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LoonyLupin99 · 11-12-2011, 09:41 PM

The Azkaban Diaries

Just like the title says, I'm treating this like a journal, not spending too much time writing down Padfoot's thoughts. And that means some posts will be very short. Of course, the credit here belongs to the incredible creator of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling. As always, thank you so much for reading!

Found in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place:

This journal is the property of Sirius Orion Black.

Sections:
Entry #1
Entry #2
Entry #3
Entry #4
Entry #5

November 4th, 1981

Never thought I would say this, but: Greetings from Azkaban! How did I end up here? I’ll just tell you my story from the beginning…

I didn’t think it could get any worse. James and Lily Potter were dead. Two of my best friends in the entire world, gone in a flash. One good thing did come out of this, though: You-Know-Who had been almost completely destroyed by their son, Harry. Just a baby boy! Nobody saw that coming (I’m already so proud of my godson and he hasn’t started talking yet. Can’t wait to thank him personally some day, if I ever get out of here). Another thing I didn’t see coming: Pettigrew. James and I never really liked him, but Remus kept insisting, “We can’t let him go on without making any real friends at Hogwarts.” Maybe if we’d included him more, James and Lily would still be alive.

After You-Know-Who’s demise, I went over to Peter’s home to see how he was handling all this. As one of the Marauders, I knew it was the right thing to do, even if I thought Peter was odd. “I suppose Harry’s going to live with me now,” I said to him. “How will he handle being an orphan?”

Peter replied, “I wouldn’t know. It’s anybody’s guess.” He was looking suspicious, avoiding my eyes. There was a long pause. “Sirius… It’s all my fault.”

I shook my head vigorously. “Peter, you couldn’t have known this was going to happen. Somebody gave away Lily and James’ hiding place. When I find out who snitched, I’ll make them wish they were dead.”

“Oh, I know who it is, all right,” he muttered. “I’m not sure how to tell you this, Padfoot, but…” Peter began fidgeting. “Merlin’s beard, I’m such a terrible friend... I sold them out. I told the Dark Lord of Godric’s Hollow.”

I gave him an incredulous smirk. “You’re joking! You? A Death Eater? That’s a good one, Wormtail.”

“Why would I joke about something this serious?” he said tensely. The guilt on his face became proof enough, and I finally saw him for the rat he always was.

I seethed with rage. “I should’ve known you would turn on us, you little guttersnipe. Have fun in Azkaban.” I Disapparated on the spot.

To clear my mind, I went to visit Godric’s Hollow. Why did I want to torture myself with memories of people who no longer existed? Good question. I honestly couldn’t give you the answer. But I can tell you that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. After walking for who knows how long, a giant explosion shook the ground, sending my feet out from under me. Smoke billowed everywhere. Through it, I could see many people lying down, dead on impact. A pudgy, short figure stood in the midst of them. Who else could it be but Peter? I stood up and stepped closer. The rat was missing a finger! Looking down, I saw it lying beside him.

“Oh, Wormtail, you’re going to get it now,” I promised with a vengeance. He just smiled cruelly and shrunk to rat form, slinking away into a nearby sewer.

“Hello, sir.” An elderly wizard Apparated next to me with his wand raised. Others followed, and soon I was surrounded. “We’re from the Ministry, and we just received an urgent owl to come.” He scanned the litter of bodies. “Blimey. Quite a mess we’ve got here. What’s your name?”

“Sirius Black.”

“Did you see the man who did this?”

Then I did something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I laughed. Like a crazed lunatic!

“Well, that sure as anything answered my question,” the old wizard said angrily. “Stun him, boys.”

A group of voices shouted, “Stupefy!” and I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself in this cell. I ran to the door to see who was keeping watch. “Hello? I didn’t do anything! Don’t I get a trial?” The only beings in sight weren’t human. Dementors. Far below the prison, the cold ocean waves pounded against the jagged rocks. Welcome to my new home.

11-12-2011, 09:41 PM	#1 (permalink)
LoonyLupin99 Dugbog Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Michigan, USA Posts: 97	The Azkaban Diaries - Sa13+ *The Azkaban Diaries* Just like the title says, I'm treating this like a journal, not spending too much time writing down Padfoot's thoughts. And that means some posts will be very short. Of course, the credit here belongs to the incredible creator of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling. As always, thank you so much for reading! Found in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place: This journal is the property of Sirius Orion Black. Sections: Entry #1 Entry #2 Entry #3 Entry #4 Entry #5 November 4th, 1981 Never thought I would say this, but: Greetings from Azkaban! How did I end up here? I’ll just tell you my story from the beginning… I didn’t think it could get any worse. James and Lily Potter were dead. Two of my best friends in the entire world, gone in a flash. One good thing did come out of this, though: You-Know-Who had been almost completely destroyed by their son, Harry. Just a baby boy! Nobody saw that coming (I’m already so proud of my godson and he hasn’t started talking yet. Can’t wait to thank him personally some day, if I ever get out of here). Another thing I didn’t see coming: Pettigrew. James and I never really liked him, but Remus kept insisting, “We can’t let him go on without making any real friends at Hogwarts.” Maybe if we’d included him more, James and Lily would still be alive. After You-Know-Who’s demise, I went over to Peter’s home to see how he was handling all this. As one of the Marauders, I knew it was the right thing to do, even if I thought Peter was odd. “I suppose Harry’s going to live with me now,” I said to him. “How will he handle being an orphan?” Peter replied, “I wouldn’t know. It’s anybody’s guess.” He was looking suspicious, avoiding my eyes. There was a long pause. “Sirius… It’s all my fault.” I shook my head vigorously. “Peter, you couldn’t have known this was going to happen. Somebody gave away Lily and James’ hiding place. When I find out who snitched, I’ll make them wish they were dead.” “Oh, I know who it is, all right,” he muttered. “I’m not sure how to tell you this, Padfoot, but…” Peter began fidgeting. “Merlin’s beard, I’m such a terrible friend... I sold them out. I told the Dark Lord of Godric’s Hollow.” I gave him an incredulous smirk. “You’re joking! You? A Death Eater? That’s a good one, Wormtail.” “Why would I joke about something this serious?” he said tensely. The guilt on his face became proof enough, and I finally saw him for the rat he always was. I seethed with rage. “I should’ve known you would turn on us, you little guttersnipe. Have fun in Azkaban.” I Disapparated on the spot. To clear my mind, I went to visit Godric’s Hollow. Why did I want to torture myself with memories of people who no longer existed? Good question. I honestly couldn’t give you the answer. But I can tell you that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. After walking for who knows how long, a giant explosion shook the ground, sending my feet out from under me. Smoke billowed everywhere. Through it, I could see many people lying down, dead on impact. A pudgy, short figure stood in the midst of them. Who else could it be but Peter? I stood up and stepped closer. The rat was missing a finger! Looking down, I saw it lying beside him. “Oh, Wormtail, you’re going to get it now,” I promised with a vengeance. He just smiled cruelly and shrunk to rat form, slinking away into a nearby sewer. “Hello, sir.” An elderly wizard Apparated next to me with his wand raised. Others followed, and soon I was surrounded. “We’re from the Ministry, and we just received an urgent owl to come.” He scanned the litter of bodies. “Blimey. Quite a mess we’ve got here. What’s your name?” “Sirius Black.” “Did you see the man who did this?” Then I did something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I laughed. Like a crazed lunatic! “Well, that sure as anything answered my question,” the old wizard said angrily. “Stun him, boys.” A group of voices shouted, “Stupefy!” and I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself in this cell. I ran to the door to see who was keeping watch. “Hello? I didn’t do anything! Don’t I get a trial?” The only beings in sight weren’t human. Dementors. Far below the prison, the cold ocean waves pounded against the jagged rocks. Welcome to my new home. Last edited by LoonyLupin99; 03-18-2012 at 09:09 PM.