A Cupboard Chapter 2: The Cell, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I have black hair and brown eyes – I am not British, either. Furthermore, I am in no way connected with Scholastic (yet), Warner Bros, or anything of the sort. Guessed yet? I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! (Wish I did…)

AN: Huh... this is what comes of being depressed on a Saturday night. Cobbled this up in less than ten minutes.

The Cell

I am innocent.

I am…

Staring at the wall, remembering –

"I hate you! I never want to see your face again!" Stinging pain, not just from a slap across the face, but also tearing into his very soul –

"Don't know where we went wrong – ninety-three generations and now this!" Agony, they don't care, don't love him, wish he wasn't there –

The slap-slide of his daily meal being shoved through the door –

"He's dead."

"It's Regulus."

"Get out of my sight –

"I hate you –

"Traitor."

"Death Eater."

A scream – "Master, Master, please!" Grating at the nerves, tearing at the heart –

Running – oh, Merlin, no. "Moony, Moony, Merlin, James, say he's not dead! He can't be, he can't be!"

"I…"

"Help him!"

"He's a werewolf, what does it matter?"

"Shut up! Moony, Moony!"

"He's flat-lining."

"Get out of the way! Prongs, come help! Fulmen! Fulmen! Damn it, no, no!"

"He's dead."

Dead…

"No!"

I am innocent.

I am…

Slap-slide – was it morning again already?

Dead…

Screams, screams, if the memories didn't drive him insane, the screams would.

"After your dad?"

"Yeah, Harry James – better than saddling him with the French version Dad had."

Harry James Potter.

"Harry, Harry…" Where was he? Where was – no, James was right there.

"Wake up, Prongs, wake…"

"No!"

"NO!"

"No! James!"

"Ooh, is wittle Siwwy awl upset about his Jamsie?"

"SHUT UP! …James…Lily…"

I am innocent.

"Promise I'll get you out…"

"Don't try, Moony, they'll stuff you in here beside me."

I am innocent.

"…arcana tegere in animo Peter Pettigrew… Sec Fiat!"

Peter that rat the Secret Keeper –

I am innocent.

I am…

"…arcana tegere in animo Peter Pettigrew… Sec Fiat!"

"Wake up, Prongs, wake…"

"He's flat-lining."

"Moony!"

"Move out of the way!"

"Prongs!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"He's dead."

"Dead…"

Has it been days? Or has it been years?

"Iotiodio! Non voglio piùvedere la tuafacciadi nuovo, traditore!"

...Never want to see your face again, traitor! ...Traitor... Traitor!

"Io ti odio!"

"...ti odio!"

...I hate you!

... hate you...

...Traitor...

They lied... they're never coming for me. I'll be here forever.

At least Harry's with Frank and Alice...

I am innocent.

Slap-slide. Is it morning again?

The Aurors would drag him to the Ministry of Magic, where Sirius Black would finally be questioned on the events of October 31st, 1981. After being exonerated, he would be released into the care of his only surviving sane friend, Remus Lupin.

The horror in his heart could never be matched, when he discovered where Harry Potter had spent his childhood. He and Remus ripped the Dursley home apart, trying to find some evidence that Harry was still alive.

They would find nothing.

Sirius Black would go on to become a vicious and powerful part of British politics, Wizarding and Muggle.

And yet, Remus would often enter his bedroom to find Sirius sitting blankly on the bed, staring at a piece of rescued wood with a bloody lightning bolt, all the while murmuring –

"I am innocent..."