I shall always remember this day. The 2nd of November, 1981.

The day I got sent to Azkaban for a crime I never committed. The crime being a death eater, killing my best friend and the love of his life, for killing 12 people with one curse. The person who was really to blame was Peter Pettigrew. Someone I thought I knew.

He killed James, my best friend, he did. He gave Voldemort the location, he betrayed him. The only crime I ever tried to commit in the last 3 days was to kill Peter, and I didn't even succeed.

So now I'm here. What most people suspect I'm here for in murdering 12 people, ten of those being muggles and two being wizards. I know I might be a bad person at times, but not to kill innocents.

The only way I know how to stay calm and sane is to think

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 

𝘐𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨

That's what he was thinking. Dementors only suck out the happy stuff. But on the 31st of October all the happiness got ripped out of me. The kid who saved me, and made me well me, made me who I am, has all my happiest memories is dead, and my happiness lies with him. There's no happiness for the dementors to suck out.

In fact the only thoughts I was thinking right now was Remus. My boyfriend. Merlin when he finds out he's gonna be awful, pissed, sad....

He was currently on the mission for Dumbledore. To live with Greyback for a little while and he was supposed to return next week.

He's going to think I'm not innocent.

Before he left for his mission we both thought each other were the spy on the inside.

Suddenly I felt all the flush and color leave me. I'm so stupid. I'm stuck here for who knows how long. I never got to say goodbye to him, he thinks I'm guilty. And Peter left with nothing but a finger.

One thought occurred to me at this very moment; escape the fuck out of here