Chapter 3. – Trapped!!!

When the entire Ministry had arrived they took me straight to Azkaban without so much as a farewell committee, not that I was expecting one. I didn't even get a trial!!! They just assumed that I was guilty. Peter had disappeared along with my last chance of revenge. Some of the Ministry remained behind back at the street to clean up the remains of Pettigrew's exploding charm and the dead corpses of the thirteen Muggles that he killed!!!

From what I heard I was the blame for the Muggles deaths and, many Muggles had to have their memories modified. I was a doomed man! As they never found any 'remains' of the rat except from his little finger which they put in a box and gave to his mother. And he got an order of Merlin!!! He kills Lily and James, he works for Voldemort, and he kills thirteen Muggles uncaring, and I go out to stop him and rid the world of one of Voldemort's followers and what do I get?!! No Order of Merlin, oh no!!! I get thrown in Azkaban without a trial. Which is so unfair!!!???? Life sucks!!!!

So there I am trapped in Azkaban, dementors hunting through my dreams, all my happy memories disappearing and all the sad ones were remaining behind. Especially the one of Lily and James's corpses. Life totally sucks!!!!

This is hell!!!! I hate it. The stink of the dementors' rotten skin as they patrolled the corridors of Azkaban. The screams and sobbing of the other people in Azkaban as the dementors took away all their happy memories and left the sad ones.

The dementors rasping breath kept giving me chills down my spine. My breath came out in a misted cloud in front of my face. I felt like an empty shell of my former self. Life was hell in here. Worse than hell in fact it was torture. I wish the end would come soon.

Every day I watched Ministry officials taking dead corpses past my cell, and knowing that one day that could soon be me. The screams of the other prisoners was unbearable. They were the reason that I was kept awake half the night, wishing that I could escape. The only thing that was keeping me sane in this retched place was the thought that I was innocent but more so than that was the thought of my beautiful baby godson, Harry who I just knew needed me, I knew I had to keep my strength up and keep myself sane so I could think of away to escape and find my beautiful godson but it was so hard not to just slip into the pit of despair that was always present thanks to that retched creatures that seemed to be outside of my cell more often than not.

I wondered if Harry was living with Remus I hope he is as I knew Remus would love him and take care of him but I knew that Harry wouldn't be with Remus as he thought of himself too much of a monster to take care of an innocent baby and I know the Ministry would never let Remus take him.

I wonder where he would have gone I hope Dumbledore didn't put Harry with Lily's sister otherwise I'd skin him alive when I get out of here. Just thinking of that old coot made by blood boil, oh how I hated that man he knew I was innocent as he was there when I switched keepers with Peter so why the hell wasn't he giving me a Trial he was the Chief Warlock and could summon a Trial at the drop of a wand, so why hasn't he? That was the question and I'm determined to find out as I have a dreadful feeling that it has something to do with my precious godson and that thought doesn't sit right with me at all.