9 - Wolfstar

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3rd Person POV 

The gangly boy walks into Azkaban for the first and most likely last time ever. He is walked into what was once a bright white room that has gotten dirty through time. Inside the room are two chairs, one which has a sitting, chained, Sirius Black. The werewolf sits in the other seat, trying to hold back tears. "How could you do that them, to me?" he asks the black haired boy. 

"You know I didn't do it right?"

"All I know is that you're sitting here for a reason."

"Remus, James and Lily were by friends, my family. I would rather die than kill them or let alone let Voldemort do it."

"How can I trust that when you're here."

"Because you know me Remus, because you know me better than anyone."

"Yeah, I though I did too. I have to go."

"Remus," he calls as his love walks through the door.

"I love you."

 "Remus. I didn't fucking do it. Please." He is screaming now, tears traveling down his cheeks.

"I know," the blonde whispers after the door closes, finally allowing himself to cry. 

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