A Sirius Black Fanfiction~The Light To My Dark.

Chapter Four~Pure Emptiness.

-Present day 1993, July-

~Sirius' POV-

Despite it being the middle of July, my cell was icy cold. I hugged myself in the corner to keep myself warm, but it was no use, it never worked for all the twelve years I've been here. The coldness wasn't the most frustrating thing though, the fact that I was completely innocent was the most frustrating part. The fact that people truly believed that I would betray my best friend to Lord Voldemort and then send me here without trial. Ridiculous. How could they think that I would be responsible for deaths for my best friend and his wife, and the deaths of twelve muggles. James and Lily meant everything to me, now they were no longer here, that was always going to be hard to live with. I knew who the real person was, he was the real reason why I ended up here. Peter. Peter Pettigrew, the sly, betraying bastard. I went looking for him the night I got arrested. I felt pure anger from grief and shock. I suggested that a weakling like him could help protect James and Lily instead of me and he betrayed us. I set out to kill him. I found him. He caused an explosion and killed twelve muggles in the process. I truly thought he was dead, that brought me joy. They could only find a finger, but he is not dead. That bastard faked his death and is living with a wizard family in his Animagi form of a rat, I saw it in the Daily Prophet that the aurors were holding as a new criminal was thrown into the cell. If only I knew how to get out, so I could kill him, for real this time.

Dementors, the creatures who guarded the prison were absolutely vile. They was black and cloaked and they sucked the happiness out of you, they live on your sadness. If they perform a kiss, they completely take your soul. Even with them leaving me feel isolated and depressed, nothing could make me feel as empty as I felt whenever I thought of James or Lily, or even their little boy Harry. He miraculously survived the Dark Lord. Peter Pettigrew took any chance I had of looking after him. I was Harry's godfather. I should've brought him up. He would be 13 now. In his third year. I hoped that he was as happy as I was in my third year. That was nineteen years ago now. I had one particular favourite memory of that year...

"Are you still coming to The Shrieking Shack tonight Padfoot?" Remus asked as I lay on the grass, watching James catch the levitating snitch that he stole hundreds of times. Peter was watching James in complete awe. "Of course Moony, we don't want you to be alone." I reassured him. Remus smiled and returned to his book. "Padfoot, look it's the object of your deepest affection." James teased. I looked up and butterflies rose in my stomach. Evangeline was walking towards us. Her hair was gently blowing in the summer breeze and a huge smile was painted on her face. James moved slightly so she could take her place beside me. She lay down and looked over, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "Sorry I'm late, just had to hand in my Transfiguration assignment and I went to the library for a bit." She apologised. "You're such a swot Evie." I snorted. She rolled her eyes before punching me lightly on the arm. I could see James smirking from the corner of my eye, making me blush slightly. "You can call me that all you want, but I've noticed you in the library a lot recently, are you finally studying?" She wondered. I looked over to Remus. He nodded, he knew he could trust her. "You can't tell anyone this if I tell you." I insisted. "I promise I won't tell a soul." She answered curiously.

I grabbed a book from behind me and showed her. "You see, Remus is a werewolf, he was bitten when he was little by a werewolf and infected with Lycanthropy. We don't want him to be alone. We found a way to comfort him without getting hurt. That's when we discovered Animagi. It was hard and it's illegal as we're unregistered but we succeeded. My Animagus form is a black dog which is why my nickname is Padfoot, James is a stag who we call Prongs and Peter is a rat who we call Wormtail. Remus is Moony. So there you have it. Your best friends are animals." I informed her. She was taken aback but she was extremely impressed. "Very smart. Anything else clever you've come up with that I didn't know about?" She inquired. James smirked and passed her our map. "Wow. A blank piece of parchment." She cheered sarcastically. I edged closer to her so our shoulders were touching. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good." I said. The map revealed itself reading 'Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present the Marauder's Map.' Evangeline had a confused expression on her face. "I don't understand what this is still." She admitted, feeling silly. I smiled reassuringly. "It's a map of Hogwarts. We used the Homonculous Charm to track the movements of everyone in the castle every minute of the day, the map shows every inch of the castle and the grounds and the secret passageways. There's one to the Shrieking Shack through the Whomping Willow where we go with Moony at full moon. It still shows people who are in  Animagus form, ghosts, under Polyjuice Potion or under invisibility cloaks. We're trying to get it to insult Snivellus just in case he comes across it. We're very proud of it." Evie watched the minuscule names of people walk the grounds in amazement. "You really are geniuses. I'm impressed." She beamed. We waved it off sarcastically. Over the coming weeks, James and I took her around the castle to show the secret passageways we discovered. She smiled the whole way through.

Evie's smile. Her smile was the most painful thing to think of while locked up in this stupid lifeless cell. I had not seen it for twelve years. I had missed it so much. I missed her to the point that it became painful to think about her, but the thought of her was the only thing that kept me through. She had always given me strength. I've been laying on the floor at night, wondering if she survived the war against Voldemort. I liked to think she did. She had become braver over the last few years of school, which is why she joined The Order with me. I would also wonder if she still loved me. Perhaps she was married, maybe she had children. Who knew? I hoped that if that were true, she still thought of me. Surely she wouldn't believe that I betrayed our best friends? She'd know better than anyone else that I would rather die than do that. Even if she was brainwashed to believe that I was responsible, I would still love her, I will always love her, my heart would always have her in it, she would always be remembered in the remaining goodness of my soul that the dementors had not yet taken or destroyed. I refused to let them to take away any happy and pure memory of Evie from me.