Innocent

I sit here in a lonely chamber. All around me, I hear the screaming and banging of insane prisoners. They are all guilty of being crimes. I was framed.

Back in my school days, I was friends with three boys: James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Well, Peter wasn't really a friend, he was one of those boys who liked to follow you around and annoy you. And he was good at it. Very good. I hated him then and I still do. But not just because he was annoying, but because he committed a crime and got away with it. And I was put in Azkaban because everyone thought I did it.

Anyway, when all of us had graduated, James married Lily Evans. Him and Lily moved into a nice house in Godric's Hollow. After a few years, they had a son. They named him Harry Potter. I was to be his Godfather.

Then something horrible happened. The Potters were told that Voldemort was looking for them. Albus Dumbledore decided to use a Fidelius Charm and James had to pick someone to be his secret-keeper. He picked me. After a while, Dumbledore decided to change the secret-keeper to someone who wasn't as close to James as I was. So it would be less obvious who the secret-keeper was. It was changed to Peter Pettigrew. No one knew he would turn against them.

None of us knew that Peter would run and tell Voldemort how to get to the Potters. It was over before I knew it. The minute I had heard that Voldemort had killed the Potters, I jumped on my motorcycle and flew to their home. I found little Harry Potter there. He was a year old and still alive. He had survived. I was amazed and, being his Godfather, wanted to take him. But Hagrid showed up. Rubeus Hagrid. He came to take Harry and, though I wanted to take him, I gave Hagrid my bike so he could take Harry to Dumbledore. He'd probably be safer there anyway.

I knew what had happened. Voldemort had killed the Potters. Peter had told him how to get to them. I decided to track him down and kill him...

I found him on a muggle street. If I had thought about it, I would have taken him to another place to kill him, but I wasn't thinking. I just pulled out my wand and pointed it at him. I screamed at him. The whole street was looking. I could have killed him right there. But I didn't. I hesitated. Then, all of a sudden, there was a blast. Muggle bodies were lying everywhere. A little finger lay on the street and Pettigrew was gone. He had turned into a rat and had scurried into the sewers.

In an instant, the ministry of magic was there. Behind him were dementors and many other people. They took me before cleaning up the street and erasing every muggles memory of that moment.

So here I am. In Azkaban. Maybe someday I'll get out of here, and when I do, I'll find Pettigrew. And this time, I won't hesitate to kill him...