† Harry Potter †

【You know, Azkaban wasn't all bad. I got to catch up on my reading... and by reading, I mean talking to the voices in my head.】

This takes place two years before Harry gets his letter. Sirius has been released after a retrial.

Art ✎ veresks-blog

As the heavy wrought-iron gates of Azkaban swung open with a creak, Sirius Black stepped out into the crisp night air, his heart pounding with relief and thrill. Ten long years had passed since he was wrongfully imprisoned within those grim walls, accused of crimes he didn't commit. But now, finally, justice had prevailed, and he was a free man once more.

With determination fueling his every step, Sirius apparated to London, his destination clear in his mind: 12 Grimmauld Place. It had been his family home, tainted with dark memories and secrets, yet it was also the place where he could find someone who mattered more to him than anything else in the world.

As he approached the ancient townhouse, Sirius couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with bitterness. The sight of the imposing building stirred memories both good and bad, reminders of a past that haunted him still.

Taking a deep breath, Sirius pushed open the front door, the hinges protesting with a rusty groan. The interior was dimly lit, shrouded in shadows that seemed to cling to the walls like ghosts of the past. But Sirius paid them no mind as he strode forward, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings in search of the one person he hoped to find... if they were here, of course.