"Oh no! James's son. Harry. I was his godfather. James trusted me. Harry is now left all alone. And that's all because of me" I thought. Tears fell down my cheeks and disappeared down my neck.
31 July 1980 (Memory)
As soon as Harry was born, James came over to my house and hugged me. "Sirius, It's a boy! We named him Harry James Potter!" He instantly hugged me again and I felt my robes get wet. His tears could fill about 2 goblets full! "You be godfather? Lily agrees. She can't think of anyone better" he asked me.
"M-me? Godfather? He will probably need a trip to St. Mungo's every day if you give him to me! " I stammered. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Please Snuffles" whispered James.
"If you call me Snuffles one more time, James I swear... " I said.
"Padfoot. I know you can be really reckless, but I know you can be really caring and protective" replied James.
As soon as I heard my nickname, my apprehensions crumbled.
"Fine. I'll do it" I replied. Then James hugged me once more and suddenly I was back walking on the shores of Azkaban.
Back to normal time
"I don't know what made James think that I would be a good godfather. If I keep getting James into trouble, what makes him think I would keep Harry safe? But that's what I signed up for. I should've said "no" to James and I wouldn't need to worry about any of this. But I am a godfather. I need to do my duty as one. I need to escape this place ASAP. I am a terrible godfather. A terrible godfather indeed" I thought to myself.
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12 Years In Azkaban
FanfictionIt wasn't me. It was Peter. I am innocent. Get me out of this hell-hole. I have to escape. My name is Sirius Orion Black. And this is my story.
