Time was a cruel mistress.

It stripped your hair of any individual colour it may have, draining it grey. It wrinkled your skin, wore down your bones, ached your muscles and sucked the memories of your youth from your head.

Unfortunately for Sirius, Azkaban seemed to speed up that process.

You had been friends with him since Hogwarts, crushed on him - anyone with a working pair of eyes did. He had the Black Family beauty, after all.

The shock of his betrayal rang through you- Sirius had betrayed James? His best friend of years? Godfather to his children? Honestly, it didn’t add up to you. But he went to Azkaban…and that was that.

The order was quiet. You, Remus, Tonks and Moody being the only members with your own lives to worry about it mostly fell into obscurity to you.

Until Sirius escaped.

He had showed up at your door, teeth yellowed, eyes tired, cheeks sunken, scraggly, malnourished. His voice was hoarse as he said your name- he didn’t look 33 at all- probably closer to 50. Time had eaten this man you once adored so heavily, he was a husk of the Sirius you knew.

Time was cruel, but clearly Azkaban was crueller.