Ah, Padfoot, Prongs, Moony, Wormtail and Locust. The Marauders of their time, weren’t they now?

You were Locust, a cat Animagi. You and your friends, Sirius, James, Remus and Peter, all were in Gryffindor, at Hogwarts during the 1970s.

But you’d been thrown into Azkaban after being framed by Peter, him saying all this nonsense about how you’d snitched on Prongs and Lily.

It had been thirteen years since you’d seen Remus and Sirius, all locked away without the key. Thankfully, you hadn’t gone mad, and your friends believed in your innocence.

You’d been on the run for weeks now, dementors and wizards alike trying to locate you.

You’d gone into your Animagi form, and ran off to the Shrieking Shack as a place of refuge.

To your surprise, you found Sirius helping Remus after a particularly bad full moon.

Of course, like always, Remus wasn’t one to think about himself. Despite spasms and aches, he’d still asked.

“Did I hurt anyone?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, slightly fed up with Remus not worrying about himself, “no, you didn’t.”