azkaban certainly wasn't the dreamiest of places, you'd rather be on deathrow than in the same walls as some of these creeps.

sirius orion had arrived there only weeks ago, being blamed for james and lily's deaths, including many others.

it was simple knowledge and very clear--to you at least--that sirius hadn't murdered anybody, especially not his best friend and his wife.

he was in the cell beside you, often talking to what you'd suspected was himself, as most do in this place.

after a week of him being there the two of you found yourselves conversing through the bars to each other.

"you know, we all know you didn't kill them. or anybody for that matter," you whispered, back against the wall, and sirius the same in his cell. the floor was cold, it always was.

"i know i didn't do it, as should everybody else." he sounded rather confident, but so he should. almost everybody knew he was innocent. the ministry just wanted to blame anybody except for the dark lord who'd disappeared afterwards.

"it sucks around here, you'll get used to it." you shrugged, toying with a loose string on your clothes.

"reckon i already am." he muttered, leaning his head against the bars and sighing softly. the both of you were placed on the floor, uncomfortably, yet content.