Once again I'm on the run as an innocent man, yet no one would believe me. I occasionally see glimpses of my godson in the Daily Profit laying outside of the houses and shops I pass, looking for places to conceal myself among the city, as “The Boy Who Lived.” Oh what I would do just to see him again, tell him the truth, and be in his life as the father he no longer has. I yearn for that day to come when I can explain myself to him if he even knows the lie I am burdened to live with by now. I not only see Harry on the Daily Profit but the picture of myself looking like some savage beast, what absolute rubbish! But that’s beside the point, I need to find somewhere to hide if I get caught it’s right back to Azkaban and it was hard enough to get out the first time. Good thing dementors like dogs.