Summary
Even as magical binds encircled my wrists and my ankles, even as I fell forward onto my knees, I laughed. Mad-Eye hobbled forward and grabbed me roughly by the robes, dragging me back to my feet. "Sirius Orion Black," he spat, his 'mad' eye surveying me, "you're under arrest." - ONESHOT. Sirius' perspective on his arrest. R&R!