Requiem for a dream
Disclaimer : Everything you recognize belongs to JK Rowling
The line 'Promises, like pie crusts, are meant to be broken' Belongs to Stella Evans, FFN author
~ I dreamed a dream of days gone by
When hopes were high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God could be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made, and used, and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine un tasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices sort as thunder
And they tears your hopes apart
And they turn your dreams to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when Autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
Oh I had a dream my life would be
Some much more different
Than this hell, I'm living
So different now
Than what it seems
But now life has
Killed
The dream
I dreamed
~ Les Miserables
Thoughts flowed through my head, clouding my brain. I couldn't think, I couldn't do
anything. Emotions coursed through my body, I felt weak, and useless. I put my head in my
hands. We were sitting in Dumbledore's office. I could hear Harry talking, in a weak, emotion
ridden voice.
"And then and then My father came out. And he spoke to me And my mother told me what
to do. She told me to take the TriWizard cup, that it would return me to Hogwarts. And then
Cedric asked me to take his bo-ody back "
He trailed off.
It was my fault. I could feel burning at the corner of my eyes. I hadn't cried since I'd seen
James' body. I never cried once through my whole ordeal. Never cried in Azkaban. But now He
had heard Lily and James. Lily and James. And it was my fault that he had never heard them
before. I as good as killed them.
I missed James more than anything. Sometimes, I would forget he was dead. I would write him
an owl, in my moment of temporary insanity, and the owl would return. I don't know why , or
how, I could forget. Because he was dead, I was a convict. Because he was dead, I was on the
run. Because he was dead
My life had been perfect. I had been on top of the world. Me and James. We were great
students, fun, good Quidditch players ( James was amazing ), and , I suppose, popular. But I
didn't really care about that. What made my life so good was James. My short time with him
was one of the best in my entire life. It really wasn't that short. It was 8-9 years. But when I
think of spending 12 years in Azkaban Together we laughed, we played jokes, we had fun,
made fun of who we had crushes on, had the best time. When we got older, and we started
dating girls, ( me and Lily, James and Kaitlyn ) we only got stronger.
And when Lily dumped me for James, nothing bad happened. I think we had reached a mutual
understanding that our friendship was more important than that. And I knew Lily had really liked
James from the start. We both knew that. I guess we had just pretended. I had loved Lily. Not
like James loved her, though. After Hogwarts, James and I started Auror training. So did Lily,
but she was in a different class. Everyday, all I heard was 'Lily said ' 'Lily loves this ' 'Should I
get Lily ' It was incessant. I could have been jealous. I could have been indifferent. I could
have told him to take a running jump. But I didn't. I knew he needed my support. I knew he
loved Lily. And she loved him like she had never loved me. And I found another. Daniella. Dani
had been the best part of my life after Hogwarts. James and I could no longer be together
everyday. Though we were always talking, and hanging out, I knew that, while we were still best
friends, and always would be, we had gone semi-separate ways. He, with Lily, I, with Daniella.
It helped that the two were best friends. But still. When we got out of Hogwarts, I knew things
would never be the same.
In 1981, it was a year I can't remember, and I can't forget. Everything changed. Everything.
James went from the boy I had known at Hogwarts, full of life, never followed a rule, believed in
the saying
'Promises, like pie crusts, are meant to be broken', to the man I found myself with. Burdened
with a child, he became more serious, more responsible, more grounded. I believe he gave up
Quidditch for his family. He was given the choice, between the thing he loved most, and the
ones he loved most. And he chose Lily and Harry. He had been offered the chance to play chaser
for the England Eagles . He could have had everything he had dreamed of as a school boy.
Fame, fortune but he chose a family, which was as unlike school boy James as it is possible to
be. It was probably the hardest decision of his life, and the thing I respect him most for. Almost.
The day I found out I couldn't believe it. I couldn't accept it. I stayed near the ruins of their
house, back faced to the smoking wood. If I turned around, I had to accept that James was dead.
Looking into the valley, I was safe. But I would never be safe again.
~*~
And as I sat there, with my head in my hands, I could hear a voice calling my name, as if from a
different dream. But I was still caught in my dream.
"Sirius ! Do you wish to accompany Harry to the Hospital Wing ?"
I looked at Harry. He looked tired and weak. Sad and useless. But there was a fire in his eyes
He was my last connection to James. James And my requiem for a dream.
Disclaimer : Everything you recognize belongs to JK Rowling
The line 'Promises, like pie crusts, are meant to be broken' Belongs to Stella Evans, FFN author
~ I dreamed a dream of days gone by
When hopes were high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God could be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made, and used, and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine un tasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices sort as thunder
And they tears your hopes apart
And they turn your dreams to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when Autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
Oh I had a dream my life would be
Some much more different
Than this hell, I'm living
So different now
Than what it seems
But now life has
Killed
The dream
I dreamed
~ Les Miserables
Thoughts flowed through my head, clouding my brain. I couldn't think, I couldn't do
anything. Emotions coursed through my body, I felt weak, and useless. I put my head in my
hands. We were sitting in Dumbledore's office. I could hear Harry talking, in a weak, emotion
ridden voice.
"And then and then My father came out. And he spoke to me And my mother told me what
to do. She told me to take the TriWizard cup, that it would return me to Hogwarts. And then
Cedric asked me to take his bo-ody back "
He trailed off.
It was my fault. I could feel burning at the corner of my eyes. I hadn't cried since I'd seen
James' body. I never cried once through my whole ordeal. Never cried in Azkaban. But now He
had heard Lily and James. Lily and James. And it was my fault that he had never heard them
before. I as good as killed them.
I missed James more than anything. Sometimes, I would forget he was dead. I would write him
an owl, in my moment of temporary insanity, and the owl would return. I don't know why , or
how, I could forget. Because he was dead, I was a convict. Because he was dead, I was on the
run. Because he was dead
My life had been perfect. I had been on top of the world. Me and James. We were great
students, fun, good Quidditch players ( James was amazing ), and , I suppose, popular. But I
didn't really care about that. What made my life so good was James. My short time with him
was one of the best in my entire life. It really wasn't that short. It was 8-9 years. But when I
think of spending 12 years in Azkaban Together we laughed, we played jokes, we had fun,
made fun of who we had crushes on, had the best time. When we got older, and we started
dating girls, ( me and Lily, James and Kaitlyn ) we only got stronger.
And when Lily dumped me for James, nothing bad happened. I think we had reached a mutual
understanding that our friendship was more important than that. And I knew Lily had really liked
James from the start. We both knew that. I guess we had just pretended. I had loved Lily. Not
like James loved her, though. After Hogwarts, James and I started Auror training. So did Lily,
but she was in a different class. Everyday, all I heard was 'Lily said ' 'Lily loves this ' 'Should I
get Lily ' It was incessant. I could have been jealous. I could have been indifferent. I could
have told him to take a running jump. But I didn't. I knew he needed my support. I knew he
loved Lily. And she loved him like she had never loved me. And I found another. Daniella. Dani
had been the best part of my life after Hogwarts. James and I could no longer be together
everyday. Though we were always talking, and hanging out, I knew that, while we were still best
friends, and always would be, we had gone semi-separate ways. He, with Lily, I, with Daniella.
It helped that the two were best friends. But still. When we got out of Hogwarts, I knew things
would never be the same.
In 1981, it was a year I can't remember, and I can't forget. Everything changed. Everything.
James went from the boy I had known at Hogwarts, full of life, never followed a rule, believed in
the saying
'Promises, like pie crusts, are meant to be broken', to the man I found myself with. Burdened
with a child, he became more serious, more responsible, more grounded. I believe he gave up
Quidditch for his family. He was given the choice, between the thing he loved most, and the
ones he loved most. And he chose Lily and Harry. He had been offered the chance to play chaser
for the England Eagles . He could have had everything he had dreamed of as a school boy.
Fame, fortune but he chose a family, which was as unlike school boy James as it is possible to
be. It was probably the hardest decision of his life, and the thing I respect him most for. Almost.
The day I found out I couldn't believe it. I couldn't accept it. I stayed near the ruins of their
house, back faced to the smoking wood. If I turned around, I had to accept that James was dead.
Looking into the valley, I was safe. But I would never be safe again.
~*~
And as I sat there, with my head in my hands, I could hear a voice calling my name, as if from a
different dream. But I was still caught in my dream.
"Sirius ! Do you wish to accompany Harry to the Hospital Wing ?"
I looked at Harry. He looked tired and weak. Sad and useless. But there was a fire in his eyes
He was my last connection to James. James And my requiem for a dream.