(A/N) This chapters a little angsty, but it will perk up a bit, I promise!
Enjoy!
Hours it felt like he'd been traipsing the dark streets, so long in fact, he was grateful that his feet seemed to know where they were going, because he certainly didn't.
Rain continued to fall, not a driving rain, but a soft mist of water. It was gentle but deceptive, and it struck him numbly that he was actually completely soaked.
Sighing, he came to a halt, and sat himself down on the heavy trunk he'd been dragging. He was tired, yet anger still burned inside him, very much alive. He was sad, but uncaring, he could no longer distinguish between tears and the rain that continued to sheet him.
Nearly there. He slowly heaved himself, flicking, as he did so, his sodden hair from his eyes, and gently prying at his wet clothes. And so I continue.
He didn't think. He couldn't think. Or maybe he just didn't want to. Maybe if he thought too much, he'd realise what he was doing. And he wasn't sure he wouldn't try to stop himself. No, I can't stop; not now. Nearly there…nearly there.
Yes, that's right, his feet were telling him now, not much further. A door. His feet stopped, and his hands, letting go of the trunk, hung limply by his sides. He slumped into the door, letting out the long breath he felt he'd been holding in since he began his midnight wander. Yes! He felt like laughing, but didn't. Instead he felt his hand quietly knocking on the door, then louder…and louder still, until he felt both tightly balled up fists pounding on the hard wood.
Wait. He stopped himself, shocked at his outburst. Swaying slightly, he started to step backwards, until…
'Jesus Christ, what the hell do you think you're doing!' The door had swung open, and a dishevelled looking boy stood in its place. The angry snarl he had on his face quickly left though, and he felt all annoyance of being woken up in the middle of the night slide away.
'Sirius,' he gasped, eyes wide with bemusement and concern, as his best friend stood there, dazed and lost, and very, very wet. Their eyes met, and he saw a look of almost hysterical relief.
'Sirius, come in mate, you'll freeze out there,' he said, gently pulling his friend inside, taking in his shivering form, the long dark hair that was plastered to his face, and the bruise on his cheekbone. He gave him towels and some food; tried to make him comfortable, but didn't ask any questions. Not now…not yet,
Sirius didn't say a word to James that night. But James knew.