Title:- Memory
Rating:- G
Summary:- A small little songfic about everyone's favourite animagus. Sirius takes a few minutes to reminisce over the old days (set during PoA)
Disclaimer:- Not mine. Characters, setting etc. belong to JKR. Song is Andrew Lloyd Webbers.
A/N:- This idea just sorta came to me during Chamber Choir rehearsal this afternoon. If I've got the song words wrong then don't blame me, just be impressed that I got as many as I did right. I did type it from memory after all (OK, I know, really bad joke there, it wasn't intentional, believe me!!) There may be a couple more of these types of fics from me. Just let me know if you don't wanna hear 'em and I wont bother, equally you can feel free to let me know if you do and if you like this one, nudge nudge, wink wink!! You can blame this on my two favourite (only) music teachers. If they didn't make me sing so often then I wouldn't get these ideas and you lot wouldn't have to suffer!
Without further ado;
Memory
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
The man stood alone. The wind billowed through his long and matted black hair and the silence echoed around him like a whirlwind, drowning him in its volume. He looked up at the moon in the sky. It seemed to be taunting him, teasing him with, dredging up old memories of all the things he had lost.
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
The streetlight shone, flooding the place with light. He slunk back into the shadows, not used to such light after twelve years of darkness. The wind whipped around his feet, bringing with it the autumn leaves in their dreary brown and dried out form, it had been to dry recently and they were rather crisp. He listened as the wind screamed out around him, destroying that deafening silence that had built up.
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
He thought back to when he was a child, young and innocent. Who could have known what fate had in store for him, for all of them. Things were so different then. They were young and carefree. He'd been here many a time with James. They never told Lily of course but many was the day during those long summer holidays that they'd come and watch her from this very position. 'Just to see that she was alright' was what James used to say.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
He felt his eyes prick with tears as he thought of James and Lily. It was his fault, of course. The Dementors had drilled that into him. Still it gave him comfort that those good memories were flooding back to him. The good times, the pranks, the endless detentions. And they'd loved every minute of it. If only they could have stayed like that forever. Frozen in a time when they were happy, care free and most of all when they were all together.
Every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters, and a streetlamp gutters,
And soon it will be morning.
The light from the streetlamp began to flicker. He could hear someone walking down the street so he slunk further back into the shadows. He couldn't get caught. Not now. He knew he'd have to get back to his hiding place soon. It wasn't safe for him here but he'd had to come. Just to get a glimpse of the people who'd been looking after his godson for the past twelve years. He hoped they were good to him, that they treated him right. He knew Petunia wasn't the nicest person in the world but Harry was her flesh and blood, of course he'd be fine.
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
As the night drew on he remained. Knowing he should move on before day broke and he was spotted. He knew what he had to do. If he wanted to stay out of prison then he had a choice. Find the rat or re-invent himself, become someone else, start a new life without any of his past being an issue. He drew his cloak around himself, covering as much of his face as possible.
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale old smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning…
The first lamp extinguished itself, with this came the first early morning song of the sparrow, sitting in the tree in front of the house he'd been watching. He knew he'd stayed far too long. He had to stop taking such big risks. He'd never be able to survive and be any good to his godson or to anyone else for that matter if he started getting careless and ended up back in Azkaban.
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun...
As the sun rose into the early morning sky he took a final look at the house he'd been staring at for so long. He couldn't even understand why he was here. After all, Harry was at school. It was not as if he were going to catch a glimpse of him here, still he had just been looking for part of him. His life. As the son shone on him from the dawn sky he smiled. He had forgotten what the sun felt like on his skin. The warm heat, comforting him in his grief.
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day
Has begun
Finally he surrendered to the end. He wrapped his cloak tighter to him, keeping out the heat of the sun and began to trudge slowly down the street, away from number four privet drive. Maybe one day he'd be able to go there freely, without worry of being recognised for who he was. Who he supposedly was anyway. Without looking back again he turned the corner and started the next stage of his journey to what he hoped would be freedom.
A/N:- so what do you think?? Good?? Bad?? Indifferent?? Let me know!