Hey
Recently ive re-read the harry potter books and fell in love with them all over again. So i thought that this would be an interesting story to write, co'z u never get a good lok inside Sirius's head. Enjoy and please press the review button :D
Sirius
My feet pounded out a disjointed rhythm against the ground as it flew beneath my paws. Trees were a blur and the mud that coated the ground squelched slightly as i raced towards my goal. The rain was coming down fast now and my fur was soaked, but despite all of this i let lose a torrent of barks of pure joy.
13 years. It had been 13 years since i had felt the rain. I had forgotten how wet and cold and...good it felt against my skin. How all of the colours of the world were altered because of it. And the wind. I had missed that too. I had only heard it howling and raging at me, but now.....now it snag to me, whistling through my fur and past my ears. That sweet caressing sound that i had forgotten.
Still filled with the euphoria of my escape, i force my legs to work faster and propel me further towards my goal. It had taken hold how, i couldn't let it go. I owed it to James and lily at the very least, to try to protect their son that they had died for.
I felt the familiar pang of agony at the thought that they were gone, now intensified by the fact that i was on my way to see their son. The son that they would never see, not like this. If all went according to plan i would see him at Hogwarts, see him grow and thrive in the place that had once been my one true home. They would never see him get on that vivid red train, never wave him off from that platform, never get owls home complaining of him behaviour or informing them of him (hopefully numerous) detentions.
But even these thoughts couldn't depress me for long, not now that i had a purpose to my life again. If they couldn't do all of these things, then i would do them in their stead. Maybe not the train and the platform yet, but i could watch over him, help him, guide him in the ways of the Maurauders. He way my Godson after all.
That thought served to pull me up short. I hadn't thought of that when i planned my escape. I had only thought of him as James and Lily's son, a young boy who didn't even know how much danger he was in. But now that the thought had arrived there was not dislodging it.
My Godson. Mine. Mine to look after and raise as i wished, if there came a time when that could happen. I had never had someone BELONG to me in that way. Hell, for the past 13 years i hadn't had one single person to talk to, laugh with, look after, just live with. I knew nothing about kids. Nothing. How was i supposed to look after this child? Before when i had been thinking about his future i thought of myself as a kind of uncle, someone to look over him and help him, but never committed. Never with a specific name or bond. To be brutally honest i hadn't even thought about this in mush depth: my mind was taken up with the plans for escape.
But now, sitting there on the muddy ground, in the pouring rain, i realised that i wanted to be a part of this boy's life. I wanted to see him grow up through all of the tests, all of the detentions, all of the heartbreaking. I wanted to be connected to him, just as i had wanted to be connected to him when i first found out that lily was pregnant. The felling that had taken me over then, filled me up now and i knew that Harry James Potter would never have to be alone again. Not like i was.
Full of optimism and joy i leapt up and continued on my way, towards my future. Towards my Godson.
Cheesy i know but .....
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