Sirius found himself in this place, behind a door, unable to escape.
This door separated him from what was just beyond and Sirius knew what was lurking there.
How did he find himself here? He surely hadn't planned on it. He just kind of went about the everyday business of living.
Everyday living….all his life….seems that he always ended up in places like this without meaning to go there. That was just the way he was. That was Sirius.
And everyday living with Sirius was normally an adventure. An adventure into what? That was always the problem.
Those long days at Hogwarts……Sirius could easily have been a Slytherin, royal blood and all. Yet, where was the fun in a house of stuck up dweebs who wouldn't know the 20th century if it hit them in the face? And who was a Slytherin? S-s-s-s-s-s-nivilus-s-s-s-s-s. The infamous 'Sirius eye-roll' was shown whenever a s-s-s-s-snakey wakey passed by.
Life as a Gryffindor was surely an improvement. There were adventures aplenty. And who better to have adventures with than a rat, a stag and his study buddy, the werewolf. Hmmm, s-s-s-s-s-nakey s-s-s-s-slytherins or the brave adventurous and very 'pranksterific' fellow marauders? No contest.
However, even among all this revelry, Sirius was bored; well not actually bored, more restless. Augmenting the basic Gryffindor stuff with antics of his own, he often found himself in VERY hot water, not that he meant to end up there.
He came to realize that it wasn't really his fault. Then he realized there was nothing to be at fault about. The world was just a few, well quite a few degrees colder than he was and there was nothing wrong with bringing it to a nice comfortable simmer.
The only problem was that the warm escaping steam very often would curl the hair of others. Well, Sirius couldn't help that. And anyway, it was quite amusing.
Yes, Sirius always ended up in places he never intended. Chaos and mayhem seemed to follow in his wake.
Yet this time he had left everything in shambles. Sirius' loss was unbearable. The sorrow he felt, the devastation of it all; it weighed heavily on his heart. What could he say to the one he cared for most in the world? How could he make up for what he couldn't take back?
Sirius was determined to try. He had done the unspeakable and deserved to be blasted into oblivion. Maybe then there would be forgiveness, maybe then there would again be love. But please, don't just send him away.
He opened the door to look upon the beautiful young man, now fast asleep after the night of full moon. This was the one who Sirius had almost transformed into a murderer. Shame-faced and guilt ridden, Sirius wanted to hold that young man and tell him everything would be alright. But he knew better.
Sirius wasn't going to wake him. He wasn't going to give Remus the chance to send him away. By the time Remus awoke, Sirius would be far from here, far from the shrieking shack, maybe even far from Britain. He just needed to sneak back to the dorm for a few things and he would be off.
He put his hands in his pockets, as he always did when walking determinedly. But before he could get across the room a sound came from atop the pillow.
"Sirius?"