AN: Just a little something that I've been sitting on for awhile. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I'm sure you are shocked.
Prison Break
Today was the day. Today, he was going to be set free. After sixteen years of unbearable torture—all the fights, all the screaming, all the tears—Sirius Black was running away. He had been craving this moment for a lifetime, too scared to act. Finally, he gathered the courage to see it through. It had been set in stone once Sirius had owled James with his wish. Tonight, was the night where he would burst from his prison. Freedom was so close he could almost taste it.
A smile flitted across his face as he pictured his family's reactions. His father's face would be consumed by malice, the only emotion the face was capable of displaying. His mother would be enraged, seething in a vicious, merciless anger. He could envision her blasting his name off the family tapestry—something he had been longing for since birth. Regulus would be pleased; with the absence of his rebellious brother, he would receive even more of the parental attention that he craved.
Sirius stared at the clock, willing the hands to move towards 11 o'clock. Every second he spent in his bedroom staring at the ceiling, waiting, was suffocating him, every minute he began to doubt the spark of hope promising him his freedom. Half an hour…thirty minutes…ten seconds…the time was here.
There was a tap on the window, so quiet that it could have been a passing thought. Sirius stormed to the window and flung it open, his arms shaking with excitement. In his window, was his greatest friend, James Potter, perched on top of a ('No, it couldn't be,' thought Sirius, 'but then again, James always had a flair for the dramatics') golden hippogriff.
"What are you staring at Padfoot?" said James. "Hurry up and hop on before your parents wake up!"
Laughing, Sirius cautiously climbed onto the back of the flying hippogriff. Free at last.
Flash forward:
Sirius was sitting in his cell, all hope extinguished, waiting for the Kiss. Suddenly, a knock came from the window. Harry. On a hippogriff. Sirius almost cried at the irony as they flew for freedom, clinging to his godson.
"Harry, you are truly your father's son."
AN: So, tell me what you think. Don't be afraid to be honest. If the response is good, I might extend this into a full-length fic. Please review and tell me what you think. And if you get to the end of this message, thanks for reading!