A MIDNIGHT RUN
It was the first day of school 5th year and life was good, amazing even. Sirius and his friends could rule the world. He had his whole life ahead of him, and this was only the beginning. Some day he knew he would look back on tonight and remember the boy that he once was and smile, because in that moment, with Lupin on his left side, Peter on the far right, and James in the middle, he was on top of the world.
Here, he was in his element. In the crisp, and cold September air on the grounds of Hogwarts, the frosted grass crunching beneath his feet as he ran with his friends, was where he truly belonged. This was home. The Marauders were his family.
They had snuck out of the castle with the help of James's invisibility cloak, they where running, and laughing, and yelling into space. They didn't sneak out for any particular reason. They did it for the raw pleasure of breaking the rules, for the simple, wonderful feeling of being free.
Sirius wanted to feel the adrenaline pump in his vanes, he wanted to feel the wind numb his face. And that's exactly what he got. James flopped onto his back, hitting the silver misted ground with a deep thud. Sirius was next to fallow suit.
Soon, they where all lying there, panting and laughing, and staring at the clear, starry sky. Then they were quiet. They didn't need to talk, because sometimes you have to be quiet so that the moment doesn't slip away.
Sirius lay still on the hard ground, the cold seeping into his back, his lips and nose numb. He watched his breath swirl into fog and then vanish into the the night sky, and imagined himself slowly evaporating into the huge and wonderful oblivion that was night.
He smiled, because life was incredible, and he was happy, and this was going to be the best year of his life.
