Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, ect. I'm not J. K. Rowling and I get no money out of this.
The muscles underneath my shaggy black coat ripple as I bound across the field. Some people would say I'm running away from my problems. That isn't the case. I run because it clears my head. The dog's mind overwhelms my own, and all I think are simple dog thoughts. Except for the nagging part in the back of my mind.
Some people would say that I'm running away from my problems, but that is not the case. My problems always catch up with me, so how can I run away from them? My problems are always there, right in the bed next to mine.
Some people would say I'm running away from my problems. That's not the case. I run because it exhausts me, so I don't have to spend another sleepless night. So I can fall into a dreamless sleep. A sleep that isn't tainted with worry.
Some people would say I'm running away from my problems. Those people are buggering sods. They have no idea what it is like to be me. Sure, they would say, it's so hard to be Sirius-sodding-Black. To be smart, to be popular, to have girls fall all over you. They especially have no idea about that last part.
I feel my leg muscles give out and collapse. I am on the ground, panting heavily. My mind is reeling. I'm no longer a dog, and the simple dog thoughts are gone. I shakily stand up, and slowly walk back to the school. My running didn't work, I'm wide-awake. Time for another sleepless night.
A/N: I don't really ship Sirius/Remus, but I really wanted to write this, so whatever. Please don't flame me.