Summary: Sirius muses over his situation in Grimmauld Place. Songfic. Mild slash, Remmius.

Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter nor the song "I Wanna Be Free" belongs to me. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, and the song belongs to the Monkees.

This is my first fanfic ever, so please don't be too harsh! R&R!

I Wanna Be Free

I wanna be free,

Like the bluebirds flying by me,

Like the waves out on the blue sea.

If your love has to tie me,

Don't try me

Say goodbye.

Staying in this house, this god-awful house is killing me. I've never been a homebody like you, Remus- I have to be out in the warm sunlight, wind brushing my hair back and the grass rippling beneath my feet.

You know that you don't have to be with me, Remus. If I'm holding you back, just say so and we can stop, maybe you could see other people. If we can.

I wanna be free

Don't say you love me

Say you like me.

But when I need you beside me

Stay close enough to guide me

Confide in me, Whoa – whoa.

I need you to fix me, Remus. Azkaban has torn my soul, and I need you to be there for me.

I'm not the person I once was. I'm not quite ready for a serious relationship yet- I still have to sort out my head. We'll have to build our relationship up, expose ourselves mentally to each other to have a physical relationship. I need you to lead me back to the spot where I once was, and then we can continue from where we once were.

I wanna hold your hand

Walk along the sand

Laughing in the sun

Always having fun

Doing all those things

Without any strings to tie me down

It would be a dream come true to be able to spend time alone with you without these walls surrounding us that seem to be closing in on me, suffocating me.

To be able to take a walk with you, Remus, in silence, the way you like it, hand in hand, would be incredible. To be us again, with out having to worry about the Ministry trying to get me within their grasp, or trying to find a way to get rid of you and the other half-breeds like yourself, constantly watching each other's and our own backs.

I wanna be free

Like the warm September wind, babe

Say you'll always be my friend, babe

Like I said before, Remus, you can call it off if you don't feel that way anymore. Though, if you do, being friends is okay with me. Anything, even to be friendly associates, would still mean having a bond with you, a connection.

We can make it to the end, babe

Again, babe

I gotta say

I wanna be free

I wanna be free

I wanna be free

So much.