A.N: This is basically Sirius Black—The Prisoner of Azkaban. His perspective on his break-out, travels, meeting Harry, and surviving while being a wanted man.

Written for: Can You Write A Drabble Collection – Competition on HPFC.

Prompts: "Bloody Hell," dreaming

Word Count: 100 words exactly.

Thanks to my amazing beta, MissingMommy.

Disclaimer: Do I look rich to you? If you answered yes, I would recommend that you check into St. Mungo's immediately. I own nothing.

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Sirius pushed the wooden door open and entered the shabby house. "Wormy? Are you here?" Sirius asked; he received no response.

With a muttered "Lumos," made his way down the cobwebbed hallway. "Peter?!" At the non-reply, Sirius began to worry. "Homenum revelio," he casted skeptically.

Nothing.

An unsettled feeling lingered in his gut. Sirius quickly turned on the spot. Bloody Hell, he thought apprehensively.

Appearing with a slight pop, the narrow lane in the heart of Godric's Hollow came into view. Turning around, the Potters' cottage—or what remained of it—met his eyes.

I'm dreaming. It's a dream— nightmare.

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A.N: A cliff-hanger! Dun-dun-dun!

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