Born to Run

Bruce Springsteen

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In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines

They spent the days planning and executing pranks, the nights laughing, talking, and roaming. People would think them suicidal if they knew the boys spent full moons gallivanting with a werewolf. But that's just who Sirius and his friends were: thrill seekers and Marauders.

Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Sirius flung out his right arm. A violently violet bus appeared. He hastily gave the driver the Potter's address, they wouldn't mind him showing up in the middle of the night. He had to get out now: it was either that, or be forced to become like them, and THAT was something he vowed he would never do.

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines

She was his third this month. He didn't mean to make them fall for him and then leave them: they just bored him after a while, that's all. He didn't mean to, honest. James had lately taken to lecturing him on the immaturity of it. Well, that was alright for James who had just won the girl of his dreams. But Sirius was still playing the game.

Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider

He and James had such adventures-even now that they were out of school. Partners in crime, life long friends, brothers. But the cheery, carefree façades were just that: façades. They would talk (Lily included, of course) late at night, of the fear they felt. Fear of the wizard people spoke about in whispers. Fear of the darkness looming in the shadows.

But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Looking at Harry, seeing James and Lily reflected in him, Sirius realized what it was to love. He had always known he loved James and Lily, but that was because they had earned it: he loved them and they loved him. With Harry, he didn't even really know why he loved him, but he could tell, even now, that he did and always would. Harry most certainly didn't feel that same love as of yet, but Sirius already felt (remembered?) the love he knew when Lily had first presented Harry to him with the words "Your nephew, Sirius. Mind you and James don't make him too shameless a mischief maker, now." He had smiled charmingly then, now he looked down at Harry seriously, spoke a few parting words, and flew into the night on the back of-of all things-a hippogriff.

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A/N: Hi guys! Just wondering what you were thinking. I posted 3 chapters to give you a taste of what this is going to be like. Tell me what you think…how can I improve? Also, should I even bother continuing this? I have a list of songs and things to do with them (message me if you want to know what they are), but let me know if you think I should continue!

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