Snow, in an endless drive. It had once been breathtakingly beautiful, but not anymore. At first it had captivated him – so different from the raging, pounding storms at Azkaban. But now he was hiding, looking over his shoulder and flinching at shadows. There was too much time to think. Still.
Sirius had to see him. Harry. He had to find him. Wormtail. Peter. Sirius had to see Harry again – so much like James, like Lily – but he knew the dangers. And yet it gnawed at him. And he thought too much. And the snow fell in an endless, agonizing monotony.
A/N:Sorry for the long wait, guys! I have a lot of excuses, and only a few of them are legitimate. At any rate, I wanted to post something and get back into the swing of things with my writing. In order to do that quickly, I knew this piece would be short, so I decided to try and make it exactly 100 words. And I did! But believe me, it was much harder than I had anticipated :P
Anyway, thanks for reading, and I promise the wait for the next installment will not be nearly as long as the last time! fingers crossed ;)