Here's the epilogue, MacDarrin reads of Sirius's escape. I know it's short but I couldn't really think of anything else. Thank a lot for reading! :)
Darius MacDarrin was a different man since he'd returned from Azkaban. His little girl and wife never really understood, to them he seemed forever tired but he did his best to love them and to stay happy for his little girl. She was the light of his life and for all his time imprisoned, her smiling little heart had not waned in it's love for him.
He felt much older than he really was and life seemed so strange. Almost unreal, his wife was kind and never forgiving. She was never mad when he sometimes lost himself in memories and she was always gentle and supportive whenever he had a nightmare.
True to his promise he had convinced his wife and daughter of Sirius's innocence. His little girl, Emily had loved his story. She even named her new puppy Sirius, making them all laugh. Of coarse she was too little to understand everything and she could only laugh and smile with a child's ease. The ease of someone not yet exposed to the world's wickedness. He would have loved to keep her that way, to never let her know that there was suffering. To her, his stories of Sirius were rather like a fairy tail. Fanciful and unrealistic but then, to her so was the idea of a place so horrible and he never really told her all of it's horrors. After all, why frighten the child with tales of darkness and woe? She was just a little girl, bright and imaginative.
Right and wrong were black and white to her. She did not understand the larger concepts and what made her even more innocent seeming was that she accepted what she did not understand as simply that, something she did not understand. He loved her for it.
His wife was a beautiful woman. She had aged terribly since his arrest but her warm and gentle grace had not left and coming back to it had been a dream come true. It was like being wrapped in a warm blanket and being allowed to rest. She had hugged him with quiet love and accepted any change that had befallen him.
In her own way, she had been emptied out by his arrest, and by the neighbors talking and by the whole world saying her husband was a murderer but she was strong and with her quiet strength she had weathered the pain and taught her child to love and forgive.
Her eternal grace was a blessing to return home to.
MacDarrin was an old man for his young years. He could not help it and his wife was an old woman for her's too. They had passed into that quiet way of living that only the elderly have very early in life. Only their smiling little girl was able to draw them out of it.
One summer morning when MacDarrin sat at the breakfast table, not fully awake and still in his night clothes with a steaming mug of coffee before him and a plate of fresh eggs and sausages his wife had cooked, he propped open the newspaper against the juice pitcher and promptly spat out the contents of his mouth.
There, in headlines and covering most of the front page was none other than Sirius Black. He gripped the paper, not daring to believe what he was reading. Black had escaped.
Curiously, his wife came up and read over his shoulder. She put a hand to her mouth and gripped his shoulder. "Darius!" She whispered.
"I don't believe it!" He said, just as quietly.
Little Emily, well, not so very little anymore came in looking tired. "Dad, what's wrong?" She asked. Her dog, Sirius came at her heels.
"He's out, Emily." He said.
Emily blinked. "Out? Who's out? And of where?"
"Sirius Black. He's escaped."
She came quickly and read over his shoulder. She spent a good amount of time looking at his picture. "I always did wonder what he looked like." She said. "But why are you upset? Isn't it good that he's out?"
Darius shrugged. "I don't know and I don't know why I'm surprised. It strikes me now that if I ever thought there was a man more likely to try and escape it would be him." He looked back at the picture in wonder. "I can't believe he's escaped."
His wife put a gentle hand on the crook of his neck. "I'm sure he'll be fine." She whispered. "I'm happy for him."
Darius nodded and set the paper down, still in shock. "He's crazy."
Emily pored herself some juice. "I'm glad for him. You always said he was innocent so he deserves to be free. It's a good thing, if you ask me." No one had asked her of coarse but no one needed to to here her opinion. "Maybe I'll even meet him one day."
"I hope he doesn't come here." Darius sighed. "Not that I wouldn't help him and not that I don't want to see him but t could ruin things and I could go back to prison." He shuddered at the the thought.
"I'm sure he won't." His wife said, soothingly.
MacDarrin nodded and picked back up the paper to read over the article.
"I bet I know how he did it." He said. Emily looked up. MacDarrin winked down at his dog and her face light up in a smile at the idea. "They sacked the warden. Good riddance, I say. Never met a more despicable man."
His wife nodded. "You've spoken of him. He must have been quite awful."
"He was. As evil as a man can be without actually being evil."
Emily stared at the picture. "It's so odd finally seeing his face. I like how he looks."
That made Darius laugh. "He liked how he looked too. Trust me."
She giggled. "You told me stories."
"All of them true. Maybe you're right, it's good he's out and he's smart. He wont get caught." Darius smiled. His face felt strained from smiling, for he didn't do that much of it but still, he smiled. He was so happy for his friend.
Emily chattered away but he didn't really hear her. His mind was in the past. He was thinking of a charismatic man he'd once know in prison. Darius MacDarrin had three lives. Before Azkaban, Azkaban and then after Azkaban but throughout his three lives, no one had ever influenced him more and he was never so grateful to another man as he was to Sirius Black who was innocent and who had understood and who in the end had escaped.
Thank you!
THE END!