Stars in the Night
Chapter Four
Dreaming of Escape
A/n Here it is chapter four! I just got Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone the movie on DVD widescreen edition. So why am I sitting alone in my room on my computer listening to Sailor Moon: Lunarock (a CD) writing this chapter instead of downstairs watching the movie for the third time (sadly I was broke when it came out so I only got to see it theaters twice)? I'll tell you because my mother is downstairs watching some lesser movie and the only thing left for me to do was sulk in my room, alone, and write. Plus I am really happy because I got an A- on my research paper I had been working on since Christmas break and turned in on April 15! Only five people in my class got A's. I don't mean to brag or anything I'm just really really with knobs happy about it! ^-^ All right now on with the show. Oh one last note if you ever need some British slang words go to http://www.peevish.co.uk/slang there are some really good ones there though some are just plan odd.
It had been four years since I arrived here, four long cruel lonely years with only the thought that I was innocent to sustain me. Harry would be five tomorrow, I realized. I wouldn't be there to give him his first broom though, or teach him how to ride his first bike. I would be here in my cell, alone. I sighed and got up from my little cot with its thin wool blanket and trudged over to my pathetic window with cold iron bars across, bars that shed a dreary shadow across the dirty cement floor. The seagulls were flying free in the cloud-covered sky. It looked like it would rain tonight… again. It was more dreadful here then usual when it rained the screams were worse, the dementors seemed to be more lively when it was miserable outside. The sea gulls I had been watching flew over to perch on my windowsill, or should I say window-cell? I despised the sea gulls, envied their freedom, though never liked them much to begin with. I remember one time at the beach James thought it would be funny if we caught some and tied a sign to their foot that said 'Beware of Flying Slytherin terd'. It was all well and good in theory the only trouble was catching the blasted things. By the end of the day we were completely covered in a mixture of sand, water, and bird rubbish. It was not very pleasant, but at the time we didn't mind.
I left my spot at the window and lied back down on my cot. I laid there and stared at the ceiling trying to make pictures in my mind out of the bumps and rough patches. I drifted off to sleep eventually into another nightmare.
(Dream sequence)
It was sunny where I stood; there was grass beneath my feet nothing but open space for miles. I walked slowly taking in the peaceful atmosphere. I walked for what seemed like hours, watching the rabbits and smelling the wild flowers I passed on my way. Where I was going I wasn't sure but I was content to keep following my feet for as long as they were willing to walk forward. I eventually reached a town, it was a town like any other, there were cars, shops, and lots of people. The people didn't seem to notice I was there though. They just walked right past me as though I didn't exist. But I didn't exist I realized, I wasn't real, this wasn't my world any more, my world was hundreds of miles away in the middle of the ocean. I grew tried of walking the endless path I was on and went across the street to the local park. I made my way over to the swings and sat down with a thump. I stared idle at the rough sand between my toes.
"Padfoot!" a quiet voice I all most didn't make out said from somewhere behind me. Padfoot… I hadn't been called that in years. I turned my head slowly to see whom it was that was calling to me and was met with sight of a scrawny little child with messy hair and over sized cloths. Looked more like a beggar's child then any thing else.
"Padfoot!?" The boy said again a little bit louder this time. "Padfoot! Padfoot!" the child cried running at me as fast as his little legs could carry him. It took me a moment to realize that the little beggar boy was Harry. Harry my godson was here, and he remembered me. I could have cried.
"Harry! Is it really you? Oh Harry missed you so much!" I got up to run to meet him but I couldn't move. I was stuck on the swing. Harry kept getting further and further away from me. I tried to call out to him but I couldn't speak. I watched helplessly as a big mean looking man grabed Harry by his over sized shirt and dragged him further away from me yelling at Harry that he had gone out before had finished doing his chores, he still had to dust, pull out the weeds, and clean the kitchen floor. The image slowly faded away and swirled into darkness.
I was lying on my cot again dementors were standing outside my door sucking what had started as a happy dream away. I was alone again, in the prison I had created for my self. The haunting image of the poor skinny child in over sized clothes who had called to me so desperately still lingered in my mind. Seeing Harry like that, so weak and helpless made me want to do something. But what could I do I was stuck here. It was only a dream I tried to convince myself, but it didn't work. I knew what I had seen had to have been real. I had to escape it was the only thing I could do to possibly rescue Harry. But how? I closed my eyes and remembered the dream. Harry had called me Padfoot, like I always wanted him to. Wait a minute! Padfoot! That was the answer. Harry had been telling me how to escape! If I transformed into Padfoot I could slip out of the cell while they were giving me my daily growl. I would have to wait until tomorrow night when I was more rested and prepared.
* * *
I woke the next mourning with a sense of being that I hadn't had in a long time. The day passed all too slowly giving more then enough time to go over my plan of escape in my head. All I had to do now was transform into Padfoot and wait for dinnertime to arrive. It was amazing how much better you felt when you were a dog, some of that pressure the dementors put on you evaporates and you can breath normally. I curled up on my cot and slept for a few hours to pass the time. It was late afternoon when I awoke from my nap, three hours to go. It was raining outside again, I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It would make it harder to swim to shore so I suppose it was a bad thing. Before I left my *home* for the past four years I decided to leave a note on the wall. Nothing giving away where I'd be going but a note all the same. I found a suitable rock on the floor and used it to scratch the word 'INNOCENCES'. They minister would be puzzled by it I was sure, I knew he would come when he learned of my escape. It took a while to get the word firmly engraved in the wall. It was a little darker by the time I was finished. Only a couple of hours to go, I was starting to get nervous that something would go wrong and I would be caught. But I had to have faith in myself which was hard considering my location.
Finally the dementors were coming around with food. I stood patiently by the door as Padfoot waiting for it to open. There was a click and then the door slowly creaked open and the dementor stepped in to place the bowl down on the floor. As it was setting the bowl down I quietly slipped out the door and ran down the hall. I vaguely remembered the way I had come in, all I knew was that I had come from the right so that's the way I went. I padded my way through the maze that was Azkaban going in the direction of where the presence of the dementors was less. I had been at it all night and it was near dawn when I finally reached the exit. I was by now tried and hungry but I knew I had to at lest get out side the fortress before mourning when the dementors would go to bring me breakfast, that's when they would notice I was no longer in my cell where I should be. I transformed back into my normal self to open the door when I sensed it was spelled. I wouldn't be able to open the door with out someone noticing I looked around me a saw a window, a window without bars. It was just big enough that Padfoot could squeeze through. I quickly transformed again and jumped through the window into the outside world. I was finally free. I found a little nook up against the wall where I could take a short nap. The night's events had taken a lot out of me and I needed my strength to make it across the channel to the main land.
I woke up again a little before breakfast, I would have to hurry and swim to shore before the dementors began their search for me. I climbed down the rocky slope to the edge of the water then quickly jumped in. The water was icy cold; it soon began to numb my limbs so that I could no longer feel its icy chill. I began to swim steadily to the main land taking brakes when necessary. It was well past breakfast by the time I made it to shore. I climbed out of the water and quickly transfigured into Padfoot. Tired and hungry I made my way to Little Whinging, the town from my dream. There I would begin my search for Harry; my godson…I would save him from whatever horrors those people he was living with had put him through.
***
Dumbledore sat in his office drinking his mourning tea, it had been a stressful week his latest chosen apprentice wasn't doing as well as he had hoped he would. He sighed and opened his usual stack of letters. A few were from parents who weren't happy about one of his decisions on how to run the school. A few were from old order members he kept in touch with. The last letter he received was from Fudge, the minister of magic, he probably needed help with something as usual.
Dear Albus Dumbledore,
I would like to inform you that Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban last night his where abouts are unknown, we have began the search for him all ready. However we would like to keep this little mishap hush hush for now. You understand of course that if this were to get out people might panic. Please give us any suggestions or information that might be useful in his recapture. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic
A/n yeah yeah I know another shortie. I beginning to realize they're all going to be this short so to try and make up for the shortness I'm going to try extra extra hard to post new chapters more often. It shouldn't be too hard now that summers all most here. 5 teaching days, four days of finals, one day of grades, and one day of graduation (my brothers not mine).
Chapter Four
Dreaming of Escape
A/n Here it is chapter four! I just got Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone the movie on DVD widescreen edition. So why am I sitting alone in my room on my computer listening to Sailor Moon: Lunarock (a CD) writing this chapter instead of downstairs watching the movie for the third time (sadly I was broke when it came out so I only got to see it theaters twice)? I'll tell you because my mother is downstairs watching some lesser movie and the only thing left for me to do was sulk in my room, alone, and write. Plus I am really happy because I got an A- on my research paper I had been working on since Christmas break and turned in on April 15! Only five people in my class got A's. I don't mean to brag or anything I'm just really really with knobs happy about it! ^-^ All right now on with the show. Oh one last note if you ever need some British slang words go to http://www.peevish.co.uk/slang there are some really good ones there though some are just plan odd.
It had been four years since I arrived here, four long cruel lonely years with only the thought that I was innocent to sustain me. Harry would be five tomorrow, I realized. I wouldn't be there to give him his first broom though, or teach him how to ride his first bike. I would be here in my cell, alone. I sighed and got up from my little cot with its thin wool blanket and trudged over to my pathetic window with cold iron bars across, bars that shed a dreary shadow across the dirty cement floor. The seagulls were flying free in the cloud-covered sky. It looked like it would rain tonight… again. It was more dreadful here then usual when it rained the screams were worse, the dementors seemed to be more lively when it was miserable outside. The sea gulls I had been watching flew over to perch on my windowsill, or should I say window-cell? I despised the sea gulls, envied their freedom, though never liked them much to begin with. I remember one time at the beach James thought it would be funny if we caught some and tied a sign to their foot that said 'Beware of Flying Slytherin terd'. It was all well and good in theory the only trouble was catching the blasted things. By the end of the day we were completely covered in a mixture of sand, water, and bird rubbish. It was not very pleasant, but at the time we didn't mind.
I left my spot at the window and lied back down on my cot. I laid there and stared at the ceiling trying to make pictures in my mind out of the bumps and rough patches. I drifted off to sleep eventually into another nightmare.
(Dream sequence)
It was sunny where I stood; there was grass beneath my feet nothing but open space for miles. I walked slowly taking in the peaceful atmosphere. I walked for what seemed like hours, watching the rabbits and smelling the wild flowers I passed on my way. Where I was going I wasn't sure but I was content to keep following my feet for as long as they were willing to walk forward. I eventually reached a town, it was a town like any other, there were cars, shops, and lots of people. The people didn't seem to notice I was there though. They just walked right past me as though I didn't exist. But I didn't exist I realized, I wasn't real, this wasn't my world any more, my world was hundreds of miles away in the middle of the ocean. I grew tried of walking the endless path I was on and went across the street to the local park. I made my way over to the swings and sat down with a thump. I stared idle at the rough sand between my toes.
"Padfoot!" a quiet voice I all most didn't make out said from somewhere behind me. Padfoot… I hadn't been called that in years. I turned my head slowly to see whom it was that was calling to me and was met with sight of a scrawny little child with messy hair and over sized cloths. Looked more like a beggar's child then any thing else.
"Padfoot!?" The boy said again a little bit louder this time. "Padfoot! Padfoot!" the child cried running at me as fast as his little legs could carry him. It took me a moment to realize that the little beggar boy was Harry. Harry my godson was here, and he remembered me. I could have cried.
"Harry! Is it really you? Oh Harry missed you so much!" I got up to run to meet him but I couldn't move. I was stuck on the swing. Harry kept getting further and further away from me. I tried to call out to him but I couldn't speak. I watched helplessly as a big mean looking man grabed Harry by his over sized shirt and dragged him further away from me yelling at Harry that he had gone out before had finished doing his chores, he still had to dust, pull out the weeds, and clean the kitchen floor. The image slowly faded away and swirled into darkness.
I was lying on my cot again dementors were standing outside my door sucking what had started as a happy dream away. I was alone again, in the prison I had created for my self. The haunting image of the poor skinny child in over sized clothes who had called to me so desperately still lingered in my mind. Seeing Harry like that, so weak and helpless made me want to do something. But what could I do I was stuck here. It was only a dream I tried to convince myself, but it didn't work. I knew what I had seen had to have been real. I had to escape it was the only thing I could do to possibly rescue Harry. But how? I closed my eyes and remembered the dream. Harry had called me Padfoot, like I always wanted him to. Wait a minute! Padfoot! That was the answer. Harry had been telling me how to escape! If I transformed into Padfoot I could slip out of the cell while they were giving me my daily growl. I would have to wait until tomorrow night when I was more rested and prepared.
* * *
I woke the next mourning with a sense of being that I hadn't had in a long time. The day passed all too slowly giving more then enough time to go over my plan of escape in my head. All I had to do now was transform into Padfoot and wait for dinnertime to arrive. It was amazing how much better you felt when you were a dog, some of that pressure the dementors put on you evaporates and you can breath normally. I curled up on my cot and slept for a few hours to pass the time. It was late afternoon when I awoke from my nap, three hours to go. It was raining outside again, I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It would make it harder to swim to shore so I suppose it was a bad thing. Before I left my *home* for the past four years I decided to leave a note on the wall. Nothing giving away where I'd be going but a note all the same. I found a suitable rock on the floor and used it to scratch the word 'INNOCENCES'. They minister would be puzzled by it I was sure, I knew he would come when he learned of my escape. It took a while to get the word firmly engraved in the wall. It was a little darker by the time I was finished. Only a couple of hours to go, I was starting to get nervous that something would go wrong and I would be caught. But I had to have faith in myself which was hard considering my location.
Finally the dementors were coming around with food. I stood patiently by the door as Padfoot waiting for it to open. There was a click and then the door slowly creaked open and the dementor stepped in to place the bowl down on the floor. As it was setting the bowl down I quietly slipped out the door and ran down the hall. I vaguely remembered the way I had come in, all I knew was that I had come from the right so that's the way I went. I padded my way through the maze that was Azkaban going in the direction of where the presence of the dementors was less. I had been at it all night and it was near dawn when I finally reached the exit. I was by now tried and hungry but I knew I had to at lest get out side the fortress before mourning when the dementors would go to bring me breakfast, that's when they would notice I was no longer in my cell where I should be. I transformed back into my normal self to open the door when I sensed it was spelled. I wouldn't be able to open the door with out someone noticing I looked around me a saw a window, a window without bars. It was just big enough that Padfoot could squeeze through. I quickly transformed again and jumped through the window into the outside world. I was finally free. I found a little nook up against the wall where I could take a short nap. The night's events had taken a lot out of me and I needed my strength to make it across the channel to the main land.
I woke up again a little before breakfast, I would have to hurry and swim to shore before the dementors began their search for me. I climbed down the rocky slope to the edge of the water then quickly jumped in. The water was icy cold; it soon began to numb my limbs so that I could no longer feel its icy chill. I began to swim steadily to the main land taking brakes when necessary. It was well past breakfast by the time I made it to shore. I climbed out of the water and quickly transfigured into Padfoot. Tired and hungry I made my way to Little Whinging, the town from my dream. There I would begin my search for Harry; my godson…I would save him from whatever horrors those people he was living with had put him through.
***
Dumbledore sat in his office drinking his mourning tea, it had been a stressful week his latest chosen apprentice wasn't doing as well as he had hoped he would. He sighed and opened his usual stack of letters. A few were from parents who weren't happy about one of his decisions on how to run the school. A few were from old order members he kept in touch with. The last letter he received was from Fudge, the minister of magic, he probably needed help with something as usual.
Dear Albus Dumbledore,
I would like to inform you that Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban last night his where abouts are unknown, we have began the search for him all ready. However we would like to keep this little mishap hush hush for now. You understand of course that if this were to get out people might panic. Please give us any suggestions or information that might be useful in his recapture. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic
A/n yeah yeah I know another shortie. I beginning to realize they're all going to be this short so to try and make up for the shortness I'm going to try extra extra hard to post new chapters more often. It shouldn't be too hard now that summers all most here. 5 teaching days, four days of finals, one day of grades, and one day of graduation (my brothers not mine).