Disclaimer: I don't own the character...though I really wouldn't mind
it...especially Remus Lupin or Sirius...hmm...*cough* anyway, I hope you
all enjoy this! I have ideas for other short stories concerning the
characters thoughts on what happened after the Potter's deaths, but school
prohibits me from writing any more at the present time. Anyway, enjoy this
one!
Sirius Black: Tears in Heaven
He paced the cell back and forth till his legs gave out from fatigue. The darkness was oppressive, but whenever the shuffling footsteps of the Dementors passed by his cell, the darkness became suffocating.
Azkaban. Who would have thought he would end up here? He was a trickster, prankster and all around "bad kid," but never did he deserve Azkaban. He never had stepped out of line that far to deserve this prison. He slid down the damp stone wall and bowed his head, grabbing fist fulls of his short black hair.
"I didn't do it..I didn't do it.." he muttered over and over to himself, as if by repeating his innocence it would make it so. A dementor stopped by his cell door and he lifted up his head.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" he screamed. The thing shuffled away and the man known as Sirius Black went back to his hair pulling. Why? Why had Peter done this? Why had he betrayed them all, especially the Potters? Remus and Sirius didn't have any children, but Lily and James did: Harry.
Tears pricked the back of his eyes. Harry Potter, his godson. He was suppose to be out there, protecting the child instead of those horrible muggle relatives of Lily's. Why did Peter betray them? When did the Maurauders give him the reason to betray them? And why hadn't he seen it coming?
Sirius supposed that since he was the one that convinced the Potters to change secret-keepers, he was just as guilty as Peter for betraying them. Maybe he deserved to be in prison. No, he couldn't think that. If he convinced himself of his guilt he would die in prison insane and that would only convince the world of his crime. He had to fill his mind with something else, but what?
He always enjoyed music. Yes, that's what he would do. Music made people happy. If he sang, the Dementors could sap the happiness he got from the music instead of his own happiness of life. But what to sing? Letting go of his hair, he sat back in the cell and gazed off into the darkness. A song came to mind and he started singing without thinking much.
Would you know my name, If I saw you in heaven? Would it be the same, If I saw in heaven? I must be strong And carry on, For I know I don't belong Here in heaven.
It was a muggle song he had played on his guitar many many times. Some dusty memory in the back of his mind made him think it was Lily's favorite song. How appropriate for present time.
Would you hold my hand, If I saw you in heaven? Would you help me stand, If I saw you in heaven?
James and Lily Potter.two of the most wonderful people that ever graced the world.muggle and magic. They knew they were in danger. They knew Voldermort was tracking them. Why didn't they leave England? Why did they stay? And why didn't he think of protecting them? Some friend he turned out to be.
Sirius felt a tear slip down his cheek which was quickly followed by another. Another Dementor stopped outside his cell and Sirius felt an icy air being pumped into the small room. He thought about just handing himself over to that thing at his door, letting it suck all the joy out of him. But then he thought of the Potters. What would James say to him right now?
"Pull yourself together Padfoot! You know you had nothing to do with what happened to us! Now, make sure you keep yourself sane in this place so when you do get out, you can take care of my son!"
Sirius smiled slightly. "Thanks James."
The Dementor at the door hissed and the air grew colder. Sirius glared at the cell door and started singing at the top of his lungs again.
Beyond the door There's peace I'm sure. Cause I know there'll be no more Tears in heaven.
Sirius Black: Tears in Heaven
He paced the cell back and forth till his legs gave out from fatigue. The darkness was oppressive, but whenever the shuffling footsteps of the Dementors passed by his cell, the darkness became suffocating.
Azkaban. Who would have thought he would end up here? He was a trickster, prankster and all around "bad kid," but never did he deserve Azkaban. He never had stepped out of line that far to deserve this prison. He slid down the damp stone wall and bowed his head, grabbing fist fulls of his short black hair.
"I didn't do it..I didn't do it.." he muttered over and over to himself, as if by repeating his innocence it would make it so. A dementor stopped by his cell door and he lifted up his head.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" he screamed. The thing shuffled away and the man known as Sirius Black went back to his hair pulling. Why? Why had Peter done this? Why had he betrayed them all, especially the Potters? Remus and Sirius didn't have any children, but Lily and James did: Harry.
Tears pricked the back of his eyes. Harry Potter, his godson. He was suppose to be out there, protecting the child instead of those horrible muggle relatives of Lily's. Why did Peter betray them? When did the Maurauders give him the reason to betray them? And why hadn't he seen it coming?
Sirius supposed that since he was the one that convinced the Potters to change secret-keepers, he was just as guilty as Peter for betraying them. Maybe he deserved to be in prison. No, he couldn't think that. If he convinced himself of his guilt he would die in prison insane and that would only convince the world of his crime. He had to fill his mind with something else, but what?
He always enjoyed music. Yes, that's what he would do. Music made people happy. If he sang, the Dementors could sap the happiness he got from the music instead of his own happiness of life. But what to sing? Letting go of his hair, he sat back in the cell and gazed off into the darkness. A song came to mind and he started singing without thinking much.
Would you know my name, If I saw you in heaven? Would it be the same, If I saw in heaven? I must be strong And carry on, For I know I don't belong Here in heaven.
It was a muggle song he had played on his guitar many many times. Some dusty memory in the back of his mind made him think it was Lily's favorite song. How appropriate for present time.
Would you hold my hand, If I saw you in heaven? Would you help me stand, If I saw you in heaven?
James and Lily Potter.two of the most wonderful people that ever graced the world.muggle and magic. They knew they were in danger. They knew Voldermort was tracking them. Why didn't they leave England? Why did they stay? And why didn't he think of protecting them? Some friend he turned out to be.
Sirius felt a tear slip down his cheek which was quickly followed by another. Another Dementor stopped outside his cell and Sirius felt an icy air being pumped into the small room. He thought about just handing himself over to that thing at his door, letting it suck all the joy out of him. But then he thought of the Potters. What would James say to him right now?
"Pull yourself together Padfoot! You know you had nothing to do with what happened to us! Now, make sure you keep yourself sane in this place so when you do get out, you can take care of my son!"
Sirius smiled slightly. "Thanks James."
The Dementor at the door hissed and the air grew colder. Sirius glared at the cell door and started singing at the top of his lungs again.
Beyond the door There's peace I'm sure. Cause I know there'll be no more Tears in heaven.
