Please note, that I do not own the character of Sirius Black, or any other magical lingo. The title comes from the Coldplay song of the same name.
This is a Sirius/OC (Reina) story.
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Clocks
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Chapter Three: The Chocolate Mountain
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His head ached. It was a pain he hadn't experienced in a long time. And he was shivering, though he was far from the icy cold of the Azkaban prison. There was a tender voice whispering to him, pleading with him to clear his mind. He recognized it as Albus Dumbledore, his Transfiguration professor and Head of House.
He tasted chocolate on his lips. Slowly he was able to open his eyes. He did as he was told, and calmly cleared his mind. Wincing, he closed his eyes again.
"Professor?"
"Yes, my boy, yes. You are safe, do not worry. Now, Sirius Black. How did you get out of Azkaban?"
"Sir?"
"Sirius, you have to tell me one thing. Where is Peter?"
The pounding in his head ceased almost instantly. His eyes snapped open. And he sat up to face the professor.
"What?! You mean… Professor?"
"Yes, yes. I know. I've always known. A fact that has eaten me up from the inside ever since. I should have insisted on being their secret-keeper. They were too confident in their friends." The Professor shot a meaningful glace at Sirius, who understood immediately.
"It was all my fault! I convinced them to use Pettigrew. Who would suspect a stupid, wimpy boy like him to hold such a secret? I knew they'd try to come after me… Malfoy did come to me that night, prepared to blow my brains out… I…It was my fault, Professor."
"Well, let us not argue about who is to blame. Rather, let's figure out what you are doing out of prison, hmm?"
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His throat was parched. His stomach growled menacingly, but he ignored it. Like he had for 12 years. He's been able to ignore a lot of things. He sat still, concentrating on controlling his shivering. The professor, who insists he be called Albus, had seated him by the fire.
Albus had conjured a mountain of chocolate and a mug of hot cocoa. But the very sight brought tears to Sirius' eyes. The chocolate reminded him of candy runs that the Marauders went on. Invading the sweet shop…invading the kitchens…He blinked.
"You'll have to leave at daybreak."
"Yes, I know."
"I don't know what to do about Reina."
"What do you mean?"
"She knows, Sirius. She knows…"
"Yes, I know. I knew I could trust her, that's why I came here – "
"Have you not learned anything, Sirius? You cannot trust anyone. Ever."
"Not even you, Professor?"
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The shushed stillness of morning was depressing. He knew what the early morning light meant. It meant that he would have to decide what to do.
"Sirius, I will have to call the authorities, you know? They will be looking for you."
"Professor, please – "
"Unless, you'd rather tell me what is going on? Why you have escaped from Azkaban – 12 long years after your wrongful imprisonment? Hmm? What is this all about?"
What was this all about? The image of the rat on the boy's shoulder ran across his mind. His anger surfaced. That rat! He'd get him…
"He's at Hogwarts…"
"Who? Harry?"
The rat. He killed his best friend. His heart pounded in fury at the thought.
"I must kill him…"
"Sirius – "
"I must KILL him!"
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He shook his head. He'd been stunned. He instantly remembered storming toward the door. He sat up, and found he was back in the bed. He was alone. The Professor was gone.
This was his chance. He'd run now.
He'd run. Get to Hogwarts – and get the rat.
No…no, first he'd find Harry. Where was he? Hagrid said with the damn Dursleys. He'd first see Harry. His Harry.
He choked down a sob at the thought of the baby he used to play with. The nearly cried aloud thinking about the 12 years he should have spent with the boy. That his parents should have spent with that boy. Dear Merlin…
He gathered himself, confused by the sudden intensification of his emotions now that he was away from Dementors. He stood and crept to the door.
It was locked. He turned and looked at the window. He crept slowly and carefully, not wanting to make a sound.
The window was unlocked, but he was on the second floor. What to do?
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By midday, he was kilometers away. The Professor would unlikely be able to track him. He traveled fast, and hard, keeping to the alleys and the shadows. In his current state, his thoughts were few but strongly emotional. He found his mind dwelling on finding Harry. On seeing Reina again. On searching for Remus Lupin. And on hunting down and killing Peter Pettigrew.
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A/N:
So I hope you enjoyed! Next chapter may be out soon.
To those who reviewed:
The
Wolf Child – Sorry it is a bit confusing. I am rather unsure what to do with this
story, though I have a beautiful ending planned out…
Annoriel – Thanks – sorry that my updates are few and infrequent. Keep posted – more will be up – someday.
nabenabe - Glad you enjoy – sorry about the updates for Even Better, it'll happen soon I promise!
Snuffles 55 – Thanks so much! The Storm is also my own favorite piece, I'm currently working on revisions for it and will post the updated story, soon.
Rora – Thanks! Sorry I haven't really introduced more of Reina in this chap. This was a plot chap. *sigh* Hehe, I guess we need those too.
Jedi Amoira – Exactly my thoughts! I think that Dumbledore always knows what's going on… but remember when he was scared and had all the houses sleep in the Great Hall? I thought that showed a little bit that Dumbledore doesn't know everything… made him scared… so that's what I tried to show with this chapter. That he has a good idea – but he's not sure what Sirius is after… and Sirius is a little unstable, so we'll just have to see…
Please review and let me know what you think.
Much appreciated!
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