A/N: If I owned either the song or the characters, wouldn't I have something better to do than write fanfiction?
*An icy wind burns and scars
Rushes in like a fallen star
Through the narrow space
Between these bars
Looking down on Prison Grove*
Azkaban. It was the only place Sirius Black had been for the past thirteen years. He knew he was innocent, but evidence was against him. Evidence, and likely his family history. He could never prove his innocence, but he knew he could escape.
*Dug in, hunkered down
Hours race without a sound
Gonna carry me to where I'm bound
Looking down on Prison Grove*
Many visitors wondered how Sirius had been able to retain his sanity through the long years he had been an inmate of the prison. Were he not truly innocent, he would not have, for it was only that notion that saved him.
*Iron will hard as rock
Hold me up for the fateful knock
When they walk me down in a mortal lock
Out on Prison Grove*
He was motivated further to escape by the photo on that Daily Prophet. The minister's Daily Prophet. The cover showed Peter Pettigrew in his rat form. "Pettigrew is the one who should be in this cell, not me," he thought. He did not dare say this aloud. The public knew Peter to be dead, not knowing how mistaken they truly were.
*Shine on all these broken lives
Shine on
Shine the light on me*
His plan had been fabricated. Sirius had one thing to his advantage. Nobody at the prison knew he was an animagus. He had to get to Hogwarts. He was taking more risks than he should. If he waited a bit longer he could have contrived a better, safer plan, but there was no time to waste. Harry was all that was left of his best friend, James Potter.
*Knick Knack Paddy Wack
They say you'll hear your own bones crack
When they bend you back to bible black
Then you'll find your love*
The night before the escape, in his dreams, Sirius Black could be heard muttering "He's at Hogwarts." In a truly conscious state, he would never have dared to say such a thing. It made his plan too conspicuous. Later, he regretted even sleeping the night before his escape. He should have been planning. He was lucky he escaped.
*Some folks have to die too hard
Some folks have to cry too hard
Take one last look at the prison yard
Goodbye Prison Grove*
The plan worked perfectly. His extensive speculation beforehand payed off. Sirius Black was free from Azkaban. Spared a grisly fate, for the time being at least. Were he caught, he knew the kiss would be administored to him without a second thought.
*Shine on all these broken lives
Shine on
Shine the light on me*
"He's at Hogwarts," Sirius said, softly at first, but then, realizing that he was free, repeated the phrase, louder. He was free.
A/N (Again): In case you haven't already figured it out, the song is the part in the *'s.
*An icy wind burns and scars
Rushes in like a fallen star
Through the narrow space
Between these bars
Looking down on Prison Grove*
Azkaban. It was the only place Sirius Black had been for the past thirteen years. He knew he was innocent, but evidence was against him. Evidence, and likely his family history. He could never prove his innocence, but he knew he could escape.
*Dug in, hunkered down
Hours race without a sound
Gonna carry me to where I'm bound
Looking down on Prison Grove*
Many visitors wondered how Sirius had been able to retain his sanity through the long years he had been an inmate of the prison. Were he not truly innocent, he would not have, for it was only that notion that saved him.
*Iron will hard as rock
Hold me up for the fateful knock
When they walk me down in a mortal lock
Out on Prison Grove*
He was motivated further to escape by the photo on that Daily Prophet. The minister's Daily Prophet. The cover showed Peter Pettigrew in his rat form. "Pettigrew is the one who should be in this cell, not me," he thought. He did not dare say this aloud. The public knew Peter to be dead, not knowing how mistaken they truly were.
*Shine on all these broken lives
Shine on
Shine the light on me*
His plan had been fabricated. Sirius had one thing to his advantage. Nobody at the prison knew he was an animagus. He had to get to Hogwarts. He was taking more risks than he should. If he waited a bit longer he could have contrived a better, safer plan, but there was no time to waste. Harry was all that was left of his best friend, James Potter.
*Knick Knack Paddy Wack
They say you'll hear your own bones crack
When they bend you back to bible black
Then you'll find your love*
The night before the escape, in his dreams, Sirius Black could be heard muttering "He's at Hogwarts." In a truly conscious state, he would never have dared to say such a thing. It made his plan too conspicuous. Later, he regretted even sleeping the night before his escape. He should have been planning. He was lucky he escaped.
*Some folks have to die too hard
Some folks have to cry too hard
Take one last look at the prison yard
Goodbye Prison Grove*
The plan worked perfectly. His extensive speculation beforehand payed off. Sirius Black was free from Azkaban. Spared a grisly fate, for the time being at least. Were he caught, he knew the kiss would be administored to him without a second thought.
*Shine on all these broken lives
Shine on
Shine the light on me*
"He's at Hogwarts," Sirius said, softly at first, but then, realizing that he was free, repeated the phrase, louder. He was free.
A/N (Again): In case you haven't already figured it out, the song is the part in the *'s.