Disclaimer- I do not own Sirius, James, Harry, Dememtors,
Lily, or anything else in here. They all belong to J.K. Rowling
and W.B.
Bars cold.
They twist and turn.
Cold and dark.
I'm about ready to die.
No. The rat, he should die, not me.
He deserves it.
The rat.
Still, it's ever dark.
They glide towards me.
I feel sick.
I remember them.
The house,
The horror.
The traitor.
I hate him.
I didn't do it.
Or did I.
I switched with the rat,
Convinced James.
It is my fault.
But I have to get out.
Moony never came.
Never ever.
I thought he would, but he never did.
I can't believe he'd believe the traitor.
But maybe he did.
I don't know.
But what about Harry.
James's son.
He'll do great things.
I wish I could see him.
But I never can.
I think I can escape.
And I do.
I sneak through the bar.
Past the gaurds.
As a dog they cannot see.
I'm free from the bars cold that were binding me.
Lily, or anything else in here. They all belong to J.K. Rowling
and W.B.
Bars cold.
They twist and turn.
Cold and dark.
I'm about ready to die.
No. The rat, he should die, not me.
He deserves it.
The rat.
Still, it's ever dark.
They glide towards me.
I feel sick.
I remember them.
The house,
The horror.
The traitor.
I hate him.
I didn't do it.
Or did I.
I switched with the rat,
Convinced James.
It is my fault.
But I have to get out.
Moony never came.
Never ever.
I thought he would, but he never did.
I can't believe he'd believe the traitor.
But maybe he did.
I don't know.
But what about Harry.
James's son.
He'll do great things.
I wish I could see him.
But I never can.
I think I can escape.
And I do.
I sneak through the bar.
Past the gaurds.
As a dog they cannot see.
I'm free from the bars cold that were binding me.