Thankx to all the reviewers!!!!( ;) I figured out how to get my files
transferred correctly so no more one-paragraph entries. I've also decided
to add on to this story line, but I know it's been done before so I need
original new ideas!!! Please?
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!
Reverie
Sirius stared at the door for awhile after Dumbledore left. A million thoughts went through his head. They were scattered, about everything that had ever happened to him. He had been right? Harry was alive, after all. So magic still existed in a person after their death? What if dark magic could be sucked out of a dead person? What if..
Stop it, he told himself, how is this going to help you now? His gaze left the door. He stared around the room feeling as if he was on the edge of a cliff, facing something worse than death. The clock was ticking again, a constant reminder that his time was limited. Was he supposed to figure out how to escape? Should he wait? Would it be waiting for his demise? No, Dumbledore wouldn't let him die. Would he?
Sirius put his head and his hands and massaged his temples, trying to think. If only there was some sign of how to get out. The window was bolted. If worst came to worst, he'd change into Padfoot and run, literally, for his life. His reverie went on for awhile. There was nothing to think about than there was everything in the world to think about. His mind was blank and busy. He felt sick and dizzy, ready to choke on the emotion clouding his sense. What if this failed? What if Dumbledore lied? What if these were his last moments ever? Would Peter ever pay? Would he revive Voldemort? Could Sirius even stop him if he lived?
These thoughts were cut short as he heard a sharp tap on the window. What the hell? He was snapped out of his thoughts immediately. Harry! Harry! Were that the girl in the Shrieking Shack? What was her name? Harmony? No matter. He felt a pang of guilt for forgetting about his godson, who was struggling with the window. The girl took out her wand and mouthed some sort of warning for Sirius to get back. He did and quite quickly at that, glancing at the clock as he did. They'd be here soon.
"Come on, we don't have much time!" yelled Harry. Sirius didn't need telling twice. He placed his hands on either side of the window and slipped through pretty easily. He really had gotten thin, too thin, he knew. Than again, he couldn't exactly stop at the Three Broomsticks and fatten up, could he?
He had forgotten how much he loved flying. The wind in his hair, even though it was much too matted to blow around, the whistle of air rapidly passing his ears. He missed that urge to laugh out loud. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it. It was a feeling of absolute freedom, freedom from guilt, freedom from fear, reality, regret, everything but pure pleasure.
The ride was over all too soon. When Harry and his friend dismounted, it occurred to Sirius that this was he way of escape. He'd ride the hippogriff to freedom! He'd been staring at Harry for awhile now and just realized that he was staring back. A thought occurred to him, as his thanks got cut short by yells for him to go. "We will see eachother again. You are truly your father's son, Harry." Hopefully, they would.
"Go!" from Harry snapped him out of his reverie again, and he was off. For the first time in over a decade, he could enjoy freedom with the comfort that he had friends again. Sitting on the hippogriff, atop the cruel world, he concluded that life at that moment was all too perfect.
Well, chapter two, whew!! Some parts are not completely in accordance with the book, but I wanted to write it now. Hope you like!!! Please, PLEASE REVIEW and offer suggestions for future plot. PLEASE?
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!
Reverie
Sirius stared at the door for awhile after Dumbledore left. A million thoughts went through his head. They were scattered, about everything that had ever happened to him. He had been right? Harry was alive, after all. So magic still existed in a person after their death? What if dark magic could be sucked out of a dead person? What if..
Stop it, he told himself, how is this going to help you now? His gaze left the door. He stared around the room feeling as if he was on the edge of a cliff, facing something worse than death. The clock was ticking again, a constant reminder that his time was limited. Was he supposed to figure out how to escape? Should he wait? Would it be waiting for his demise? No, Dumbledore wouldn't let him die. Would he?
Sirius put his head and his hands and massaged his temples, trying to think. If only there was some sign of how to get out. The window was bolted. If worst came to worst, he'd change into Padfoot and run, literally, for his life. His reverie went on for awhile. There was nothing to think about than there was everything in the world to think about. His mind was blank and busy. He felt sick and dizzy, ready to choke on the emotion clouding his sense. What if this failed? What if Dumbledore lied? What if these were his last moments ever? Would Peter ever pay? Would he revive Voldemort? Could Sirius even stop him if he lived?
These thoughts were cut short as he heard a sharp tap on the window. What the hell? He was snapped out of his thoughts immediately. Harry! Harry! Were that the girl in the Shrieking Shack? What was her name? Harmony? No matter. He felt a pang of guilt for forgetting about his godson, who was struggling with the window. The girl took out her wand and mouthed some sort of warning for Sirius to get back. He did and quite quickly at that, glancing at the clock as he did. They'd be here soon.
"Come on, we don't have much time!" yelled Harry. Sirius didn't need telling twice. He placed his hands on either side of the window and slipped through pretty easily. He really had gotten thin, too thin, he knew. Than again, he couldn't exactly stop at the Three Broomsticks and fatten up, could he?
He had forgotten how much he loved flying. The wind in his hair, even though it was much too matted to blow around, the whistle of air rapidly passing his ears. He missed that urge to laugh out loud. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it. It was a feeling of absolute freedom, freedom from guilt, freedom from fear, reality, regret, everything but pure pleasure.
The ride was over all too soon. When Harry and his friend dismounted, it occurred to Sirius that this was he way of escape. He'd ride the hippogriff to freedom! He'd been staring at Harry for awhile now and just realized that he was staring back. A thought occurred to him, as his thanks got cut short by yells for him to go. "We will see eachother again. You are truly your father's son, Harry." Hopefully, they would.
"Go!" from Harry snapped him out of his reverie again, and he was off. For the first time in over a decade, he could enjoy freedom with the comfort that he had friends again. Sitting on the hippogriff, atop the cruel world, he concluded that life at that moment was all too perfect.
Well, chapter two, whew!! Some parts are not completely in accordance with the book, but I wanted to write it now. Hope you like!!! Please, PLEASE REVIEW and offer suggestions for future plot. PLEASE?