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Pebbles
Sirius groaned as he rolled over onto a very uncomfortable pebble. The cave he'd sought shelter from the storm in was rocky. And wet. And cold. He shivered and turned over, freezing as Buckbeak's wings fanned him. He'd been traveling for a week at least. Him and Buckbeak made good time. They were somewhere in Spain. Just outside Madrid, according to Sirius's calculations. He couldn't understand the Spanish very well, so he couldn't be too sure.
As a bolt of lightning lit up the sky, he jerked up. There was just no sleeping that cold and rainy night. The summer sun was unbearably hot in the day, but at that moment he'd have given anything for a bit of sunlight. Buckbeak made a clucking sound with his beak.
Sirius laid back down and stared up a the dark cave ceiling. The mud had already seaped through his grey robes and worn black coat, chilling his skin. Rain had always fascinated him. He'd watched it for hours in prison, wondering if his godson would see the same rain cloud. the same moon and stars. He stared to make circles in the dirt with his worn hands. worn from holding a hippogriff's neck for hours on end. True, he was dead tired, but sleep wasn't coming. And it almost always brought nightmares anyway. Their next stop would have to be somewhere he could rest, somewhere warm and comforting, where no dementors would dare set foot. France and Portugal were about equal distance. France would be nice. At least he spoke the language. A small smile strected across his face as he remembered his French lessons with Regulus. One of the few things they'd agreed on : they'd never need it. But, of course, it had been the language of the Noble House of Black for centuries.
As he was thinking about Remus's latest address, sleep slowly crept over him.
Bitch black. All black and cold. Shrill screaming. "I didn't!" "Nooooooo" "Master!" And one new voice in particular, moaning deeply. "no! I didn' do it'! I love them kids like theyz me own! Why'd I a open that damn chamber? I neva did it ta begin with! NO! Please, not there!" Hagrid? Sirius recognized the voice, but he'd never heard him that upset. Ever. But Azkaban does that to people, doesn't it?
He looked up through the long, vertical window in his cell wall, than to the old grimy chains beside it. This place had been worse one day.much worse. And the chains were still left. On the wall. As a reminder. To any of those who dare escape. Of the consequences.
He rain his hand over his ribs, counting. Counting took his mind off the memories. For awhile. One.two..three.smooth, curved..four.five.other side
Sirius awoke to the painfully loud sound of bird chatter, another pebble digging into his backbone. There was no breakfast to be had, and Buckbeak had gone to sleep. Today they'd head east, towards France. Remus was more likely to be there than Portugal. He could owl Dumbledore about Remus's position before Buckbeak awoke, then they could fly east together.
Sheilding his eyes from the sun, he grabbed for his sack. The small, potato sack had all his worldly belongings. All the ones he traveled with anyway. He undug it from its hiding place and extracted a torn piece of parchment, a quill, and a small, nearly empty bottle of black ink. He chewed his chapped lips awhile before writing, wondering how to phrase his inquiry should the owl be intercepted.
Professor-
I hope you are well. Thank you again for all your support. It's been truly invaluable. I was also wondering if you could locate my wolf for me. I'll be traveling near Cas's place, but your owl should find me.
Best Regards,
Snuffles
That should do it. Someone would have to have been really close to both him and Dorcas Meadowes to know her nickname and where she was from. And there really was no one apart from Order members. Her parents had died when she was seventeen. A day etched permanently in Sirius's memory. He shuffled out in his bare feet to find an owl. The cave was pretty high up, so there'd be lots of birds, no people. And that was how he needed it. For now.
Well, how'd you like it??? PLEASE REVIEW!!!! PLEASE??? I am BEG-GING you! PLEASE review.once again, sorry for abandoning this story soooo long...I just needed to get my thoughts in order and deal with school...term papers coming up and all. Ack!
Little message: Yup, I'm alive. I decided to update this story because I read soooo much of other people's work and decided to pitch in and give it another go myself! Since it's thanksgiving, I'm thankful for all you hard- working authors out there! Thank you!
Pebbles
Sirius groaned as he rolled over onto a very uncomfortable pebble. The cave he'd sought shelter from the storm in was rocky. And wet. And cold. He shivered and turned over, freezing as Buckbeak's wings fanned him. He'd been traveling for a week at least. Him and Buckbeak made good time. They were somewhere in Spain. Just outside Madrid, according to Sirius's calculations. He couldn't understand the Spanish very well, so he couldn't be too sure.
As a bolt of lightning lit up the sky, he jerked up. There was just no sleeping that cold and rainy night. The summer sun was unbearably hot in the day, but at that moment he'd have given anything for a bit of sunlight. Buckbeak made a clucking sound with his beak.
Sirius laid back down and stared up a the dark cave ceiling. The mud had already seaped through his grey robes and worn black coat, chilling his skin. Rain had always fascinated him. He'd watched it for hours in prison, wondering if his godson would see the same rain cloud. the same moon and stars. He stared to make circles in the dirt with his worn hands. worn from holding a hippogriff's neck for hours on end. True, he was dead tired, but sleep wasn't coming. And it almost always brought nightmares anyway. Their next stop would have to be somewhere he could rest, somewhere warm and comforting, where no dementors would dare set foot. France and Portugal were about equal distance. France would be nice. At least he spoke the language. A small smile strected across his face as he remembered his French lessons with Regulus. One of the few things they'd agreed on : they'd never need it. But, of course, it had been the language of the Noble House of Black for centuries.
As he was thinking about Remus's latest address, sleep slowly crept over him.
Bitch black. All black and cold. Shrill screaming. "I didn't!" "Nooooooo" "Master!" And one new voice in particular, moaning deeply. "no! I didn' do it'! I love them kids like theyz me own! Why'd I a open that damn chamber? I neva did it ta begin with! NO! Please, not there!" Hagrid? Sirius recognized the voice, but he'd never heard him that upset. Ever. But Azkaban does that to people, doesn't it?
He looked up through the long, vertical window in his cell wall, than to the old grimy chains beside it. This place had been worse one day.much worse. And the chains were still left. On the wall. As a reminder. To any of those who dare escape. Of the consequences.
He rain his hand over his ribs, counting. Counting took his mind off the memories. For awhile. One.two..three.smooth, curved..four.five.other side
Sirius awoke to the painfully loud sound of bird chatter, another pebble digging into his backbone. There was no breakfast to be had, and Buckbeak had gone to sleep. Today they'd head east, towards France. Remus was more likely to be there than Portugal. He could owl Dumbledore about Remus's position before Buckbeak awoke, then they could fly east together.
Sheilding his eyes from the sun, he grabbed for his sack. The small, potato sack had all his worldly belongings. All the ones he traveled with anyway. He undug it from its hiding place and extracted a torn piece of parchment, a quill, and a small, nearly empty bottle of black ink. He chewed his chapped lips awhile before writing, wondering how to phrase his inquiry should the owl be intercepted.
Professor-
I hope you are well. Thank you again for all your support. It's been truly invaluable. I was also wondering if you could locate my wolf for me. I'll be traveling near Cas's place, but your owl should find me.
Best Regards,
Snuffles
That should do it. Someone would have to have been really close to both him and Dorcas Meadowes to know her nickname and where she was from. And there really was no one apart from Order members. Her parents had died when she was seventeen. A day etched permanently in Sirius's memory. He shuffled out in his bare feet to find an owl. The cave was pretty high up, so there'd be lots of birds, no people. And that was how he needed it. For now.
Well, how'd you like it??? PLEASE REVIEW!!!! PLEASE??? I am BEG-GING you! PLEASE review.once again, sorry for abandoning this story soooo long...I just needed to get my thoughts in order and deal with school...term papers coming up and all. Ack!