A/N: WOW…. Time to update again! This is going slower then I anticipated! Lol. But as I go along I'm starting to forget which posts were mine and which were Linzy's! I hope she doesn't get mad at me if I mess up! Well, here's Year 4 and the HARRY ARK!! Woohoo!! And I thank Trinity Day for her critique! I think it's a lot better this way. :)
Disclaimer: I own… um… my imagination… well, actually only half since this was co – written… Gah! Fine, fine! It's all J.K.Rowlings… but with our special twist!
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January 1984
What was once rain has now become snow. Winds from the north freeze the air and turn the season to an unfeeling and deathly period. If only the wind would freeze my veins. Then I would be insensitive to the relentless thoughts that trouble me in the middle of the night. I've been getting visions. Strange ones with, what I can only determine to be, cryptic messages. One night I saw a thin, young boy. He cries in a tight place. It's enclosed. The air is warm. He wipes his tears on his sleeve and looks about for something… he finds a book and squints to look at it… he can't read it. When I opened my eyes I swore that I could see him in my cell. Although the darkness it was like I could see him better this way: Dark hair, bristled and wild. But I never saw his face. He hid it from me like he was ashamed. I stood up to try to make him face me but I reached into nothingness as my hand drew near enough to touch him. He was an illusion… being here for son long… my mind is getting affected. I must continue to remain sane. That night I couldn't help but feel dreadful pain. I wanted to comfort that child and tell him he was crying for no reason, it was unexplainable because I still do not know why I would have told him something like that…
~Sirius~
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Written by: Burning Artist
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April, 1984
The spring has brought more rain, and with the rain has come a wash of more
prisoners. It has been a long time since last I saw so many un-emaciated
faces.... they have not yet succeeded to the horrors that will inevitable drain
their very will to live from their souls. Wash their minds blank of all
that existed before.
This
has given me an unexpected burst of desire. I see men so freshly captured that
I can almost absorb their fleeting freedom as they stare about, muttering to
themselves...
I see again this young boy in a vision.... it is almost prophetic, as if he is
trying to tell me something, willing me on unknowingly. But who he is, I cannot
imagine. It is disturbing, and yet, it is a comfort. I cannot fathom its
meaning, but I feel that someday it will be made clear to me...
~Sirius~
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Written by: LinzyBrook
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August 1984
They've already caved in. Those men of whom I wrote about in my final entries have caved in. They are fully mad. Some official looking men have taken them away. I thank the stars that I ever learned how to master being an animagi. I see them babbling on and on about everything that passes their eyes from the smallest insect to the shadows that creep so very often along these walls. Today I was moved to another cell. It seems because of my resistance to the dementors they've decided to put in an even more heavily guarded area. The fools! They won't take me… I'll never cave in. However, I'm starting to forget things; I have trouble remembering James' face. I never thought I would, I've known this man for most of my life, my brother's face erased from my head… does it have to do with this boy of whom I continue musing about his presence in my imagination? There's a link but what?
~Sirius~
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Written by: Burning Artist
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December 1984
I sleep in the maximum prison chamber. I can only suppose the Dementors have grown restless. They want to have my happy memories… Well, luck to them because they've been starting to slip on their own… Lily's face has now become blurry. I had another dream about the boy. He still hasn't shown his face to me… but we talked in a dream… He told me that he didn't get any presents for Christmas. I told him it's ok… as long as you had a good time… but once I said that he began to weep. It was then when I said: "No, don't cry for them… these are wasted tears. You should only cry when it's worth the price of your tears. Be brave." He then looked up, his face still in shadow and stopped. Though difficult, I'm sure I saw a smile. He then vanished. When I awoke I was under the impression that he was dreaming all the while I was. That we connected unknowingly through the dream. I hear some of the newer prisoners whisper strange things next to me like: "Look, he's gone mad… he's even crazy in his dreams…" They don't know what awaits them… they don't know how far from insanity I am compared to what they'll become.
~Sirius~
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Written by: LinzyBrook
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A/N: PLEASE Review! I haven't gotten one here for a VERY long time….