Chapter 2: Escape

A bright red light flashes throughout the gigantic room. The boy with the lightning scar turns to see the producer of what he knew to be a stunning spell. "NO!" yelled the boy. "Sirius!" The boy ran screaming towards the man with the long dark hair, the man for whom he cared for most in the world. Sirius was falling through the dancing vale, though what this meant they did not know. Not until the boy was ripped away from the archway by the old wizard with the half moon spectacles. "He is gone," the old wizard said to the boy. "No. He can't be. He's just fallen behind the curtain. I'm sure I can still reach him. Please, let me try." The boy pleaded, but the elderly man would not budge in his decision. "No Harry, Sirius Black is dead."

Lilian awoke drenched in sweat her breathe coming out in shallow spurts. Sirius! She has had this dream a few times before, but for some reason this one felt so real. It felt as if she were there. Maybe it wasn't just a dream this time, but that would mean the Sirius is…

She refused to let this thought sink in. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be.

Lilian knew what this meant. It was time for her to join Sirius. Nearly three years have passed since he left her there, alone, in that awful place. It was slowly eating away at what humanity was left in the poor girl.

Since Sirius' departure all Lilian has done is practice transforming into an animagus. And now it was time.

For the passed few weeks the amount of Dementor guards has decreased sufficiently. She new she had to go now while they weren't patrolling. After all it was the middle of the night and the Dementors had better things to do than watch the sleeping lunatics that reside there.

Lilian began her transformation. Slowly her eyes became rounder, but stayed the same beautiful deep blue color they were. She soon began to shrink to just below a foot. She was a gorgeous Burrowing owl. She had grown a short bulbous beak that stuck out of her ball shaped head. The legs of the owl were long, slender and covered with sparse feathers. The plumage is pale to chocolate-brown, streaked and spotted with white on the back, the wings and tail barred with white. The breast and under parts are white.

The owl that was formally Lilian was now slipping through the bars of the jail cell. She began to stalk across the floor towards the open whole in the wall they called a window. Finally her wings were spread and she was on her way, soaring through the night sky. At that moment all she was capable of doing was crying, because for the first time in her life she felt wind on her face. and was swimming among the stars. For the first time ever, she was experiencing something most people took for granted, freedom.

She knew exactly where her new found freedom was taking her too. She was off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.