Hi! This is the next chapter of A Golden Bubble, (well duh!) and is here for 3 reasons. 1) because I feel like it. 2) because I feel like it and 3) Because I feel like it! And if you want me to feel like it again REVIEW! Sorry for any mistakes that I make but, hey they make it unique (just like my spelling, BLECH!) (thank God for spell checkers) I do try to catch them but, I guess I'm just to lazy. Sorry. Oh and in case you hadn't heard, REVIEW! It really makes my day and I'll do the same for you. Again so you don't miss it… ahem…
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Freedom
A man in a prison with more walls than windows, what is there in this world for him? Peace and prosperity flew out of his window. And now there is only the anger, the pain, the hate, the fear, the despair, and the envy of those who still have lives. For he has no life left.
Every moment stands clear in his sight, and joins the endless stream, until there is only one everlasting moment of torture, that goes on and on, and never stops. His life flashes before his eyes until it becomes someone else's, and he feels sorry for them, because they had such an awful life, and he watches it like a soap opera until he knows every minute off it and it becomes his life.
Sometimes, when he hovers over the edge of sanity, a step over the brink, about to plummet to the land of no returns, he will hear a voice calling him, some times it is James yelling, 'Padfoot, you git, Zonkos is the other way!' Other times it is Lily, yelling at him, 'Sirius Orion Black! Deflate your ego and get away from there or so help me I will tell the Syltherins the Gryffindor password!' Some times Remus would visit and explain exactly who, when and why someone had done that before, how and why he or she failed, and why it would be a bad idea to try it now. Some times Peter would come and stutter about how that might not be such a good idea, and Sirius would chase him down and kill him.
Some times he wished that his animagus were a cat, for what better to hunt down a rat? Always he wished to be free. Freedom. The word tastes good. The way it rings in the air. Freedom! It rolls around the tongue like hot cocoa.
Now he is free. Free! To do and go as he may please, and… the hunt for the rat begins.