Warnings: None really . . .
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Harry Potter. If I did I'd be rich and not writing fan fiction.
AN: Gahh . . . Something that just over came me. This is if Sirius wasn't caught and framed for the murders of Lily, James, and Peter. Harry was still given to his Aunt and this is after Sirius 'kidnaps' Harry from the home and they are trying to get some where safely . . . and no they aren't in a forest or what not. Anywho enjoy please.
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Sirius's breath is heavy as he runs far from the dreams, the nightmares, the reality of it all. He is tired of the mockery.
The small hand in his own tries to keep up but fails when roots of thick oak trees put a sudden halt to it's path.
Sirius stops with throat burning breaths and rushes back to his happier memories. "Come on, Baby." He ties to say but all that comes out is a huffing breath of worry.
The smell of blood coats the back of Sirius's throat and is quickly followed by the sent of wetness and salt. His happiness is crying again, he hates when it cries. It should always be happy. His everything shouldn't ever have to know anymore sadness.
"Pah, hu-hurt!" childish cries whimper deep into the dark. Sirius says nothing more then a little soft 'shh' when he returns to his trail of running.
He only dreams of out running it all.
The happiness stops crying and only whimpers when Sirius almost loses his footing on uneven soil. It is a small blessing in the hell that is swiftly covering the night.
The feeling of freedom is almost there as the heavy magic of wards pulls away behind them. But does he dare with so much at risk?
The bellows of monsters behind him moves Sirius into motion and he leaves with a hard 'CRACK'.