It was Halloween. The perfect time for no mischief in James's book. Who would do something so boring and unoriginal as doing a prank on Halloween? It made no sense to him, so he decided to go to the library. There wasn't anything else to do, and he was bored. The library was his favorite place in the school so far, besides the hidden tower he had found.

He sat down at a random table and sunk into a one time depression thing. Who was he? He didn't even know who or where his parents were. He had no home, no friends, as far as he knew no family either.

All he had was himself and his books, and that by far was not enough. He was broke. He didn't have a car. He didn't have anywhere to go after school. He didn't have anywhere to go when summer arrived.

He was, quite frankly, screwed.

He sighed. What will come will come. He had learned to live in the moment. With that, he pulled out Catch 22 and ignored the world.

Several hours later a tug at his sleeve brought him up from this world and into a horrible reality. It was Ginny. She sat across from him, frowning slightly.

"Whats a matter?" She asked. He shrugged. What was the matter? Everything, of course. That was the simple matter. Everything was the matter. That's whats wrong. Everything.

"I dunno. I'm, just completely and thoroughly fucked." He said, lighting up.

"I'm sure your not completely 'fucked'." She argued, dignified.

"I am. Theres nothing you can do, so lets ditch this place." He suggested, putting his book away in his bag and dragging her from the library.

"Where are we going? The feast is almost over, that's what I was getting you for." She protested as he dragged her along in the hallway.

"We are going up." He said simply, dragging her up several flights of stairs.

"Gee, that's helpful." She snorted and it earned her a smirk.

They came to a rickedy lader. He went up and motioned for her to follow.

"What is this place?" She demanded, completely baffled.

"I found it a few nights ago. Shush." He hushed her. They walked down a long corridor in silence.

"Here we are." He whispered as they came to a stop at an odd curtain that was billowing slightly in an unknown breeze. He pulled it open to reveal a balcony.

They were on an unknown tower that you couldn't see from outdoors. It was by far the highest up. There was a great view of the quidditch pitch and the forest, along with a vast sea of stars above them. They sat for a long time in silence, both reflecting on things. Ginny wondered why this boy was so jaded. He was such a kind soul at times, despite popular belief.

"See? You need to learn to trust me, Ginerva." He laughed, sitting near the ledge. From the small pile of ashes a few feet away, ginny could tell he had spent many a-nights here.

"Wow. This is pretty nice." She said, sitting down.

"Yeah. I hope its worth missing the feast?" He asked slickly.

"Definitly." She said, awed, looking at the stars.

"Something to eat?" He asked, staring down at the quidditch pitch.

"Sure. How bought a butterbeer?" She asked. He nodded.

"Flint." He said, and the house elf appeared.

"Yes, masta james?" The elf squeked.

"One butter beer please, and a" He whispered the ending to him. He looked surprised but complied. In a moment he had two in his hand and an odd, long stick thing.

"Thanks. That will be all. Why don't you stick around, Flint? I think you'll enjoy this." James said, taking the stick in his hands. Ginny got really nervous.

"It would be an honor Master James." The elf squeked out and made himself comfortable.

"ok, here goes nothing." James said and lit one end of the stick and threw it off the balcony. A gigantic smoke dragon emerged from it, dancing in the moonlight, and wandering around in the sea of stars.

"Wow." Breathed Ginny.

"Yup." James said, and abruptly went to sleep. Ginny stared. What the hell was that about? James slept on and Ginny had to get flint to magic her back to the common room.

James spent the night up on that balcony. His sleep was filled with flashing green lights and a womans screames.

"Not Harry!"

"Avada-"

"You're that trouble maker from Durmstrang!"

"Ava-"

"Being sorted is a privilege!"

"Avada Ked-"

"Why don't you stay here, little boy?"

"Avada Kedav"

"She's dead!"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

James woke with a start. What the hell kind of dream was that? He asked himself, shaken. He recognized most as recent memories, but not the Aveda Kedavra thing. Or the green light.

He sat there pondering it for some time. He watched the sun come up over the horizon. The colors amazed him. It was a perfect blend of orange, purple, pink, and blue. He sat there memorized by it.

He got up and went down the stairs. He reached the common room sometime later. He sat down with a sigh on the bed, looking at the sleeping form of the other students. They had a home, a family, and a place to go to when they needed it.

He had nothing. Absolutley nothing. He got out a daily prophet from a few years ago that he had taken out but had not read. From what he had gathered of the other daily prophets, though having to dig threw a lot of opinionated pieces and propaganda, he had found that the man accused of the murder of thirteen people was shipped off without a trial. It was unfair, and given the evidence he might have even been innocent.

He hastily pulled off the blue bag and looked at the paper. The headline read in large, five inch black letters;

SIRIUS BLACK'S ESCAPE FROM AZKABAN!