A.N. A look into Sirius's life after he ran away, because it couldn't be as simple as just packing up his bags and leaving, now could it?
Sirius's screams pierced the tranquil night noises of the Gryffindor sixth-years' dormitory. There was a loud bump as Peter fell out of bed, shouts of "Sirius, wake up, you're dreaming!" from James, and the hurried movements of Remus running to his love. Sirius woke up abruptly, crying "Let me go, you horrible hag!"
"Sirius, it's okay, it was just a bad dream," Remus's voice cut in, soothing Sirius a little.
Sirius looked about, bewildered. "But it was so real, Remus. I could see her, she'd chained me, and I couldn't get away." Sirius drew a shaky breath.
"But you did get away, remember Sirius? You ran away to James's place. Your mother can't get you."
"Oh," Sirius felt sheepish, "yeah, I forgot. Thanks James."
"S'alright mate," came James muffled response.
Sirius smiled and gripped Remus's hand fiercely. "I just keep worrying that's she's gonna try something. It's stupid I guess, I mean she's probably blasted me off the tree by now, but, I'm scared," Sirius whispered, so that only Remus could hear it.
"Don't worry, Sirius, we won't let here do anything," Remus promised. Sirius nodded mutely, but with a more sincere smile then before. "You okay now?"
"Err- Could you sleep with me tonight." Instant groans met this request.
"And topping the list of things I don't want to hear…" James groaned.
"Just, for Merlin's sake, use a silencing charm this time," Peter begged.
"Not like that, you perves," Sirius threw a pillow in the vague direction of James's bed, "just, you know, for comfort."
"So that's what you kids are calling it these days."
"James we're both older than you-" Sirius began.
"Yes, but not in maturity, and that's where it really counts."
"Of course, James, you're so much more mature than Remus." Sirius said, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Remus rolled his eyes, and silently spelled James's and Peter's beds so as to give those sleeping in them a very uncomfortable night. "Course I will." Remus assured Sirius, referring back to Sirius's earlier request.
It hadn't been the first time Sirius had woken like that, and it wouldn't be the last. The process of breaking free would be a long and hard struggle, but in the end, it was all worth it. In the end Sirius would break free. Or would he? Could anyone truly stop being a Black? Or would the Black name forever haunt Sirius, bringing with it, a cause for suspicion. After all, wasn't it just like a Black to betray everyone and join Voldemort? Well wasn't it?
Who's to say that anyone can truly escape?