Make a Wish – Sirius Black
30th July 1983
He was lonely and innocent, the only thoughts that ran threw his head. Lonely. Innocent. He was bored too. After years of doing as he pleased with … No, he couldn't think of them because then he would be sad too and Sirius Black tried his hardest never to be sad.
Every day he would pace his cell and every day he would try to guess the date. But today was different. Today he knew the day. 30th July 1983. His Godson was three today.
It didn't take him very long to realise he was stupid too. He had thought revenge was more important than the wellbeing of a small, orphaned boy. Pure stupidity. He had gone after that rat in a fit of rage and landed himself in Azkaban. Stupid.
He would give anything to stroll up on Harry's birthday and whisk him away, living happily ever after. Give anything to hear the high pitched shout of "Un'le pa'foot!" So, once again, Sirius took up his position by the window, assessed his choices of escape and, yet again, came up with nothing.
He growled in frustration and flopped on to his concrete slab of a bed, pressing the heels of his rough hands into his eyes. He pulled his hands away and saw a tiny black hair. An eyelash. A long forgotten memory floated to the forefront of his mind. Lily finding an eyelash upon her hand and wishing. He had thought her mad at the time but now he would do anything, he really would.
So Sirius closed his eyes and wished before letting the tiny eyelash flutter to the ground.
'Free me'
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