A/N: Yes I know! I'm not dead! Its amazing. I'm just very lazy. So here's chapter 2 (and it's not even good -.-), god knows when chapter 3 will be up, but I promise you it will show the letter Sirius is raving on about. So happy reading, drop a review if you like :)
Chapter 2 – Freedom (Sirius' POV)
He was out.
He was free.
The great black dog shook itself to dry its wet coat, sniffing the air for any specific causes for alarm. There wasn't. He was alone. It trotted behind some thick bushes before changing back. A tall man emerged, ragged, skeletal, but alive.
Sirius Black stood tall, looked around once more and then bolted towards the town, ready to get back to Britain.
X-x-x-x-x-x-x-X
It was easy to get his bearings, once he had calmed down. He had stopped on the outskirts on the town. He needed to re-learn what his plan was. He stopped to catch his breath, sitting down on a nearby boulder. Azkaban had weakened him greatly.
He stuffed his hand into his convict robes, seeking out the newspaper clipping, but found himself quite surprised when he pulled out a piece of parchment that he had honestly forgotten about. The Dementors hadn't made him forget this letter, he recalled vaguely. It was too painful to remember it. Hell, even holding it in his hand brought back the memories of anguish.
It was the only letter he had ever received in his 12 years of imprisonment, one he never dared hope to receive, and one that he wished he had never read. He had thought that the letter had been lost, stolen or destroyed, but it seemed not.
It hurt to even think of him. It hurt to think about James and Lily too, but to lose the one you love more than anything is worse than Azkaban. His only consolation is that he once felt the same. That he felt the same love and heartbreak. Once. But now? The convict had no idea.
He took a deep breath and unfolded the letter. Not even by the end of the first sentence he had tears running down in gaunt, messy face.