Mirror
Sirius had made it down the stairs. If he didn't feel so bad he would have felt proud. But he did feel bad, so the pride never came. He had an hour and about a quarter of that was over. Think. Think. Think.
What he needed was James, Remus, and Peter. They would make this prison break loads easier. But he had no way of contacting them... or did he?
Sirius yanked the mirror out of his pocket, it wasn't shiny anymore, it was scratched and had blood specks on it, but it worked.
"James! C'mon buddy! Pick up the mirror!" He waited. Panic surged in him, was the clock's ticking growing faster or was it just him?
"Pads?"
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Sirius had made it out. He was laying in Mr. Rosmero's flower garden bleeding on the dead frozen flowers, but still he was out.
He was waiting, and freezing, and losing blood, and crying softly. He took a deep breath. Everything would be okay, James was coming. It might take James awhile to find him considering Sirius had told James to meet him at the corner, but how hard could it be for the annoying git to see him among the rotting growth?
: :
It took a long time. Sirius had to call for the boy before James even looked over. Of course James blamed this on his glasses being frozen.
James had hoisted Sirius and signaled theKnight Bus.
"To St. Mungos."
"No!"
"Yes! We are going to Mungos!"
"No!"
"Sirius." That was Sirius's cue of the waterworks.
"B-but James! I don't wanna see the doctor." If Sirius wasn't already so beat up James would've slapped him.
"Sirius we're going to Mungos."
"No."
It went like this for five minutes before Ernie, a middle-aged man, decided to take the boys to the Potter's Mansion.
"Ernie!"
"Success!"