LOOK TO THE STARS- The Last Days of Sirius Black

Chapter three: the Great Escape

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Walburga Black, shrieking. She was shrieking and shrieking "a Gryffindor? You're useless!"

Orion Black, voice calm and steady, "you're no son of mine!"

"Regulus! Regulus, help!" the Slytherins were kicking him, "stop! STOP! Help your brother!"

"I have no brother!"

Belatrix was laughing, taunting, cackling. That sweet little girl had gone mad.

"I'm leaving, Siri, I don't know when I'll see you again." Andromeda climbing out the window, "run away too, it's your only hope."

Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Runaway. Run'way. Wait, what? RUN!

"Peter Pettigrew is dead!"

"I have no brother!"

Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run!

"Sirius Black, you are under arrest for the murders of…"

"PETER PETTIGREW IS DEAD!"

"Peter betrayed us. He betrayed us all."

Remus was walking out of the courtroom, ignoring him. He never said a word.

Where was Harry? Where is Harry? Someone find Harry!

I need my wand.

Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run!

RUN!

RUN!

HARRY! SAVE HARRY!

"Sirius," a soft voice sang gently in the night. Lily's voice, "Siiiiiiriussssss, where's Harry?"

"Padfoot," James soothed, "Pads, find my boy."

Harry.

Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run!

Harry.

Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run away. Run!

RUN

HARRY

RUN!

Sirius sat up with a painful gasp, breathing in too cold and musty, mold laden air and gripped and pulled at his hair, screaming,

"RUN! HARRY! RUN!" But no one was there. No one ever was there. Sirius lunged at the bars, climbing them like a monkey with bare feet and hands wrapped around them. He lurched and heaved and shook the door but it never budged. It never moved. He howled into the night, into the prison and at the Dementors. No one ever howled back. There was never the answering call. He waited but no stag came, no doe, no rat, no wolf. Nothing. There was nothing now. Where was Regulus? Where was Bela? Where was Drommy? Where was Cissa? No one ever came, they never did. He snarled, spitting and reaching for a guard that was always just out of reach, mocking him like they did. No one ever came close enough. He'd kill them if they did.

"IF I'M GOING TO BE IN HERE, I NEED A REASON!" he snarled, pressing his face so tightly to the bars he thought they'd snap.

"Go to bed, Black." The guard replied.

"I'M NOT A BLACK!" Sirius roared.

"Siriusssss." Sirius' head whipped around,

"Lils?"

"Siiiiriusssss." Lily Potter sang.

"Lils? Are you coming?" He wandered to the tiny window and looked out, straining to see in either direction. Then, he glanced down at his clothes. They were disgusting. "Lils? Don't come in here, Lils, I'm dirty."

"Pads." James whispered. Sirius spun around, blue eyes searching the tiny cell. "Pads."

"Prongs?" Sirius whispered, checking for the guards, "Prongs, get out while you can. They'll keep you here…" he checked every shadow, there was no Prongs. Lily would definitely know where he went. Lily knew all about James. He hurried to the window, pressing his face against it.

"Lils! Oi, Lily? Where did Prongs go?" she didn't answer. While he waited, slumped on the stone with his arms hanging out of the bars he noticed someone had been picking at the stone with a loose bar. Who had done that; James or Lily? At the back of his cold, cold mind, something wriggled as he looked at the loose stone. Then, he looked to the stars. "Jamie? Lils?"

"look to the stars." Sirius didn't look back, there was no one there. No one ever came. Who said that? Who was supposed to look at the stars? Where were James and Lily? Where was Remus? Where was Peter….PETER! PETER THE DEATH EATER!

HARRY! RUN! HARRY!

"HARRY!" Sirius howled, looking around. Harry. He had loosened the bars. He had told Harry to look to the stars. He looked to the icy ocean below, measured the steps; one foot in front of the other. How many paces? Twenty. Was twenty enough? It had to be. Peter the Death Eater would die. Sirius picked at the loose bar, pulling it free and finished the job, digging the others out. Now there was space. There was space and freedom, the ocean below and the air.

Sirius looked to either side, backing up twenty paces from window to door. James laughed on one side and Lily laughed on the other. Sirius laughed with them and nodded,

"I get it now." He told James, tilting his head fondly, "it is funny." And he transformed, taking off on all fours, paws drumming the beat of freedom on the stone floor. It was a beautiful song. Ten paces, seven, four, JUMP! Sirius sailed through the window, sailed out of his prison, sailed out of hell. As he fell, twisting in the air, he barred teeth in the parody of a smile. Above him, the stars glittered. Below him, the ocean churned.

I'm coming for you, Harry, I'll always come. Look up at the stars.

The constellations Leo and Sirius twinkled back at him as he hit the ocean.

He was on his way.

AN: For those of you with similar tastes; I thought you might like to know that I think 'Peter the Death Eater' brings up an awful lot of worse imagery, doesn't it? Bahahahaha