A:N: It's a Sunday afternoon, the perfect time to write! So I was checking my email, and saw that people who have never left a review on my story are putting my story on alert! That is very exciting, but I would really appreciate it if you would leave a review!

So I'm not sure what the length of this chapter will be... I remember once asking my friend when I should stop writing. Her reply was "When the story is over." I don't think I'll ever forget that.

I guess that means I will stop writing this chapter when it's over. Thank you.

The long dark stairwell was somber and lonely. Harry was almost unable to see his hand if he held it up in front of him in the pure darkness. It wasn't the conventional darkness you experience everyday. It was an impenetrable dark.

Harry abruptly felt that Sirius was gone, and he was alone. His sneakers sunk at least two inches into the thick carpeted staircase, as he walked.

It seemed quite unintelligent to cover the tunnel of an emergency exit with flammable carpet. It would just bring a fire to a larger size, or simply make matters worse.

The cimmerian shade suddenly began to subside, and Harry guessed that they were close to an opening.

The silence was utterly perturbing. Harry felt claustrophobic, and was short of breathe. Beads of perspiration dribbled by his brow.

"Harry," said a raspy voice, Harry immediately desisted.

"What?"

"Harry, I need you to go to the end of the corridor, peek through the door, and see what's outside." Sirius delivered,

"Why?" Harry asked, confused.

"Because, we need to make sure it's safe for us to go out there. They're watching me."

"Oh.." Said Harry in a soft small voice. Harry stepped forward, away from Sirius. The Darkness was still creeping around, but not as strong as it previously had. Harry let his footsteps fall silently, and he proceeded closer to the door. The the steps came to a flat surface, and light was pouring in around the cracks of the door before him.

Harry wrapped his cold hands around the steel handle. He very slowly propelled the door forward.

A blast of freezing air came swimming into the warm concealed tunnel. Harry protruded his head outside the door, and observed his surroundings.

He saw that the tunnel had shepherded he and Sirius to the parking lot. Where people, and cars dwell. Harry sighed. Sirius wouldn't be able to go out in the pure boundless public!

Harry now silently confined the door shut, and stepped backward. He pivoted, and began up the stairs again.

Sirius had not left the spot where Harry had left him.

"What did you see?" Sirius asked, with anticipation.

"It leads to the parking lot. I didn't see anyone out there, but it's not going to stay that way." Harry said sorrowfully,

"Well, I can't go out looking like this."

"Why?"

"Don't you think folks will get a little apprehensive if they see a guy dressed as a prisoner?"

"I guess." Harry said, indecisive of himself. "Well, we just have to find new clothes for you." Harry added,

"How are we supposed to get new clothes?" Sirius asked, Harry suddenly grew a smile of malfeasance on his face.

"They have the civil war clothes up in the exhibit." he said deviously,

"I like your thinking, James." Sirius said, with gratification. Harry, though, was puzzled,

"James?" Harry catechized,

"Oh," Sirius smiled warmly, "It's just you remind me so much of your father. Sometimes I miss him so much." Sirius, with a full heart, placed an affectionate hand upon Harry's shoulder.

Harry was touched, but he felt it was more appropriate to leave it at that without words.

The two of them took off back up the stairs quite quickly. Their journey through the darkness didn't seem as intimidating as it had before.

When they made their way through the exhibit they were relieved to see no one was there. Immediately Sirius took notice of the blue, and red jackets ahead. They must have been extremely valuable, and full of verisimilitude.

"How are you gonna get 'em out?" Harry asked,

"Very carefully." answered Sirius, as he stepped up to the glass cases. He pulled his wand from his pocket, and held it in front of the case. He muttered something Harry could not make out, just when the glass blew out, shattering into a dust like component. Harry and Sirius urgently covered their faces with the protection of their arms. As the dust feathered to the floor. "I think we're good."

Harry removed his arms from his face to see the piles of debris.

"Wow." He said in awe,

"Yeah, wow." Sirius chuckled, and headed for the blue jacket. "I'll just wear the pants, and the shoes." Sirius announced, as he began to undress the manikin.

Sirius pulled the beige pants on over his prison jumpsuit. He tucked the top part of his jumpsuit in the pants, and slipped the boots on. "Man, I really have to get rid of this shackle on my ankle..." He winced

"Yeah..."

"Oh, and my hair..." Sirius looked around, when he detected a loose carpet fiber on the edge of the wall. He strode towards this, and pulled the fiber out. Now he tied his scraggly hair back into a low ponytail with the carpet fiber. "Perfect." Said Sirius,

"Yes!" Harry acceded,

"Okay, we better leave now, their gaining on me..."

"Okay, hurry!"

A:N: Okay! There it is! Hope you enjoyed, please review!