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trinityday) wrote2008-02-21 09:42 am
trinityday) wrote2008-02-21 09:42 am
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Drabble-ish: Easier
Title: Easier
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Sirius
Word Count: 322
Written for: nothing, I think. Once upon a time, I could write stories just because they were in my head, not just because I'd been prompted.
If he could sleep at nights, it would have been easier for Sirius. But he’d never needed more than a couple hours of rest at the best of times.
And no time after Azkaban could be considered the best of times…
If he wasn’t stuck in Grimmauld Place, it would have been easier for Sirius. But he lay awake at night, listening to the silence, the thick deadness that enveloped everything.
Azkaban was never quiet.
If he didn’t feel so trapped, it would have been easier for Sirius. But he can’t leave. He can’t go outside. He can’t escape to Hogwarts. He can’t run away to James’.
He can feel the walls closing in on him, can hear the house laughing at him for ever thinking he might escape his fate as a Black.
If he could keep his memories straight, it would have been easier for Sirius. But sometimes when he woke up, his hands would automatically reach for a calendar that he’d kept on his bedside table twenty years ago, one that he marked down the days until summer was over and he could return to Hogwarts. Sometimes he woke up, his mind made that he simply couldn’t do this any long and was going to run. James would take him in, he was sure of that. Sometimes he drank to forget but only wound up stumbling across James’ body, frozen in fear and broken along with the rest of Godric’s Hollow.
If he had someone with him, it would have been easier for Sirius. But James was dead. Lily was dead. Hell, his dear mother, father and stupid brother were all dead. Harry was at Hogwarts. Remus was on another mission for the Order. Peter was a traitor. Kreacher had even disappeared again.
If only the night was over. But it wouldn’t end. Keeping the house well lit did nothing stop the darkness from swallowing Sirius.
He was lost.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Sirius
Word Count: 322
Written for: nothing, I think. Once upon a time, I could write stories just because they were in my head, not just because I'd been prompted.
If he could sleep at nights, it would have been easier for Sirius. But he’d never needed more than a couple hours of rest at the best of times.
And no time after Azkaban could be considered the best of times…
If he wasn’t stuck in Grimmauld Place, it would have been easier for Sirius. But he lay awake at night, listening to the silence, the thick deadness that enveloped everything.
Azkaban was never quiet.
If he didn’t feel so trapped, it would have been easier for Sirius. But he can’t leave. He can’t go outside. He can’t escape to Hogwarts. He can’t run away to James’.
He can feel the walls closing in on him, can hear the house laughing at him for ever thinking he might escape his fate as a Black.
If he could keep his memories straight, it would have been easier for Sirius. But sometimes when he woke up, his hands would automatically reach for a calendar that he’d kept on his bedside table twenty years ago, one that he marked down the days until summer was over and he could return to Hogwarts. Sometimes he woke up, his mind made that he simply couldn’t do this any long and was going to run. James would take him in, he was sure of that. Sometimes he drank to forget but only wound up stumbling across James’ body, frozen in fear and broken along with the rest of Godric’s Hollow.
If he had someone with him, it would have been easier for Sirius. But James was dead. Lily was dead. Hell, his dear mother, father and stupid brother were all dead. Harry was at Hogwarts. Remus was on another mission for the Order. Peter was a traitor. Kreacher had even disappeared again.
If only the night was over. But it wouldn’t end. Keeping the house well lit did nothing stop the darkness from swallowing Sirius.
He was lost.