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Fic: Sirius (This is not God)

Girl I owe this fic since it was global, I HAVE NO FORGIVENESS OF GOD. What I have done a long time but finally I send a betear and here. It is rather long but I really hope you like it: D.

Author: Loyle
Fandom: Harry Potter Character
/ partner (s): Sirius. Slightest mention Sirius / Remus
Rating: K
Summary: She was the one who helps him forget his demons, the one who saves him from those four walls.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling, and ancillary companies. Only the idea is mine.
Warnings: Slight Angst.
Beta: siniestramalfoy
Words:
1.101 Notes: For sara_f_black , I know I owe more than one AN or ... but better late than never, right?. Hope you like.

1.

The view through the small window I have in this cell in crap, the only thing that keeps me sane and reminds me that out there is something to endure and fight. Seeing her there like every night I do remember the days of madness and mischief, those days where nothing mattered more than what we were going to take that night and skirts that were going to go ... I remember very well those days.

Every day is a different, more mediocre and disgusting, but whatever happens, I know she will be there like every night, stopping to fall into madness.

2.

Today is a bad day, but on reflection I've never had a day Well, here ... let's leave that today is a day worse than the others and all thanks to her. Not out tonight like every night, all thanks to the rain has covered without making it shine and has covered my moment of sanity and memory.

have nightmares tonight.

3.

As I predicted, I had nightmares, they always repeated over and over again in front of me. No need to be asleep to see. Are my nightmares and demons that haunt me all day in this hole, are the cries of Lily and James before his death, and the cries of little Harry to see them fall. Are my personal nightmares of those who do not need to sleep to live by. I hope that today

out to forget for a moment, at which time I forget that I'm surrounded by four walls and not get out, when I can remember the smell of the spring wind on my face walking on my bike
Moment where in my head I'm free.

4. Wear

days lying on the damp floor of my cell fríoy. Lately nightmares have been worse than ever, all thanks to the Dementors. Have been more hungry than ever. Sometimes I

wonder how a memory can never lived or witnessed me much harm, to the point of making me lose what little sanity I have left and right.

turn around to look small window, and there is shining ... I can hear a howl in the distance.

Sorry I can not be there mate, really sorry.

5.

Remember the days when molestábamos to Snivellus, James? Remember? Or those days where we ate pills front of the fireplace with Remus and Peter no matter the work of McGonagall and Slughorn Do you remember? You remember the sleepless nights we spend making our reservation Mead illegal ...? Do you remember James? Each day that passes I feel that all these memories are only illusions, James. Today I went

, James, not tonight except me. Tonight I will visit with Lily and Harry, but not the way I want.

6.

Today I have changed cell in a tower on the highest room. It is more humid than the previous I can feel my clothes soaked in contact with the walls, but there is a great advantage: I can see more clearly. Nightmares are more scarce.
I lie on the floor, waiting for the night and my faithful companion. A gust of wind comes through the small window, quickly invaded the room, shaking my hair, longer than normal, and my clothes. I close my eyes on contact, let me catch and invade my senses, I let my body freedom, even a few moments. As is, it falls.

I can see how the darkness is invading the sky I see the last rays of sun bathe my cell. Soon will come, I'm sure tonight will be at my side.

appears through the window, I told you, I think Remus, I'm sorry to observe, leaving to drive away my ghosts. I close my eyes for the first time I have no fear of it, and I can see them next to me, I can feel and hear them laugh.

Slowly I fall into my mind and for the first time I have no fear to dream.

7.

The adrenaline rushes through my veins, James, is a feeling that I had forgotten. It feels so good. It's like remember everything at once, every trick, lie or tumble. It's like living again, be free.

Corro as ever, my legs I call the effort, but it does not matter because every time I'm getting closer. I can see it. I do not understand when I escaped, too many things, just know I'm here, I'm free.

back to my original body-who would think that being Animagus would help me, James. Our little prank became my freedom-seeking passage, trying to get my mind can remember. I find and enter, my skin crawls when he felt the familiar aroma-as usual-not I can help but admire my home, after so long.

I walk the aisles, so many memories that come to mind, so many untold stories. I can not resist climbing the stairs in front of me is a portrait of the Fat Lady, a smile on my face (feels weird), to hear her cry I go running, without any direction .

A smell stopped me, my life could never forget that smell. I head for the door in front of me. I know it's dangerous, but that smell is calling me. Cautiously entered the room, the smell every time is stronger. Just walk a bit to see the picture of her back, standing at the desk of sorts, with a drooping-what I can deduce, I know better than anyone, as I never see him again.
I stood in my place, letting her image and her scent intoxicated me. I can see you take your things, is about to turn. It does. His eyes connected with mine immediately, portfolio with paper falls to the floor.

-Sirius ... "she whispers.

I can see the confusion mixed with the impression in his eyes. I step forward and is all that is needed, close the distance and caught me in his arms. Do not hesitate to get entangled in it, steal its aroma, heat ... everything about him. Hides her face in my neck and I feel wet.

-Remus, "I say to the ear. After years, I speak. My voice sounds strange, as if rusty.

-I miss Sirius. You have no idea what I needed.

Every word through me, I stick mass Mi. After years, I finally feel free.