2. Back To Reality
Sirius woke up. What was that rough wet feeling? His head was spinning, he could barely move. Was it a dream? No; it was too real. He was so exhausted, too exhausted. He felt like he could never move again. Suddenly everything came rushing back. The stomach turning fear, the searing anguish, the pain of the ice cold sea, the relief of washing up on…the beach! That’s where he was. Now he knew vaguely where he was, Sirius needed to get moving. But he couldn’t. His body would not move. As he slowly became more conscious, the numbness began to lessen and he was suddenly in intense pain as the effects of the freezing sea washed up and down his body. It felt like all the blood in his veins had frozen.
“Concentrate!” He thought. “I need to get out of here, I need to reach Harry, tell him the truth, what really happened, why James and Lilly really died.” Sirius’ eyelids began to flicker and with much struggle he managed to keep them open. He may as well not have opened them. It was pitch black, literally nothing was visible. Slowly but surely, Sirius began to move the rest of his bedraggled body and finally, after a long struggle, he managed to stand on all fours. Then it suddenly hit him. He had done it, he was free! Free from that hellish prison which had been his home for the last 12 years. “Yes!” he shouted as loud as he could, but only a bark came out. But then his heart sank as he suddenly thought; now what? He had no idea where he was or how to find out. But he had to keep his head; there was no point in panicking. All he could do was get moving, staying on this beach wouldn’t help anything. So, Sirius slowly strolled into the wood in front of him and just kept moving. He moved through the bushes and thickets, bumping into many trees as it was so dark. The forest was damp and the atmosphere was chilling. It had obviously rained reasonably recently. Sirius kept looking behind himself to make sure he wasn’t being followed. He constantly had the feeling that he was being watched. But nevertheless he continued ploughing on until suddenly he began to hear a rushing, whooshing sound which he hadn’t heard for many years. It was the sound of running water. By this point, having not had anything to drink or eat in over a day, he was extremely hungry and thirsty. He bounded forward into a slight clearing and, there, running through the middle was a small stream. Sirius lapped up the water in great gulps until he had to stop to breathe. For the first time in a long time he actually felt happy. He lay down with at least having had something to drink and fell asleep.