Chapter 1 : Dreams of Paradise
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When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
and dreamed of
Every time she closed her eyes
Sirius Black. Eldest son of Orion and Walburga Black. The heir of the Black legacy. He expected the world to be just that. For life to be as easy and comfortable as it would be when he inherited the Black house and money. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was his childhood sanctuary. The young Sirius had never been exposed to pureblood supremacy but still often came across as an ignorant and sanctimonious child, very worthy indeed of being the heir of the House of Black.
But, upon his arrival at Hogwarts, he discovered that there was more to the wizarding world's beliefs than what he had always thought. For the first time in his life, Sirius was exposed the blood status supremacy. He immediately stood out from the Black crowd, he saw everything to do with blood status as unimportant. It seemed the young wizard was less arrogant than originally thought.
When he first wrote home about the subject, he expected his parents, whom he aspired to be like, to share his views. He was stunned to find that they too followed the ideas that purebloods were superior. Sirius took a great blow to his self esteem. He was embarrassed that he came from a prejudiced family and angry with himself for not noticing before then. He went into a state of depression. One night, he was taken by a panic attack and the boys of his dorm remember him shaking and muttering, his body in shock.
After what truly was the rock bottom of his Hogwarts career, things started to look up for the young man. James Potter was willing to help Sirius out of his depression, and so he did, along with Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. They taught him that you don't hit rock bottom until you've lost hope.
Together, the quartet begin thinking of the world they could make, things they could change. They all wanted to make a difference. They dreamt of a world where all that matters about who you are is your ability to love life.
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
However bad things got, they never scratched young Sirius. No one could touch him, because he knew that he could make things better. He believed that this was the worse it could get, and, from now on, it could only look up.
But as his life progressed, his childlike naivety was broken by reality. He began to look at the world as an evil place, but never lost the hope that he could change it. His brother helped break Sirius' childishness. Sirius looked at his brother with pure adoration. In his eyes, if everyone else was in the wrong, he could count on Regulus to be in the right. But, as so many other things in Sirius' life, this positive collapsed upon his brother's arrival at Hogwarts. He was just like the other Blacks. Just like Bellatrix, Narcissa, his mum and his dad. The only relief was that Andromeda was like him, and dreamed of a better world.
Even though he was now more of a man than ever, Sirius held on tight to his beliefs and dreams. When it was all too much, he returned to his sanctuary and dreamed of Paradise.
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She'd say, "oh, ohohohoh I know the sun must set to rise"
The years were anything but kind to Sirius. He lost James, Lily and Peter to Voldemort, and might as well have lost Remus too, Remus hated Sirius, he was sure that it was his fault that the Potters were dead. He was taken to Azkaban, as he was framed for Peter's murder by the man himself. But even as the Dementors sucked away his happiness, his memories o f James, Lily, Remus and even Peter, he clung to his dreams. He knew that this wouldn't last forever and he knew Harry was alive. And to see what his godson achieved and how the world changed he must first endure the darkest years of his life.
This could be
Even though he didn't do it directly, Sirius certainly influenced the change of the Wizarding World. In the years after his escape, he guided the Chosen One and helped in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, where he died. But the mere memories of him continued to influence his godson, who went on to change the world to a place that his godfather and father would have loved. Sirius' life's ambition was achieved and he reached his Paradise.
A/N Please tell me what you think! This is my first song fic so if I was way off of what a song fic is don't hesitate to tell me! I can't improve without your reviews! Credit for the lyrics go to the awesome Coldplay!
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