The Dog and The Dragon

by FoundersDaughter

Do you ever wonder what would have happened if someone had known that Sirius was innocent? Do you ever wonder what would have happened if that someone had sneaked him into the school in 3rd year how different things would be? What if he fell in love with that person? Rated M for swearing and later lemons!

1. Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

APOV

I stumbled dizzy from the portkey and began walking through the sleepy English village. Godrics Hollow, I think that was what the sign said. I had no idea why my emergency portkey had chosen this place for me to run away to, away from my principal and his stupid little minions, but perhaps it was because I felt drawn here or maybe it was because this small, sleepy village was the birth place of one of my ancestors. I don't know. I walked up and pushed open the small rickety gate to the churchyard.

My feet instinctively carrying me towards the back of the cemetery, towards the older graves, I began looking around for my ancestor's crypt. I found it at the far side of the cemetery, an overgrown, long forgotten crypt. It saddened me that this was one of the most important wizards in history and his final resting place had just been forgotten. I waved my hand, clearing away the Ivy and as I knelt to pay my respects, I replaced it with an ever-blooming plant. I breathed in the scent of the flower, one of his own blooms, a Hogwarts Lily, if I remembered correctly. I closed my eyes and looked into the future to see what England held for me.

Two visions flashed to the front of my mind. The first, weak one was of the Headmaster here shaking his head frowning and saying "No" to accepting me. The second far stronger and clear vision was of the Headmaster smiling, eyes twinkling and welcoming me into his school. I saw myself having a productive and very eventful year.

As I stood and turned away from the crypt, I caught sight of a huge, black, shaggy dog sat in front of a large headstone, not that far away from where I was. I walked slowly towards the grave, watching the dog, but not overly concerned about it. I reached the dog and stood slightly behind it, close enough to read the headstone but far enough away from the dog. The white marble headstone read:

James Potter. Born 27 March 1960, Died 31 October 1981

Lily Potter. Born 30 January 1960, Died 31 October 1981

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death

Of course Godrics Hollow was the home of the Potters. I shook my head at the obvious lack of remembrance and visitors. I waved my hand again, letting my magic flow and the dog and I watched as a wreath of white ever-blooming roses leaned against the headstone. The dog turned quickly, looking up at me, hackles raised, growling. I met its gaze and felt myself falling into the visions. Not a dog, an animagus. My sight doesn't work on animals.

I saw an old black house, a small dark haired boy and a typical pureblood childhood. The visions then skipped to 4 boys around my age pulling various pranks around a school, calling themselves the Marauders. It then became 3 of the boys working around a cauldron, then shifting into animal form to look after the fourth boy, a werewolf, on the full moon. The visions/memories slipped again to the dark haired man, now in his early twenties, fighting with Death Eaters in the first war. I saw a wedding day, the Potters I think, then the couple holding a dark haired, green eyed baby.

I then came to a memory clouded in grief. In it was a destroyed house, James Potter's body lying at the door, with Lily Potter's body lying in the rubble. I watched as the man pulled the baby, safe and unharmed from the rubble, before being forced to hand him over to a giant of a man. The next memory was tinged red with anger; the man was confronting a short blonde man in a crowded street. The blonde in return yelling loudly to all who were listening about a betrayal of the Potters by the dark haired man. Suddenly the street behind the blonde was blown apart. The dark haired man was shocked and had never raised his wand.

The final memories were of the man being dragged away from the scene and straight to a prison, with no trial. He was left to rot in the cold, dementor guarded place for the last twelve years, before being given hope and doing the impossible. Escaping.

I gasped, swaying on my feet before collapsing to my knees on the ground in front of the dog, its grey eyes wide in shock. Blackness began to creep around the edges of my vision. Before letting myself give into the welcoming void, I managed to whisper 6 words to the dog/wizard.

"You're an innocent man, Sirius Black."