Disclaimer/Notes: I don't own the Harry Potter characters. Sirius's POV during Harry's third year.
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I was feeling quite nostalgic as I prowled through the empy corriders of Hogwarts. It really was too bad that I couldn't linger for very long. My mind wandered as I passed the spot where James and I had once set off five dungbombs at once. The good ole days. Far gone into the past now...
Here was my problem. I stopped short infront of the Fat Lady. I wondered if she'd heard the gossip about me. Of course she had; even the ghosts and paintings knew, no, *thought* they knew, how the Potters had been betrayed. I would have to lie to her.
"Oh, oh thank goodness," I huffed as I ran to the painting, waking the old woman up.
"What? What are you children doing back from the feast so early?" she yawned.
"Sorry, Ma'am, but I'm not a student. I have to get in right away, orders from Dumbledore."
"Not a problem, dear," she said. "Password, please?"
"Well, that's the problem," I continued, hoping my trick would work. "I don't have the password."
"Well, surely Dumbledore would have given it to you," she said slowly. "Wait a minute....don't I recognize you from somewhere?"
I silently cursed. "No. I'm sorry, but this is very important. I HAVE to enter. Now."
The Fat Lady's eyes bulged. "Yes, yes I *do* remember you. You're...you're..." She screamed. "SIRIUS BLACK!"
I shushed her. "Look, I didn't kill anyone. I need to prove my innocence, just please LET ME IN!"
"No! Oh, help, help!"
I pulled my knife out of my boot. "Fine, but I'm getting in one way or another." ~bloody fine way to prove your innocence~ I thought. I made a small rip at the bottom of the painting. The Fat Lady screamed again. "Shut up, or there won't be a restoration process in the world to fix you," I hissed. It's been too long to let anything stand in my way now. Peter was going to die tonight; I was so sure of it. "Now, LET ME IN!"
"No!"
My mind was made up. I slashed wildly at the painting, not caring whether I hit her or not. The thought of that rat, that vermin, being so close to Harry made my blood boil. All I could think about was transforming him, putting my hands around his neck, and listening to his bones crunch as I killed him. I could practically hear them now....snap...snap...snap...I *could* hear them. I stopped to listen, not bothering to notice that the Fat Lady had left her portrait. click...click...click...footsteps coming down the hallway. The door to Griffyndor was still shut. I'd deal with it later. Right now, I had to run. My life, not to mention Harry's, depended on the small hope that I wouldn't be caught. It would do no good to transform into a dog now, my paws, my padded foot, would slip on the slick floor. I sprinted in the opposite direction of the approachers. I didn't have to worry about the sound of my shoes, for I had none.
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I was feeling quite nostalgic as I prowled through the empy corriders of Hogwarts. It really was too bad that I couldn't linger for very long. My mind wandered as I passed the spot where James and I had once set off five dungbombs at once. The good ole days. Far gone into the past now...
Here was my problem. I stopped short infront of the Fat Lady. I wondered if she'd heard the gossip about me. Of course she had; even the ghosts and paintings knew, no, *thought* they knew, how the Potters had been betrayed. I would have to lie to her.
"Oh, oh thank goodness," I huffed as I ran to the painting, waking the old woman up.
"What? What are you children doing back from the feast so early?" she yawned.
"Sorry, Ma'am, but I'm not a student. I have to get in right away, orders from Dumbledore."
"Not a problem, dear," she said. "Password, please?"
"Well, that's the problem," I continued, hoping my trick would work. "I don't have the password."
"Well, surely Dumbledore would have given it to you," she said slowly. "Wait a minute....don't I recognize you from somewhere?"
I silently cursed. "No. I'm sorry, but this is very important. I HAVE to enter. Now."
The Fat Lady's eyes bulged. "Yes, yes I *do* remember you. You're...you're..." She screamed. "SIRIUS BLACK!"
I shushed her. "Look, I didn't kill anyone. I need to prove my innocence, just please LET ME IN!"
"No! Oh, help, help!"
I pulled my knife out of my boot. "Fine, but I'm getting in one way or another." ~bloody fine way to prove your innocence~ I thought. I made a small rip at the bottom of the painting. The Fat Lady screamed again. "Shut up, or there won't be a restoration process in the world to fix you," I hissed. It's been too long to let anything stand in my way now. Peter was going to die tonight; I was so sure of it. "Now, LET ME IN!"
"No!"
My mind was made up. I slashed wildly at the painting, not caring whether I hit her or not. The thought of that rat, that vermin, being so close to Harry made my blood boil. All I could think about was transforming him, putting my hands around his neck, and listening to his bones crunch as I killed him. I could practically hear them now....snap...snap...snap...I *could* hear them. I stopped to listen, not bothering to notice that the Fat Lady had left her portrait. click...click...click...footsteps coming down the hallway. The door to Griffyndor was still shut. I'd deal with it later. Right now, I had to run. My life, not to mention Harry's, depended on the small hope that I wouldn't be caught. It would do no good to transform into a dog now, my paws, my padded foot, would slip on the slick floor. I sprinted in the opposite direction of the approachers. I didn't have to worry about the sound of my shoes, for I had none.