A/N - This story is from Sirius's POV. Now I know why authors say they don't wanna continue their story unless u review it. Well, I'm saying that now. So R/R.
"Sirius, I need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher - the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."
"But-" said Harry.
I turned to him. "You'll see me very soon, Harry. I promise you. But I must do what I can, you understand, don't you?"
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah . . . of course I do."
I grasped his hand briefly, nodded to Dumbledore, and transformed into the black dog I knew so well. It was like living another life. With a new spurt of energy, I sprang up, opened the door to the hospital wing with my paw, and bounded out the door, faintly hearing Dumbledore talking to Snape.
As I sprinted down the steps all I could hear were the soft pounding of my paws and occasional parts of passing conversations, all of which seemed to be discussing the Tournament in scared, disbelieving voices. I ran faster.
I passed Minerva McGonnagal in the Entrance Hall, and she gave me the same curious stare that she had on picking me up. But I didn't care. There was work to be done. I pushed open the main doors and jumped into the starry night.
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I paced myself as I began running. I ran down to Hogsmeade and into my cave, where I transformed back into a man and retrieved some wizard money out of one of my pockets. The small black velvet pouch contained 13 galleons, 41 sickles, and a couple handfulls of knuts. That was all the money I had salvaged from the streets and occasional passerby, along with some of what Dumbledore had provided me with. I made sure everything had been accounted for, put on a thick woolen cloak I'd been given, and turned to Buckbeak. I quickly bowed to him, and then mounted him. We were off.
The night air was considerably colder higher up. I shivered and pulled the cloak tighter around myself. Remus's house, Remus's house, I thought. He lived about six hours away from Hogwarts. This is going to be a long night, I mused, as I clung to Buckbeak.
At about five in the morning, I reached Dauswell, a tiny little magical village on the outskirts of London. I circled the houses until I found what I was looking for. A small home admidst a thick forest of trees. I dismounted Buckbeak, and led him along the path to my friend's house, quietly.
When we reached the crudely built porch, I let Buckbeak and myself rest. I know I should have been exhausted, but as I had been outside the whole time, the fresh air had kept me awake. And I had been used to irregular sleeping patterns lately, also, so I was just tired.
I had three choices. I could sleep out here, for it was relatively warm within Remus's little forest. I could quietly go into his house, for in this little village, it was the rare household that locked their doors, and sleep there. Or, I smirked, I could soundlessly *enter* his house, and then pour a bucket or two of cold water on him to wake him up, demanding a warm bed. I liked the third idea best. I narrowed my eyes and began scouring the outside of my friend's home, searching for a bucket.