DISLAIMER!: I don't own any Harry Potter(c) stuff or the like, itz JKR'z..... but if you notice sumthin or sum one not in the Harry Potter(c) books... itz MINE! MINE I TELL YOU! MINE!


(Itz the perfect, I'm a kid and lets keep the puppy mommy!!! Type of story!!! Muahahahahaha, I love torturing Sirius, he's just so cute!)

"Mooooom! I finished my summer homework already. Can't I go out now? Jess is waiting for me!"

"Well I suppose so...." Her mother said thoughtfully.

Thirteen year-old Stephanie-Marie Adams went out into her backyard, where there was a dense thicket. She had to go to her secret hideout deep near the back, about a mile and a half from her house.

"This walk is going to take a while." In truth, Steph hadn't done her homework yet. She just told her mother that so she could meet up with her friend. Stephanie-Marie wasn't a bad kid, but she hated homework, and was the best damn liar she had met. She was thirteen, but sometimes she acted like she was most older, but other times she acted as immature as a young child.

Jessie McMullen was only twelve, but that didn't matter. She was just like Steph, only crazier. And the both of them could lie like the dickens.

Steph walked swiftly through the trees, looking for animals nearby. "Just some boring squirrels, a few chipmunks, a big black dog, a- A BIG BLACK DOG?" Her eyes lit up.

A large, black, sickly looking dog was limping around. "Oh the poor baby... Oooh... I hope he's not um, dangerous.... He looks hurt..." And despite her better judgment, Stephanie-Marie ran over to the dog and started to pet him. The dog looked shocked, he hadn't thought anyone was in this forest.

"Hmmm... No collar you little rogue you," she said in a soft voice. Sirius mentally sighed to himself. She opened up her bag of equipment for setting a trap for Nicole Marks, the bitch who liked to mess up their camp, as she found it one day.

"Aha!" she pulled out a long robe. "You sweet little thing you, Jessie would love to see you!" and she tied a small hole at the end, made a loop, and slid it over around his head. Sirius noticed he was being leashed too late.

"Damn it..."

"Come on... Let's go!" Stephanie walked the last half-mile talking to the dog, trying to figure out what to name it.

"Hmm... Famous dogs..." and she started listing names off waiting for his reaction.

"Tramp? No... Rover? Er- Balto? Nah... Lassie's a girl name... Pluto?" he seemed to slightly lift his head up. She was getting warm when it came to astronomy.

"Er... Black dog? A Star maybe??? I'll ask Jessie, she knows more about space than me."

"Jess!!! Jessie! Look who I found! Isn't he a doll?"

"How do you know it's a 'he'?"

Stephanie just gave her friend a Look. "How do you think?" Sirius's eye's widened and blushed furiously, and he was freaking out, she was only a child!

"Oh my god Stephanie! Look at him! It looks like the puppy wuppy's embawassed!!!!" Jessie said, kneeling and staring at Sirius, speaking in a baby-talk voice.

You know any god names I could use for the tyke? He seems to like Space Stuff..."

"Stars... Constellations... Sirius?" He barked joyfully. "Sirius the Dogstar?" Sirius didn't want to do this, but he licked her hand.

"Perfect." Steph said. "Now how do you propose I sneak him into the house.?"

"Search me.... Can he do tricks? Lie sit down? Roll over? Beg?" at each thing she said, just to please them and act normal, like a run away dog, he preformed the trick.

"Crap, you were so late in getting here Steph that I have to leave now or Mum will have my head. See you Sirius!! Bya!" Steph just rolled her eyes. Jessie's mother was worse than her's, if at all possible.

Steph started leading Sirius back to her house. "Come on you poor thing, you look starved, I'm going to take you home, and feed you, and wash you, and brush your fur, maybe give it a trim, and then you little mister are going to take a long rested nap so I can try to talk some sense into Mum."

Twenty minutes later, Sirius was eating some warm rice and ground beef leftovers she had in the fridge, not only filling, but delicious, the best meal he had had in a very long time.

Stephanie started to run a bath, dipping her feet in it every minute or so, making sure that the water wasn't too cool, or too hot for the canine. Expecting him to be fussy about the water, she laid down towels on the bathroom floor, and was wearing a swimsuit and shorts.

She dunked him into the tub and softly rubbed his with her soap-covered hands. "You poor thing, you. Look at this silly, you have been in this tub for five minutes MAXIMUM, and it's already filthy. Tut Tut Tut."

It took two more baths, but he was finally clean. Stephanie was lucky that her mother left a note saying that she went grocery shopping. "Snippety snip!" she said sweetly, calmly, trying not to scare him, bringing up scissors, and cutting the matted, tangled, and ridiculously long fur until it was trimmed.

She searched her room, but the best thing to brush his fur that she could find was a comb. After an hour of brushing, his fur was shiny and soft looking again.

It was starting to get late, and Stephanie was very tired. She turned on the radio, very softly, and coaxed the dog onto her bed, where she wrapped him up in her blanket with her, her arm draped over him protectively.

"Good-night Sirius..." she yawned. She slowly drifted off quickly, and Sirius did as well, having not slept in a bed, let alone such a comfy bed, in roughly fourteen years.

"Love you..." she mumbled restlessly, and that was what Sirius was afraid of most.