Chaught
Carefully the black dog sneaked further towards clearing, making soft crunching noises in the fresh snow. Sniffing the cold winter air it fouhgt the urge to sneeze to remain unnoticed. The scent was stronger here and the canine was sure that it's target was near. It had been tracking that scent for neerly three weeks now and if everthing went smooth it would never have to hide as a dog again. 'cause IT was the most wanted dark wizard in the world (ok, make that second most, right after Voldy). Sirius Black. Convicted murderer, coldblooded madman and stinking traitor. At least, until he got the rat he was hunting.
Sirius was on a mission for Dumbledore with his partner and friend Remus Lupin. According to the information their spies hat given them, the dark forces were planning attacs on agents of the light side. The orders from their master who would be aimed next were passed on short meetings between the Death Eaters. And that was for what Sirius had been waiting the past three weeks. Not only could he prevent another murder that would be disguised as accident by the unbelieving ministry, but also could get the chance to free himself from the charges against him.
Normally his friend, who happened to be werewolf, would be with him, but the reason he was alone was looming in the sky and casting everything in milky light. The fullmoon. Remus had to stay at home, saved by the Wolfsbane-potion but still not daring to go with Sirius. The risk that he could bite somebody, not because of the wolf, but of his own anger towards his old friend, was just to great. And biting somebody, even if it was a Death Eater, would be a sure deathsentence for him the, ministry would be happy to perform.
Padfoot stood silently behind a snowcovered tree, observing the clearing and searching for the tiny animal. His ears perked up as a cloaked figure appeared on the other side of the clearing, obviously searching for something, too. The Death Eater didn't dare to move out of the camouflage of the trees. He, or was it a she, slid along the line of trees and kept looking around. Carefully Padfoot crouched down and changed back into Sirius. Still hiding he reached for his wand and waited for the figure to come nearer. He knew Pettigrew was somewhere near him, Padfoots nose couldn't be fooled so easily. He had to wait to see whom he was meeting, what information they had and than track Wormtail down and get away as fast as possible.
The figure was now standing just a few feet from him and a faint rustle that meant that his old friend had just trandformed. Then he heard a man speak: "Well, what does the Master say?" Sirius knew this voice, the name was on the tip of his tongue. A high, squeaky one answered. "Fletcher is on their side as well as Figg. And Wood, too. She might have a few things to say as she's in the fool's inner circle. His Lordship wants as many of them alive, we could use some more information." The fat little man was staring around nervously. "About the ministry? Well, that won't be too difficult. McNair should know about that." McNair? So he was a spy! Interesting. Sirius listened closely. "More about the Order, you idiot! If His Lordship wanted to know about the ministry, he would read the paper!" Good one, that, even for little Peter, Sirius silently admitted. Avery, he suddenly remembered the name, scowled. "Right, I'll do what I can. But it'll be hard to get a spy beneath them." "We'll manage." Pettigrew smiled. "Last time we did, remember?"
Sirius fumed but stayed silent. So proud of us, aren't we? You're going to pay for that! He watched Avery disapparate and Pettigrew turn. Before the traitor even knew what happened, the other Animagus launched foreward and tackeled him to the snow-coverd ground. Sirius disarmed him and held the other man down with his wand pointed at Pettigrew's head. "Nice to meet you, Peter. Still meeting with old friends? You have to understand that I felt left out." Pettigrew had gone paperwhite and stared at him in shock and horror. "No Padfoot, you can't kill me. Just have mercy, let me explain!" he shrieked. "Oh, I won't kill you, don't worry. The Dementors will have much more fun with you alive, you know?" "You can't do that. Please Sirius, have mercy, I'll do everthing! Please!!"
Sirius didn't reply, it cost him enough not to blast him to pieces. He laid an Anti-Animagus-spell over him and tied him up. He was about to apparate when he felt a wand pressed firmly to his neck. "Oh, I don't think so, Black. He is a worm, that's true, but we still need him though." Shit! Why the hell did he need to come back right now?! "Put your wand down andthan lift your hands." Sirius did how he was told. "Good, now stand up." Sirius slowly stood up. As he felt the wandtip being moved away from his neck he pushed back and threw himself and Avery to the ground. As he fell he transformed into Padfoot, scrambled up and ran as fast as he could. Curses missed him by inches as he dodged around a tree and ran faster. Without looking where he was going he raced down a hill. This time he wasn't so lucky. A Stunner hit him and he toppled down the rest. As he hit the ground with a sicking crack everything went black.
A/N: Well, I named the story "FirstTry", 'cause I couldn't think of something better. If anybody has suggestions, inform me, I'm interested in any ideas.
And have mercy with me, this my first try at something only distantly related to fanfiction! I swear I gave it my best shot!
Carefully the black dog sneaked further towards clearing, making soft crunching noises in the fresh snow. Sniffing the cold winter air it fouhgt the urge to sneeze to remain unnoticed. The scent was stronger here and the canine was sure that it's target was near. It had been tracking that scent for neerly three weeks now and if everthing went smooth it would never have to hide as a dog again. 'cause IT was the most wanted dark wizard in the world (ok, make that second most, right after Voldy). Sirius Black. Convicted murderer, coldblooded madman and stinking traitor. At least, until he got the rat he was hunting.
Sirius was on a mission for Dumbledore with his partner and friend Remus Lupin. According to the information their spies hat given them, the dark forces were planning attacs on agents of the light side. The orders from their master who would be aimed next were passed on short meetings between the Death Eaters. And that was for what Sirius had been waiting the past three weeks. Not only could he prevent another murder that would be disguised as accident by the unbelieving ministry, but also could get the chance to free himself from the charges against him.
Normally his friend, who happened to be werewolf, would be with him, but the reason he was alone was looming in the sky and casting everything in milky light. The fullmoon. Remus had to stay at home, saved by the Wolfsbane-potion but still not daring to go with Sirius. The risk that he could bite somebody, not because of the wolf, but of his own anger towards his old friend, was just to great. And biting somebody, even if it was a Death Eater, would be a sure deathsentence for him the, ministry would be happy to perform.
Padfoot stood silently behind a snowcovered tree, observing the clearing and searching for the tiny animal. His ears perked up as a cloaked figure appeared on the other side of the clearing, obviously searching for something, too. The Death Eater didn't dare to move out of the camouflage of the trees. He, or was it a she, slid along the line of trees and kept looking around. Carefully Padfoot crouched down and changed back into Sirius. Still hiding he reached for his wand and waited for the figure to come nearer. He knew Pettigrew was somewhere near him, Padfoots nose couldn't be fooled so easily. He had to wait to see whom he was meeting, what information they had and than track Wormtail down and get away as fast as possible.
The figure was now standing just a few feet from him and a faint rustle that meant that his old friend had just trandformed. Then he heard a man speak: "Well, what does the Master say?" Sirius knew this voice, the name was on the tip of his tongue. A high, squeaky one answered. "Fletcher is on their side as well as Figg. And Wood, too. She might have a few things to say as she's in the fool's inner circle. His Lordship wants as many of them alive, we could use some more information." The fat little man was staring around nervously. "About the ministry? Well, that won't be too difficult. McNair should know about that." McNair? So he was a spy! Interesting. Sirius listened closely. "More about the Order, you idiot! If His Lordship wanted to know about the ministry, he would read the paper!" Good one, that, even for little Peter, Sirius silently admitted. Avery, he suddenly remembered the name, scowled. "Right, I'll do what I can. But it'll be hard to get a spy beneath them." "We'll manage." Pettigrew smiled. "Last time we did, remember?"
Sirius fumed but stayed silent. So proud of us, aren't we? You're going to pay for that! He watched Avery disapparate and Pettigrew turn. Before the traitor even knew what happened, the other Animagus launched foreward and tackeled him to the snow-coverd ground. Sirius disarmed him and held the other man down with his wand pointed at Pettigrew's head. "Nice to meet you, Peter. Still meeting with old friends? You have to understand that I felt left out." Pettigrew had gone paperwhite and stared at him in shock and horror. "No Padfoot, you can't kill me. Just have mercy, let me explain!" he shrieked. "Oh, I won't kill you, don't worry. The Dementors will have much more fun with you alive, you know?" "You can't do that. Please Sirius, have mercy, I'll do everthing! Please!!"
Sirius didn't reply, it cost him enough not to blast him to pieces. He laid an Anti-Animagus-spell over him and tied him up. He was about to apparate when he felt a wand pressed firmly to his neck. "Oh, I don't think so, Black. He is a worm, that's true, but we still need him though." Shit! Why the hell did he need to come back right now?! "Put your wand down andthan lift your hands." Sirius did how he was told. "Good, now stand up." Sirius slowly stood up. As he felt the wandtip being moved away from his neck he pushed back and threw himself and Avery to the ground. As he fell he transformed into Padfoot, scrambled up and ran as fast as he could. Curses missed him by inches as he dodged around a tree and ran faster. Without looking where he was going he raced down a hill. This time he wasn't so lucky. A Stunner hit him and he toppled down the rest. As he hit the ground with a sicking crack everything went black.
A/N: Well, I named the story "FirstTry", 'cause I couldn't think of something better. If anybody has suggestions, inform me, I'm interested in any ideas.
And have mercy with me, this my first try at something only distantly related to fanfiction! I swear I gave it my best shot!