Just a silly little idea I thought of when my dog jumped up on me while I was watching 'Prisoner of Azkaban'.

Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, Dolohov would have died before he had a chance to kill Remus and Sirius would have dodged Bellatrix's curse and not have fallen through the Veil.

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Lily Evans was a Gryffindor Prefect, as she frequently reminded the various troublemakers of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but she was also a fifteen year old girl.

And fifteen year old girls are often found guilty of fawning endlessly over adorable, good-tempered dogs.

So when Lily walked into the common room of Gryffindor Tower and found two of her best mates petting and cooing at a large black dog with big, warm, blue-grey eyes, she immediately rushed over and began stroking the canine, who leaned into her touch with a contented groan.

"He's so cute! Where'd you find him?" she asked Mary.

"He just ran in all of a sudden. No idea how he got through the portrait hole, but it might have been because that sixth year, McLaggen, was going out at the time."

"The one that always boasts about how he's going to play for the Tornados?"

"Yeah, him."

"He's a git." Julie said mildly. "When I asked him who the Tornados were, he almost passed out than gave me a two-hour lecture about the team and Quidditch in general."

"Merlin, he's almost as bad as Potter." Lily shook her head in disgust. "He never shuts up about Quidditch either, and he's always messing about with that stupid Snitch."

The dog whined slightly and gave Lily an almost reproachful look. "I think he's telling you to lay off Potter, Lils." Mary giggled.

"Or he's a Quidditch fan." Julie laughed. "Who knows? He might be a big Tornados supporter or something."

"Not bloody likely." Spoke a new voice behind them, sounding annoyed. All three girls turned to see none other than James Potter, looking very annoyed and giving the dog what was clearly a death glare.

"What's wrong, Potter? Did he eat your homework?" Lily snorted. James merely rolled his eyes before lunging forward and grabbing the dog by the scruff of his neck.

"Come – on – Padfoot!" James grunted, dragging the reluctant animal forward. The dog, Padfoot, gave a petulant whine and seemed to glare at James. "I thought dogs were supposed to be obedient!"

"Well, they generally don't listen if you abuse them." Mary said coldly.

"I don't!" James cried indignantly. "He's just being thick!"

"Hey, James, have you found him yet?" Remus Lupin walked in through the portrait hole. "Oh, good, you have." He said upon seeing Padfoot, who turned his glare towards the other boy.

"Remus, James, he's not on the third or fourth floor – oh, he's here." Peter Pettigrew entered a moment after Remus.

Lily narrowed her eyes. Something was up, and she had a bad feeling she knew what it was.

"Potter!" she barked out, "Where's Black?"

He muttered something in between grunts of effort from dragging Padfoot across the common room.

"Speak up!"

"Right here." James said sourly, "Being dragged away by his supposed best mate after being petted all over by a bunch of our classmates."

Lily shrieked an impressive mixture of swear words and counter-curses, pointing her wand at the black dog. Sirius Black soon appeared in its place, looking a little scared. He turned towards the livid girls.

"I just want to state that, for the record, this is all Remus's fault."

Even years later, after breaking out of Azkaban, Sirius would still claim that his nose had never been quite the same since that day while Remus rolled his eyes in the background.

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