Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
There. It was as easy as a few steps of his worn, black paws against the cold floor, and Sirius was out of Azkaban. After all those years, he had escaped with his life, his soul, and his sanity.
He's at Hogwarts...
The thought that had driven him for years echoed in his mind. No matter what the danger of being caught, he would not let his godson think of him as a mass murderer.
What was the best way to enter the wizarding world? He was in danger, even in his animagus form. How many people would recognize it? Dumbledore. Remus. Maybe he could find Remus...What did he think of him? There was Peter, of course...and Severus.
Had he told anyone? Could he stop himself from telling, what with all the new security measures and requests—no, demands—for information that would soon take place at Hogwarts, if they hadn't already?
The first question was erased. Sirius had managed to get his hands on almost every edition of the Daily Prophet—it would have been all over the news. But...No. Why would Severus tell Harry anything?
Harry didn't have the slightest clue that he had a godfather. He was thirteen now, remembered Sirius. Just a couple of days ago. I should have been there for him, all these years, he thought. But he had been pleased to note that most pictures of him in the Daily Prophet included Molly Weasley jumping in in the background.
As his thoughts circled back to the Daily Prophet, he thought about Muggle newspapers. Would his escape have reached them yet?
He saw one on a doorstep. The lights in the house were off. He advanced toward the newspaper. For Sirius, getting the paper had become beyond a habit. In Azkaban, it felt like his life depended on it...or, the better word might be his sanity. Hearing about Harry, pushing himself on—he had to get to Hogwarts. Although it was a Muggle newspaper, it carried the same type of feeling.
He took the newspaper in his mouth and continued down the road. He would stop to read it, but not now—after all, what would a Muggle think if they walked outside and saw a big, black dog reading a newspaper?
He would soon reach the end of the subdivision, and then he would be on the highway. As long as no one called Animal Control...the thought made him chuckle, but because he was a dog, he ended up sneezing instead. He continued down the road, but...
"Hi, puppy!"
A girl with a mass of brown hair was leaning over him. She gave him a pat on the head. It was amazing, thought Sirius, how used to that he was.
"You're all alone, aren't you? No tags, and you look like you've been sleeping in the mud for years."
The girl's not far off, thought Sirius.
"You must be starving! Let me get you some food," she exclaimed. She turned around, walked around the corner of the house, then whistled for him. Sirius could only imagine what kind of awful food a Muggle girl would give a stray dog, but he was starving, so he followed her.
"Good boy," she said, giving him another pat on the head. She reached into her pocket and started breaking something in half.
"We've got to be careful with these," she whispered to him. Sirius didn't know what that meant, but he ate what had been laid out in front of him.
It was the unmistakable taste of a Pumpkin Pasty.
She was a witch.
AN: Okay, that beginning was pretty boring. It will get better! (I hope) Please review. I'll try to update soon!