CHAPTER ONE
Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please review. Constructive Criticism needed!!!! The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
In a dark alley, a large black dog sat hunched over, surveying his surroundings carefully every minute. Sirius knew the Ministry was close…last week a muggle had spotted him transforming in a nearby town. Rather stupid to stay in one place so long thought Sirius. He would leave the next morning for somewhere safer. His thoughts turned to Harry. I hope he's all right. I haven't written for a while; I'll write him tomorrow. Standing, Sirius walked in a circle to keep awake and to stretch his legs.
Suddenly, the alley was lit by a burst of bright red light, followed by several smaller pops and flashes. Turning quickly, Sirius saw the other end alley quickly filling with wizards in long red robes, wands drawn. Stunned, he flashed into human form, drawing his wand and preparing to apparate to safety. As they saw him, he could see their faces torn between surprise that they had actually found him, and anger. Many of these wizards had worked with the Potters years before, and simply hated him. A few of their faces also showed fear, after all, he was supposed to be a cold-blooded killer.
Sirius looked away and attempted to apparate away. He felt the jerk, and, certain it had worked, he opened his eyes. He was still in the alley, and the wizards were running closer. He tried again, concentrating, trying not to think about Azkaban. If they catch me, I'm going back there. I didn't work. What's going on? He looked at the wizards and realized they must have done something. They knew I was here, Sirius thought as he realized that they were very prepared.
The wizards came into range of Sirius, and began to shoot stunning spells. The first few barely missed him, and Sirius began to run as fast as he possible. He couldn't win a fight against all those wizards at once.
Several spells flashed by, coming close enough to leave slashes where they passed. Limping and slowing down, Sirius stopped and as the wizards closed in he tried one last time to apparate away. He felt the jerk, and upon opening his eyes, found that the spell had worked. He was in an empty stretch of countryside. That was too close. He could imagine the Misistry's anger when they realized that once again he had slipped through their grasp. He transformed back into dog form for safety and began to limp slowly towards the town he could see several miles down the road. Before he could get far, however, he heard another faint pop behind him. Turning, Sirius only had time to see a short wizard in black robs before everything went black.