Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own any of the Harry Potter characters or settings.

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic, constructive criticism is appreciated but please no flames.

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The moon was full and gave off a misty green glow as it hung suspended over the dormant castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A wolf could be heard howling in the dark forest, its paws hitting the soft mossy ground, Harry felt safe inside the wolf's body; it was strong, fearless, and free to run.

The wolf's nose twitched as it picked up on a strong familiar scent, Harry could feel a sense of eagerness building inside the wolf as its nose twitched again with excitement. Harry watched the trees go by as the wolf plowed forward with strong steady strides, following the scent deeper into the forest. Harry found the scent comforting, like a mother's protective hug, but he couldn't place its origin.

Then without warning the wolf bolted, Harry could see a figure cloaked all in white a ways off in the distance. As the wolf got closer Harry determined the figure was a man, he had his back turned and Harry could see he had black hair that just grazed the collar of his robes. When the wolf was only a few yards away the man turned around and Harry could see the man's face clearly, he was smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, for standing not but a few feet in front of him was his godfather, Sirius Black. Harry's eyes were stinging with tears -though from inside the wolf Harry wasn't sure if he had eyes or anything else for that matter- as he urged the wolf to move faster. But the wolf maintained its steady pace, and after what seemed like ages to Harry he was eye to bellybutton with his godfather.

The wolf looked up at Sirius and gave a sharp bark as if to say "Hi", and with a small hop the wolf was up on its hind legs resting its front paws on Sirius's shoulders. Harry could now see every detail of Sirius's face and it was a sight for sore eyes. Sirius looked deep into the wolf's eyes and his smile widened making the corners of his eyes crinkle more.

He sees me thought Harry, He sees me sitting here in the wolf, I just know he can see me.

But when Sirius finally spoke he didn't acknowledge Harry, instead he addressed the wolf. "Moony you're late, that's not like you." Sirius said still looking into the wolf's eyes, but that was as far as he could see.

Harry suddenly felt very distant from his godfather, like a wall was coming down fast between them. He felt a desperate urge to get Sirius's attention before it was too late, "Sirius, it's me, Harry, I'm in the wolf." But Sirius didn't seem to be able to hear Harry and a few moments later the wolf started to make its way back through the forest.

"NO!" Harry screamed in protest hoping his voice to be heard.

But it was no use the wall had come all the way down, and as it did the forest around Harry began to spin. The forest was spinning and moving in such ways it was like looking through jelly, Harry closed his eyes all the spinning was making him feel sick.

When Harry opened his eyes the forest was gone and in its place was a very familiar scene, he was standing in the middle of the basement kitchen of Grimmauld Place. Harry didn't have time to wonder how he had gotten there or even more important how he was going to get out, because at that moment Hermione's voice rang out from behind him.

Harry spun around anxious from some answers, but it wasn't Hermione that Harry saw, the voice was without doubt Hermione's but the body was that of Professor McGonagall. Harry rubbed his eye to make sure he was really seeing what was standing before him, but Professor McGonagall continued to talk in Hermione's voice.

What in Merlin's name is going on here? Thought Harry.

He opened his mouth to address the McGonagall/Hermione when he stopped himself, was this Hermione or Professor McGonagall? Maybe this was Professor Hermione. Harry didn't have to ponder this question for long because the room began to spin like the forest had. Harry felt like he was on one of those lazy susans and someone kept spinning it.

And than it stopped, the spinning, the kitchen, everything stopped; there was nothing but darkness that lay before Harry.

A/N: Review! The more you review the more motivated I am to write, the faster I post more fic.