The dog, the wolf and the cub
by the way people this is a fanfiction, I do not own Harry Potter however much I wish I did. you'd know if I did there would be much Remus/Sirius in the story.
I will be continuing this until it is finnishe, I get bored or my mum figures out what I'm actually doing on her laptop.
Chapter one
Dementors don't have eyes.
They could not see the big black dog, skinny to the point of being skeletal, slip through the bars of its cell. They did not see it creep out of the building and off the rock. Nor did they see what (to anyone with eyes ) appeared to be a black shadow sliding into the water and slowly swimming towards the mainland. Had they eyes they would have seen all that, but they didn't and couldn't and as such no-one witnessed the escape of Sirius Black.
The swing set creaked, it was the middle of summer and the sun shone mercilessly down upon the dust clouds that flew upwards as the boy dug his heels into the ground. Stopping the swings movement and scuffing his already tatty second hand trainers. Everything about the boy was second hand. Or broken. His trainers were at least two sizes to big for him, the toes stuffed with a spare pair of socks to stop them from sliding off his feet. His jeans were frayed and threadbare, rolled up and held on by only his belt. His t-shirt swamped his thin form. Green eyes peered out at the world trough a pair of round glasses, held together by selotape. His hair was a birds nest in black, looking like it had never seen a comb before.
His lip was split and still bleeding
The skin around one of his eyes was bruised and sore
On his forehead was a scare, half hidden by his hair and shaped like a lightning bolt.
His name was Harry Potter.
The black dog trotted along the streets, still thin, but not painfully so, it was truly amazing how many people would cave under puppy dog eyes, and Sirius had learnt from the best.
By now the ministry would know about his escape, they wouldn't find him. They didn't even know he was an animagus. He could disappear for a while, he had a place to lay low until he could track down that low down filthy little RAT and kill him. There was just one thing that he had to do first. One person that he had to see.
"You stupid little FREAK" Harry flinched at his uncles words, pressing further into the corner he was cowering in. "Don't know why we BOTHERED taking you in. No food for a WEEK! Now," Vernon had been yelling for the past twenty minutes and it was with relief that Harry realised that he was calming down. "your Aunt, Dudley and I are all going out for dinner at a business partner of mines house and, as miss Figg is ill" Vernon broke of to glare at Harry as if her illness was some how his fault. " you can't stay with her. Now I don't trust you in my house alone as you'd probably blow it up or something and of course there is no possibility of you coming with us so, until we get back you'll be staying in the shed."
With that he grabbed hold of Harry's shoulder and frogmarched him out of the house and into the garden shoving him into the small wooden shed that took up one corner of the religiously neat garden.
He locked the door.
Inside the shed the heat was stifling, so bad it was almost a physical force. Harry huddled up in one corner miserably. The worst thing was that it hadn't been his fault, it really hadn't. Dudley's gang had been chasing him again and ten to one odds weren't really something that Harry had felt the need to explore for a second time that day. (they had caused the damage to Harry's face. The other bruises had come from his uncle) he had just been trying to get away. Suddenly there had been an ear-splitting crack and he had been sitting on the roof. The head teacher was not impressed. And said so. To his uncle.
It never did any good telling people that he didn't mean to do it, that it just happened, you see Harry was the type of person things just happened to.
Sirius Black knew nothing of this as he padded down Magnolia crescent, towards privet drive. He was four minutes to late. It was just as he reached the house that the silver car pulled out of the driveway at speeds no dog could match. Sirius whined miserably before flopping down in the corner of the drive. He had waited eight years. He could wait a little longer.
Harry was shivering. He had lost count of the hours that he had been in the shed but gradually the heat had subsided, leaving behind a deep bone chilling cold.
Sirius leapt to his feet as the car returned, tongue hanging out of his mouth in a doggish grin of anticipation. The grin turned to a frown. Well as much as a dog could frown. Harry wasn't with them. Three people had emerged from the car. The first a tall bony woman with a sour expression. The second a large man with ruddy features and squinty little beady eyes. The third was a boy, vaguely reminiscent of a pig that had learnt to walk, talk and wear clothes. Harry wasn't with them but his smell was all over the house. The boy resembled the man to greatly for there to be and conceivable way that that fat lump of lard was James son. They didn't notice Sirius. Camouflaged as he was in the shadows. They simply went into the house.
Sirius decided to put his animal senses to good use and started to follow Harry's scent. It was all around the house, a mixture of James and Lilly and something added. Sirius followed it, realising as he did so that the scent led to the back of the house where it was strongest. In fact there was a fairly recent trail (three hours old) that led from the back door to the pokey little shed.
It was from within the shed that the scent was stronger. It was also from within the shed that the scent of fear that Sirius had failed to notice earlier, intent as he was on his tracking, came from. Sirius growled and changed back into his human form about to fling open the door when he paused. From within came the sounds of laboured breathing. Eyes widening in alarm Sirius flung the door open and froze, shoked at what he saw. He looked in, upon his godson. The boy he hadn't seen in eight years and growled. Despite his human form. Within the growl hung anger and the kind of soul deep rage that had sent Sirius, all those years ago, running after the man who had betrayed one of his closest friends. Within that growl was the rage that had nearly been the death of Peter Pettigrew.