The next day Sirius arrived late; waking up at seven was not something he normally did. Even as a convict he had been able to sleep late.

"Sirius you've arrived!" Dumbledore greeted him.

"Sorry I'm late; I slept late." Sirius apologised.

He said not a word to Snape; who said not a word to him.

"Right so the other day I found the most extraordinary library in the forbidden forest." Dumbledore began.

"The forbidden forest? There's a library; in the forest?" Snape asked sneering, as if this was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

"Yes in the forest Severus. Now this library has books written in every language I've heard of and some I haven't. But one book I came across has chapters in all kinds of languages; most of witch I don't know. In fact all of witch I don't know except English. Now this English section suggests that the cure to lycanthropy is within the books pages. But the book changes languages in mid paragraph and in fact sometimes midsentence. If you could translate the book I'm sure you could cure lycanthropy." Dumbledore explained.

"So you won't have to go hunting for a new teacher this year?" Snape sneered rolling his eyes.

Sirius thought about what Dumbledore had said the other day; how could that be true? It couldn't be he was the exact same big nosed stuck up bastered he'd always been.

"Do you know what languages they are?" Sirius asked; he had spent most of the previous night contemplating a way out of this and had found none. So he might as well get this over with.

"Nope." Dumbledore said chirpily.

"You want it translated and the cure made by September and you have no clue what any of the languages are…?" Sirius groaned this was going to be impossible. Two months with Snape, he couldn't be seen and he would probably die of boredom finding scholars.

This was going to suck.

"Well off you go." Dumbledore smiled the twinkle in his eye that was so grandfatherly yet so evil in full swing.

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Picking the book up off of Dumbledore's desk Severus followed Black out the door. This was going to be the most painful two months of his life.

Leafing through the book he decided to get this over with as fast as possible.

He sighed inwardly; he recognised Egyptian hieroglyphs among the languages as well as the polluted French of Quebec, Canada. Dumbledore missed them? Maybe he didn't even bother trying to translate the book himself.

One page was covered with squiggles; was that even a language?

Black grabbed the book from his hands and leafed through it.

"Hey I was reading that Black!" Severus growled, why was Black such a child?

"You were reading the squiggly lines? Some how I doubt it." Black glared at him.

Severus glared back. "Give the book back; how on earth would one who barely grasps English know any of those languages?"

"I totally know English, and I'm a pure blood my parents hired tutors to teach me obscure ancient languages that no one ever uses." Black snapped clearly insulted.

Severus glared harder. "I hate your guts." Severus growled.

"Piss off git!" Black growled back.

"Just shut it and give the book back Black!" Severus just barely restrained himself from shouting.

"No Snivvi, I will not give you the goddamned book back! I have every right as you do to look at it!" Black said holding the book out of Severus's reach as he reached for it.

"Don't call me that! And you grabbed it from me! You could have at least asked jerkface!" Severus drew his wand and pointed it threateningly at Black.

"Jerkface? What the hell kind of insult is that?" Black mocked. "Put your wand away Snivvi, or you'll poke someone's eye out."

What the hell is wrong with him! He doesn't have a wand! If I jinx him he's defenceless. Maybe that's why he's being an ass… doesn't think I'll jinx him does he! He never cared if I had my wand or not! So why should I care if he dose?

Severus flicked his wand and Black went flying across the room and into the shelves along the wall. His impact broke the shelf and it and everything on it came crashing down on his head.

Silently casting accio on the book he remembered what Dumbledore had told him the other day.

Probably wasn't true, calling him names and grabbing things from him was no way to make him like him.

Black was an idiot, a pig headed idiotic Gryffindor jock with not a care in the world.

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Sirius heard the goblin move for Snape to leave and began slowly freeing himself from the mess of broken shelves. Minding the broken glass he picked up the sorting hat and brushed it off.

What had he been thinking?

Snape had a wand he didn't, Snape hated him, Snape would never hesitate to jinx him. He was just glad he suffered minimal damage from his crash and from Snape's spell. Had he really thought for even a second that Snape wouldn't jinx him; if he had he shouldn't have. Back when they were in school he had hexed and jinxed Snape mercilessly; if he could defend himself or not.

The hat yawned.

"What's your name boy." The hat asked.

"I'm hardly a boy hat! I'm in my thirties!" He told the hat outraged to be mistaken for a student.

"Well your name?"

"You sorted me!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Then put me on if you're not going to answer the question!" The hat sounded annoyed, could a hat even get annoyed?

Sirius obeyed the hat silently.

"Ah, Sirius Black, I remember you! First Gryffindor in the history of the Blacks. But maybe I was wrong…" The hats voice trailed off and Sirius felt as if he was back on the stool at his sorting so many years ago.

"What do you mean wrong…?" Sirius felt oddly panicked.

"Well I thought you would be good in Gryffindor, but it seems you didn't act very Gryffindorly. Quite a shame really…" the hat's voice trailed off again.

Sirius felt his frustration building, first Snape was hexing him now the hat was telling him that he wasn't a Gryffindor!

"You can see inside my head you know I didn't betray the Potters!" Sirius practically shouted.

"Oh not, you didn't do that. And now that you mention the Potters I don't think that boy should have gone to Gryffindor either, in retrospect he most certainly shouldn't have."

"You mean Harry?"

"No I mean James, quite the little bullies you two were. No wonder Pettigrew went bad with you two as friends." The hat seemed regretful.

"Peter was a little git! Me and James have nothing to do with why that treacherous traitor betrayed us!" Sirius actually did shout this time.

Snape must have been waiting for him, and must have heard because before the hat answered he came in looking annoyed.

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"Are you coming or are you going to shout at the hat all day?" Severus sneered.

"It said I shouldn't be in Gryffindor! And that James shouldn't either and that Peter going bad was our fault!" Black said in explanation.

"Imagine that being the rat had to go first for your werewolf outings would get you scared shitless and turned evil." Severus said sarcastically.

Severus watched with one eye brow raised as the hat whispered in Black's ear and Black's expression changed from outraged to jaw droppingly shocked.

"What!" He shouted.

"What now Black?" Severus asked glaring.

"It- the hat, it said…you… oh never mind it didn't say anything. Let's go…" The shock faded and Black looked rather lost.

"Right, I believe the squiggles are parseltoung, I went to moaning mrytals bathroom, the markings were carved all around the snake that marks the entrance; didn't your wonder boy say there were words there?" Severus got to the point but never failed to slip some insult into his comments.

"Right" Black said setting the hat down on the only still standing shelf "So how are we getting there?"

"The only way we can, you go as a dog I go as a muggle. We would just avaperate but you seemed to have lost your wand."

"Fine! Can we just go already?"

Severus nodded, transfiguring his black robes into muggle jeans, black t-shirt, black work boots and a hoodie he led the way down the stairs.

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Snape looked quite odd dressed as a muggle, and he looked the part. Sirius himself was a failure when it came to dressing as a muggle. He preferred to go as a dog if he had to venture into the muggle world. Snape also seemed familiar with all the muggle things they had encountered so far from subways to television screens. Odd for a death eater, even a spy death eater. In fact it was odd for anyone other then a muggle born. But he had gotten them onto the subway no problem so Sirius wasn't complaining. They had taken the Hogwarts express to London station then got on the muggle Subway. There they had to interpret black boxes with words on them that Snape called televisions. The subway was crowded and there was little room for the large black dog that was Sirius to move. Luckily their stop was next.

"Upminster station stop." A lady's voice said from nowhere.

Snape stood and Sirius followed him through the sea of people. Muggle's were quite strange. Some were talking into little boxes held up to their ears and others appeared to be talking to thin air! Snape led them outside the crowded station to a sign that read 'Bus Stop' followed by a few times. They waited for a few minutes until another large box showed up. Muggles were quite fond of boxes. This box he recognised as a Bus, Snape stepped on board and slid a few coins into a slot next to a fat muggle man. Snape found a seat and Sirius sat obediently at his side. At least he would get to see Harry! Even if he had to go on a wild goose chase with Snape.

What seemed like hours later Snape stood and they left the bus.

They came out on an average looking suburban street; the street name read Privet Drive. Snape led him to number four where he walked up and knocked on the door.

"Boy! Answer the door!" someone inside screeched.

"Yes aunt Petunia." Sirius's tail wagged happily when he heard his god son's voice.

The door swung open to reveal Harry in an oversized shirt and pants that looked like they would fall off at any moment.

"Professor?" Harry exclaimed.

"Who is it boy!" the same shrill voice asked loudly.

He didn't have the chance to answer as a fat boy with blond hair shoved him out of the way.

"Hey!" Harry shouted angrily as he fell to the floor.

"That means he's one of you, you're freaks!" The boy said waving his fist at Snape.

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This boy obviously had subnormal intelligence.

"Duddykinz! Come away from there!" Petunia was at the door in seconds, oh how he hated that women.

"Petunia, a pleasure as always." Severus said icily.

"Go away, we don't want ant anything to do with you freaks!" she shouted at him.

Merlin… she hasn't changed a bit… "Protest noted, now step aside."

"You're not coming in my house your crazy the lot of you!"

"Now Petunia, what's the point in angering two fully trained wizards?" Severus tried to reason.

"Two…?" She looked at Black who growled menacingly. To be honest Severus was surprised that he hadn't attacked the fat one the moment he shoved Harry.

"Yes, two. Now move, you'd hate to have your precious neighbourhood hear you conversing with freaks would you?"

She looked about ready to faint. But she stepped aside, she had an average intelligence but she was never particularly reasonable.

Severus stepped in and was followed by a rapidly transforming Black.

"Harry!" He exclaimed jumping on the fallen boy, and that was it for Petunia. She fainted.

Just then a fat man rattled the whole house as he ran down the stairs; well maybe rolled would be a better word. He highly doubted that the man had legs to run with under all that fat.

"Out! Both of you out! Convicts and wizards NOT ALLOWED!" He bellowed, his face was rapidly turning purple giving Severus the urge to laugh. He didn't, but it was the thought that counts.

Severus sighed inwardly, bloody hell. She had to go and marry a bowling ball with a thing against magic… "Oh shut it." Severus snapped at him not even bothering to do his usual underhand way of saying the exact same thing.

The man looked startled by his reaction. Potter laughed, Black helped the boy to his feet and started explaining things to the boy.

"Dad, who are they?" The fat boy asked, his cockiness replaced with fear.

"Good question, just who are you?" The fat man directed his question not at Black but at him. Black must have appered on muggle news as a convict, he however was completely unknown to the man.

Severus chose to ignore the question and join in with Black's conversation as he had finished explaining what had happened.

"So you want me to translate any parseltoung in this book?" Potter asked flipping through the book.

Severus nodded and Black grinned.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do."

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