Chapter 2:

Harry couldn't tell you whether life had gotten worse or better since the day that Rose had been sent away. Of course he missed his sister and he was sure that the letter's would stop coming sooner or later, but Harry prayed that it would be later.

You see, the letters served as a distraction from Harry's wrongdoings. It also sent his dear Uncle into fits of paranoia, which entertained Harry to no end. The plump man had been driven to sitting on the porch with an aluminum baseball bat to ward off the owl's that, Harry had found, were delivering the letters. But the wierd thing was that the owls didn't leave after delivering said letters, but instead took to perching on the rooftops, fences, and cars on or near the house. It was as if the nocturnal birds were awaiting a response, and would not leave empty handed...clawed.

"Those blasted creatures won't be delivering any messages today, no siree." Uncle Vernon puffed cockily, bat in hand. THe black haired boy could barely holding in his snicker as the plump man came waddling into the house as fast as he could in order to avoid the talons of the now diving owls. As soon as the door was closed behind the screaming man another letter floated into the mail slot and onto the floor, screaming for Harry to take it and run. Unfortunately Aunt Petunia snatched the letter up immediately and threw it into the fireplace, looking down her thin nose at the boy, as if his mind had been screaming soo loudly she could hear it to.

"A young lady such as yourself should not slouch." Rose winced as Aunt Marge hit her in the back of the head with a fly swatter. "Bad posture results in a bad back." The fat woman hadn't lied when she told her brother that she would turn her into a proper young lady.

Rose rolled her eyes and rubbed her head, but didn't argue with her Aunt. She knew that it would get her nowhere and at that point she wanted as little attention drawn to herself as possible. Rose fingered the screwdriver that she had confiscated from a drawer in the kitchen while she was making breakfast for Auntie Marge. Her evil smirk went unnoticed by the plump lady.

"I suppose it's no use trying to teach you anything though. Your parents were the same way. Always doing things their own way, breaking the rules and such. Their recklessness is what killed them in the end."

"I'm sure you're right." Rose said not really agreeing.

"Of course I am." She turned to Rose with her I'm-better-then-you look. "And don't think that I don't know what you really want to say to me." She grabbed Rose by the hair and tugged on it. "I should grind you up into little tiny pieces and feed you to my babies." Of course, Rose knew that she meant her bulldogs and not actual children. They were vicious little creatures. "Now go to your room before I decide to follow through with my plan."

Rose gladly obeyed, being sure to keep the screwdriver hidden away. As soon as she was in her room she heard the door lock behind her...and lock again a second later. Apparently after Rose figured out how to pick the first lock Aunt Marge got smart and added another lock that the clever girl couldn't reach.

She sat on her bed with a sigh and waited five minutes, listening for Marjorie's retreating footsteps, before rushing to the window to unscrew the bars. Of course her Uncle would warn his sister to do such a thing. Rose would never stay at such a dispicable place of her own free will. Her Aunt just proved to be much dumber then her Uncle Vernon, which was quite the surprise.

Finally after half an hour of unscrewing the bars fell to the floor with a rather thunderous bang. Rose quickly opened the window and jumped before her Aunt could react to the loud noise. She was grateful that she had a ground floor bedroom, actually she was more grateful that she even had a bedroom. It sure beat the cold little closet she used to sleep in. But not even a bedroom would keep her living in such a place, and before she knew it she was being tailed by ten or so bulldogs. Rose didn't think she ever ran so fast in her life. She ran past the giant guarden and several more sleeping dogs before she made it to a fence. She hadn't planned to get this far but wasn't going to give up. At first she tried to scale the fence but was too short. Even jumping only got her three forths of the way to the top. The barking was getting closer and closer and Rose was getting more and more skittish. She knew that her Aunt's dogs hated her and she also knew that getting bit by one of them was very painful.

Then she spotted a tree next to the wall and sped towards it. She could barely make out that there was a branch that layed right at the top of the fence, which would make it easy to climb over. She grabbed onto the lowest branch, but squeeked as it gave way under her weight sending her to the ground. She cried out in pain as she twisted her ankle as she landed and then again when the closest dog sunk its canines into her arm. She closed her eyes waiting for the rest of the dogs to attack, but was surprised when she opened her eyes to find that several owls were diving out of the tree towards the bulldogs. They turned tail and ran yapping along the way. She realised at that point that the dog that had latched onto her arm was still there and had started shaking its head back and forth as if it were trying to rip her arm clean off. Choking cries escaped her as she tried to detach the violent creature.

And as if it had heard her cries, a giant black dog emerged from the tree as well and bit down on the smaller dog's hind quarters and began dragging it away. But the smaller canine didn't release and began dragging Rose with them until his teeth finally slipped off her arm creating scratchlike marks that began bleeding profusely.

Rose was too shaken to move at that point and settled for tearing a piece of cloth from the dress she had been forced to wear, and tying it around her arm. The cloth was already dripping when the giant dog returned for what Rose could only guess was its second meal.

So it was a real surprise when the dog began to whimper and lick at the wound. Rose petted the animal shakily and cried out in surprise when the dog forced her onto its back and jumped over the fence in one giant leap.

"Sirius!" A voice in the darkness scolded and Rose woundered if it was the dogs owner. "What are you doing?"

A very scruffy looking man with scars on his face appeared out of the darkness. He was wearing a black robe that made it even harder to see him.

The dog dropped Rose off his back and before she could defend the dogs actions, said dog began to change. Her eyes grew wide and scared as the dog took the form of a man. The only thing that entered the girls mind was werewolf and she stood up and backed away slowly. "I was doing someone else's job!" The black dog yelled.

Rose took off running. That was enough for her. She was free from her Aunt and she didn't need anything stopping her from getting Harry out of the hell he was living in. The loss of blood was probably making her a little delusional anyways. Actually now that she thought about it, her ankle should have been killing her. She must have been running on adrenaline, because she made it about three blocks before she finally started to feel a slight throbbing. She slowed down a little after that and sat down on a curb in the light of a street lamp. The pain was getting worse and she knew she shouldn't have been running on it let alone walking, but something about those two men by the wall gave her goose bumps. She sat there for at least five minutes when she heard the sound of wings in the air above her, and when she looked up she caught sight of an envelope floating gently downwards. And as if it was compelled by magic it landed neatly in her lap. The envelope was addressed to her and she recognized the seal on the front at once. It was the same letter that Harry had gotten. She opened it ferociously and began crying happily when she read her name.

"Are you in pain?" She jumped at the sound of the too near voice. When she looked up she saw the same man that had changed from a dog not ten minutes earlier squatting in front of her with a worried look.

She did the only thing she could. She nodded.

"Let me take a look at that." He gestured to her arm. Rose hadn't really felt the pain in her arm until then. Apparently this man didn't know about her ankle. "Episky." The wounds on her arm stopped hurting immediatly and she took the makeshift bandage off to inspect the injury.

The skin was completely wound free. No scars or anything. "Magic?"

"Yes." She looked up at the man and realized how friendly he appeared.

"Are you a wizard?" The man nodded in confirmation. "Can you heal this?" She showed him her ankle and looked at her in surprise.

"You ran on this?" It was Rose's turn to nod. The scruffy man waved his wand and her ankle retreated back to its normal size. "That's the last time I'm letting you do something so reckless." He stood up and held out his hand to her.

"And who are you to say that to me?" She challenged. Appalled that a total stranger would say such a thing.

Sirius grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "I'm Sirius Black, but you can call me Sirius. I, young lady, am your godfather."

Tears stung Rose's eyes as she became angry. "What?"

"I'm your godfather."

Rose shoved his hand away. "Godfather?"

"I don't remember stuttering."

"Really?" She glared at him. "Well, I don't remember you at all." She looked lost. "How can you say such a thing after all that I've had to grow up with? Where were you when my Aunt and Uncle beat me and my brother for burning our first meal? And where were you when Dudley pushed me to the ground and punched Harry across the face? Where were you when I was being separated from my only friend and twin to live with someone who isn't even a blood relation?" Rose couldn't see through the tears. "I know they might sound like little things to you..."

"I'm sorry Rose." She cried harder at the use of her name. Nobody but Harry had ever used her name without malice. "I haven't been here for you when I should have been. I can't forgive myself for the pain you and Harry have been through, but I escaped Azkaban to be with the both of you. I only wish that you will come to think of me as a father."

"Azkaban?"

"I'll explain everything later. If you'll let me." Rose looked at him unsurely, but realized how much more gentle and kind he was compared to his Aunt and Uncle. She could give this man a chance.

Rose nodded. "Alright, lets go get your brother, shall we." It was the happiest thing she had heard in a week.

'We're coming Harry.'

(-B Long and drawn out.....Let me know what you think. I can only write better if I get your opinions. :D Enjoy B-)