Their lips crashed together and for the first time in his life, Sirius was in heaven. He moved his hands up into the dishevelled bronze hair of his partner as he felt said partner's hands on his back. He pulled the brown haired man closer, deepening the embrace. He felt the other man moan into his mouth.
Then the black haired man was pushed roughly to the ground by his partner, his lover. The brown haired man looked down upon Sirius was disgust and hatred on his handsome face.
"You killed them." He spat.
"No, I swear…" Sirius tried to explain, but he was cut off.
"You betrayed Lily and James and killed Peter!" the werewolf shrieked, looking terrifyingly mad.
"No! Peter is alive!"
"Don't lie to me Black!" The brown haired mad screamed, grabbing the front of Sirius' robes and pointing his wand at the man's face.
"Please, listen!" Sirius tried to plead, as the other man raised his wand. "No, please! No!"
Sirius woke with a start, still yelling at the empty shack he was staying in. As his racing heartbeat began to slow, he raised his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes blearily.
It had been a dream.
All a dream.
But, still. It had seemed so real. In a way, it still did. It seemed so real because surely the man hated him. Surely he'd never want to see Sirius again. He might even want to hurt him.
The black haired man shook his head and opened his eyes again. Not wanting to think of the prospect of being hated by someone he loved for something that he didn't do.
Something he didn't do. He was innocent of the crime. Sirius stood up and began pacing the broken, old shack. He never did anything to hurt James or Lily.
However, he had in fact intended to kill Pettigrew.
It was Pettigrew who got them into this mess. Pettigrew that had betrayed James and Lily and it was Pettigrew that had blown half a muggle street up; killing twelve muggles and severing is own finger. Then he ran away, to the sewers to live amongst the other vermin and Sirius was left to take the blame.
The black haired man kicked the old bed in frustration and anger. It didn't help his situation; however, it felt as if he might have broken his toe.
Swearing, he hopped back to sit on the bed.
Suddenly, he heard a shrill mew, so quiet he almost didn't catch it.
He stood up; eyes fixed on where he thought the sound had come from, the door.
Making a split second decision, he transformed into the big black dog.
Padfoot sniffed the air; he could smell an animal just beyond the door. As far as he could tell, it was no threat to him.
He jumped slightly as a rather large, ginger cat with a squashed looking face came squeezed through the door of the room.
The black dog stayed still, looking at the cat as the latter did the same. The cat looked him up and down before taken a tentative step forwards. Still, Padfoot stayed immobile. He didn't want to scare this cat. There was something different about it.
The cat stayed where it was for what seemed like an eternity. He didn't seem to trust Padfoot. Almost as if the cat knew that Padfoot wasn't really a dog.
Then, with no warning, the cat turned round. With its' bottle brush tail in the air, it sprinted out the door.
It took Sirius a couple of moments to realise what had happened. He transformed back into his human form and sat on the bed, thinking about the strange cat.
The next day the cat returned, it returned two more times after that and soon it Padfoot had gained its' trust.
Padfoot learned that this cat is extremely intelligent. It could sense that there was something a little bit human about the dog and it told him of another creature that had this slightly human quality. Sirius pressed upon this piece of information and found that the cat, Crookshanks belonged to a Gryffindor third year and he friend was the boy who owned the rat. And this rat was the creature Crookshanks had mentioned. It was also Peter Pettigrew.
Padfoot had to stop himself from barking loudly with excitement at now having an ally inside the castle.
When the cat left he hatched a plan. He needed to do it. He needed to break into Gryffindor Tower.