A/N Review! Pretty please with a cherry and chocolate syrup on top!

Sorry if it's kinda Americanized, I, obviously, don't live there.

I just want to clarify that this is not a Sirius/Lily fanfic.

Disclaimer: If I was JKR, I wouldn't be writing a disclaimer to begin with.

Chapter 1 Review

"Umm, Sirius, care to explain why you have a dead bird on your desk?" questioned James.

Chapter 2

Sirius P.O.V. (A/N I'm a girl and all my guy friends live far away so if it sounds weird, sorry.)

"Huh? Oh," realizing what my friend was talking about, "no reason." I don't know why, but I didn't really want to tell my friends about last night just yet. I was actually planning on going back to that spot at the next full moon because I have a feeling the leopards live around there.

"Okay then…anyways…."and he was off talking about what he should do for Lily, whom he had a crush on since first year and been in love with since the year previous, for Valentines Day on Friday. (A/N A lot of people make him in love with her 1st year, but that's 6th grade, people! I like mine better where it's 10th)I tuned him out like I usually do when he starts going off on how amazing Lily is. Personally, I think Remus, our werewolf best-friend and fellow Marauder, and I know more about Lily Evans than even herself. Sometimes it's amusing, but it can also get annoying, like right now for example, he hasn't touched any of his food because he's been staring at her all breakfast and he needs his energy for the Quidditch match today. Thankfully it's against Hufflepuff and they suck.

Fast forward to the full moon…

After Remus had gotten tired and went to sleep, James and Peter went to bed while I ran into the forest, trying to remember where I had gone. All I remembered was that I followed the bird and saw a lot of trees. I guess that's kind of obvious though considering this is a forest after all. Whatever. I'm not stupid, honest. I'm actually always in the top 4 of every class. It's always me, James, Remus, and Lily. Well actually in Charms, James is replaced by Alice Soon-To-Be-Longbottom and in Potions he's also bumped to 5th by Snivellus. Oh yeah, and in Transfiguration Lily is moved down to 5th by Amos Diggory. Fine so the four of us are somewhere in the top five of each class, happy? Anyway what was I doing? Right, looking for the leopards. Ah ha! Oops, I think I woke up the mom and she does not look like she's in a good mood. Oh wait, she recognizes me.

"Hello," I barked. You see, magical animals, animagi, and werewolves, can communicate in whatever language they use no matter what. It's actually quite cool.

"Hello, thank you for helping my son last month," purred the mom. (A/N Leopards purr, she's not flirting!!)

Ooh, yay, she's magical! I can have a new friend!

"Oh, no problem, but I didn't really do much," I said

"I don't think you understand. You see, my son was hit by a curse from a Hogwarts student and momentarily has lost the ability to speak magically. I only knew he was in danger from your smell. I'm used to the smell of hyena, but I have never come across a dog before and thought you might be a predator. So, thanks," meowed the cat.

"Well, that makes sense I haven't been in the forest as a dog before," I replied.

"You are animagi?" she questioned.

"Yeah, I go to Hogwarts," I informed her. "Oh hey, maybe I know the kid who cursed…umm what did you say your sons name was?"

"I didn't but his name is Evan and you may call me FiercePaw, you were saying?" she asked.

"Cool, I'm Padfoot, well that's my nickname. Oh yeah, I was going to ask if you had caught his name or remember what he looked like and I could get a little revenge if you like?"

"Actually I did, his name was Severus and he had really greasy looking hair," FiercePaw said.

"Snape? Well, this is going to be fun, my friends and I hate him," I explained.

After chatting a bit more, FiercePaw excused herself saying she better go find some breakfast for Evan and herself before he wakes up, as he could not hunt yet.

"What about his dad?" I asked cautiously sensing I was walking on ice.

"I'm the only family Evan has," she said not really answering the question.

Guessing it was probably a sore subject I tried to lighten the mood a little, "What about me? Can I be the cool, dog uncle? You know I'll keep bugging you until you say yes…"

"Your coming back? Don't you have better things to do then keep a freak company?" she said somewhat bitterly. I had a feeling this was more about her than me being Evan's uncle.

"Of course I am, I have to visit my sis and my nephew!" I said incredulously.

FiercePaw gave in, but then told me she really did have to get breakfast and she climbed up a tree and was out of sight.

Over the rest of March and April, I visited often and became really close to Evan and FiercePaw. I learned Evan wasn't actually her real son but that she had come across him one day and had sort of adopted him since his father had died and his mother had left. Also, she had a sister and a soon-to-be-brother-in-law who hated her and parents who lived somewhere in England. In turn, she learned I had dis-owned my blood-relations, but was basically adopted by one of my best-friends. To me, my family is who I can be real around, not who I'm related to.

"It's not a lot of people, but they're the only people I really care about. It's like…I call Prong's parents Mum and Dad and then Moony and Prongs are like my brothers. And of course I consider you a sister and Evan my nephew." I explained.

"I get it, like, my family would be my parents, as well my parents, Evan as my son, and you as my brother, right?" she figured.

"Yep," thrilled that she had called me her brother because I thought she considered us more as friends. I knew she'd tell me sooner or later and that it wasn't bad, but I knew she was keeping something big from me.

Nearing the end of May I was going on the now familiar trail when I heard whimpering. I started to rush, hoping it wasn't Evan or FiercePaw. I found a trail of blood and started following. What I saw made me feel like I was either going to throw up, start crying, or go kill someone.

FiercePaw was lying motionless, covered in blood, a pack of 9 or 10 hyenas advancing on Evan who she had been obviously defending. I felt the anger surge through me, how dare they kill my sister? How dare they try to take my nephew, too?