This was originally becoming a one-shot, but it fit so wonderfully into my Melody of Roses!
Nope, I'm not Rowling (Mada mada) I'm still just The Artful Fox aka Padfoot, who writes fanfictions all the time
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The Night of the Full Moon
The next days went past. Bellatrix had been staying at their house, and would do so all of Christmas. She followed Sirius as a hawk. No peace. She smiled every time she saw him. One big grin that would make him feel small and naughty.
He hated the feelings she gave him. He felt unsafe and unsure. And every time she spoke to him she used "Little Sirius", even though he was as tall as her.
He'd lost his temper in font of her at least twice if not more, and he couldn't stand it much longer. His father was often away, and he suspected that it had something to do with that night, but he didn't dare to ask. He was afraid. The days just went past. Closer and closer to the full moon.
Sirius Black sat in the living room, trying to read. He didn't really focus on the words, but something he had caught up from the lines.
"I can't get out" said the starling "I can't get out"
Just like himself, he couldn't get out either. He was locked up, here in this house, surrounded by people who hated him. "I can't get out" he muttered. And when he read, his thoughts often ran away to his fellow Marauders.
James, if he knew that Sirius was an eager reader, he wouldn't believe it. Or at least laugh very hard. What would James say if Sirius told him that he played the piano?
There it was again, he was thinking about his friends. It just made his longing more intense. He hated to be here. Here, in this old house, full of pureblood lovers, that only thought of themselves, and how nice it was to have pure blood. Just like being royal.
Well, if this was royalty, then he would have done better without it.
He looked down at his book again. What would Remus say if he saw me reading? 'Well done Sirius?' Or: 'I didn't know you could read?' Maybe: 'I didn't know we had so much in common?'
He smiled. Remus was full of friendship, but was a little ironic when it came to his friends. "Trying to make us work, and becoming more quiet and proper" he muttered, looking out of the window. The rain was pouring heavily.
His brother was walking past the corner to the gate, and his father was already opening the door.' Trouble' was the only word Sirius could think of before he heard something tap on the window beside him.
He turned around, and there he saw an owl. "Those white feathers" It belonged to James, no doubt about it. He opened the window, and took the letter from its leg. He stroke it over its wings, and it left, as sudden as it came.
Dear Mr. Padfoot
It's full moon to night, and my foot still isn't healed. I have to tell you that I'm not strong enough for this night's event alone. Wormtail is of no use in this matter, so I need you to be here. Can you try to come? Well you Must come, or I'll have great problems. I can't do this all alone. Please mate, figure out something. See you by midnight.
Mr. Prongs
Sirius hesitated for a moment. Go out to night. Should he ask? Or could he manage to sneak out with out anyone noticing it? He leaned back, so the dark hairs slide away from his handsome face. This would be a hard decision.
Every year his family became even more enemies for him. And him for them, he thought, while listening to the rain hitting the window.
"Sirius" a voice said, and he jumped out in surprise, so his book fell to the floor. "Regulus" he said. "I didn't see you right now" he said while picking up the book "just in?" he asked, even when he knew the answer.
"Yeah, and you should know because I noticed that you saw me, brother" he said the last word in a manner that underlined the fact that Regulus didn't want to be the little brother of Sirius.
"Aren't you the clever one?" he said, getting to his feet. "Sorry, brother" he said in the same cool manner, "I have things to do, see you later I guess" he said, starting to walk past his brother.
"So you're in a hurry, eh? Shouldn't have anything with the letter from James, if I could be so bold to ask?" he smiled at Sirius who had stopped. "Still acting smart?" he asked, and started to walk- "It's none of your concern little brother" he said, and was about to leave the room when Regulus spoke again.
"Heading for the Potters? I just have to warn you Sirius, we're having guests for dinner, so you should be around by then" Regulus turned away, walking over to find a book himself, in one of the large shelves on the other side of the room.
"You better be here brother, or father will get angry at you again" Sirius left.
He knew of course that Regulus was right, if they even got guests he had to be there. If he wasn't his father would go out searching for him, and when he was found… it wouldn't be pleasant to be him.
He had to send a letter to James, telling that he couldn't come. His father would kill him if he ran away before a family dinner.
He walked up to his room again, entered, and automatically turned the key around. He sat down by his desk, dipped his feather and began:
Dear Mr. Prongs
I'm sorry, but I can't come. I hope you'll be alright. We're having guests for dinner, so it would be too difficult and risky to go. I'm sorry,
Mr. Padfoot
Luckily his father hadn't taken away his owl yet, so he tied it to the thin leg, and sent it out in the grey day. The rest of the day, he continued reading, until Kreature appeared. "Young master, it is dinner" Sirius stood up, and began on his way down.
The Malfoys had come and sat around the table, when Sirius entered. He slipped down on his chair on his fathers right. He tried not to look at Orion Black or at Regulus who was smiling triumphing.
They both knew that Sirius wouldn't have been there if Regulus hadn't told him about it. The dinner was served, and the normal dinner talk began. Sirius didn't take part, just listened. It was often politics that was discussed, and that was the case today as well.
"The ministry won't be a problem for the dark lord" Mr. Black said. "It might be now. That's why he's waiting, he's gaining power first, and not only power. He's looking for followers." Mr. Malfoy said.
"We should follow him, and get rid of the muggles. Imagine a world where wizards rules. Where we don't need to hide" Mr. Malfoy continued. "A place where our children could grow up, not needing to hide their powers or be together with unworthy mudblood."
Mr. Black nodded in agreement, but Sirius couldn't keep his mouth shot anymore. "Then what should we do? Kill everyone?" he asked. "Sit down Sirius" his father requested. "There are hardly anyone that are purebloods anymore. What's the point in murdering people just because they're not born into an old fashioned world, where everyone thinks they're royal!?"
"Sirius, sit down" his father said. Sirius, hadn't even noticed that he had stood up. Mr. Malfoy smirked "Wait Orion, I want to hear what Sirius thinks about this" then he turned to the boy.
"You think that muggles are worth the same as us?" he smiled sweetly. "Yes, why shouldn't they be? A lot of muggles are even born with magical powers. You don't need to be a pureblood to be a great wizard. The best student in my year is muggleborn"
Sirius stared his uncle right into his eyes. "I just don't see why we have to be so much greater than them. I know a lot of nice muggles and I know a lot of bad purebloods, I would rather be one of them than being a Slytherin"
Orion stood up. White in his face. "Come with me boy" he half lifted half jerked Sirius after him and out in the hallway. They could all hear them shout at each other, before they heard a door close.
Why hadn't he just shut up? Why did he always have to say what he meant? His father wouldn't punish him while the Malfoys were still here, but once they left he would be in deep water.
He lay down on his bed, looking out of his window. He saw a black bird fly towards him. It came closer and closer, and he saw his best friend fly his broom, headed for his window. His closed window.
A loud "dunk" was heard and next thing James was falling down in the garden. "James!" Sirius yelled in shock, and opened the window so the rain blew in.
"I'm fine" James shouted up to Sirius. "Idiot! What are you doing here?" Sirius whispered angrily. "I told you I couldn't do it alone" James grinned, and commanded his broom up to Sirius window, and slide elegantly inside. He was soaking wet, but pleased with himself.
"You stupid…" Sirius sighed, but smiled. He leaned out of the window to see if James had done some damage. He had. The roses under his window were crushed. His mothers' roses! He looked over at James, who'd been scratched up by the thorns.
"Are you alright?" he asked, not wanting to blame James for something, even though his mother wouldn't be happy about this. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine" James smirked. "You just have to come with me, and everything will be alright"
Sirius hesitated. After the incident from before, he wasn't sure this was a great idea, but of course, he had to come along. "Of course" he grinned "but I haven't got my broom". James looked over at his. "Jump on" he said, and so Sirius did.
They ride in the night. The full moon would soon appear. "Hurry Prongsie" Sirius yelled true the wind. The broom speeded even more, and it seemed they would reach it, but then:
A howl. A werewolf's howls true the night. "oh no" Sirius whispered, but James lost his concentration over the broom and they started to spin and was headed against the ground. "James!" Sirius yelled desperately, but James didn't manage to take control fast enough.
They hit a tree and Sirius fell of, he landed heavily, and didn't want to ever move again. Another howl in the night, Remus was out there somewhere or perhaps even another werewolf.
Where was James? Sirius sat up his body acing all over, but he managed to stand too, with a little help from a tree. Where was he? "Prongsie?" Sirius called weakly. He didn't dare to shout.
There was no answer, so he decided to search around for him. Another howl echoed true the night and it felt to Sirius like the werewolf was coming closer. He quickly transformed into a big black dog. He became Padfoot.
He laid his black, wet nose to the ground and tried to sort out James' smell. What if he was hurt? Could he transform? He walked to the right, hoping find his best friend.
Sirius had been wandering for about a fifteen minutes and there were still no sign of James. He was about to become very frustrated, confused and overwhelmed by it all when he saw him, or rather smelled him.
He barked and ran over to him, but before he reached him a shadow of something appeared and Sirius could smell it at once. A werewolf, but it was not Remus. He'd been right about that.
It walked towards James. The boy was lying there, unconscious with only a dog to protect him. And that was exactly what Sirius did.
He threw himself forwards against the wolf. Sirius was a quite large dog, but the werewolf was much bigger. At least he got its attention away from James. He bit the werewolf in one of the feet, but was hit by a huge paw and sent right into a tree.
He whimpered, and tried to get up as the werewolf came towards him. Finally he managed to get to his feet again, and run. The werewolf followed but was faster than Sirius who was exhausted.
Once again he was laid to the ground, trying to get up, while the wolf was over him. He bit his foot again, and was thrown away, rolling on the ground. Sirius didn't manage to move anymore. He just lay there.
James Potter had just woken up seeing what was happening. He felt terrible, but this wasn't the time to think about that. Sirius was a dog, so he was in no position of getting bit, but he was hurt, and James had to hurry.
He transformed, standing all still. If you're not attacking a werewolf like Sirius just did it wouldn't harm you, as long as you are an animal, that is. The wolf moved passed him and disappeared again.
James waited a bit, and then ran over to Sirius as fast as his hurting body could manage. "Sirius!" he yelled. The dog opened its eyes. James wasn't sure but he thought Sirius grinned. "Hallo Prongsie. I see you're alive" he joked.
"Sirius" James sighed. "Thanks, mate" the dog tried to get to his feet, but it didn't work. James transformed back and looked around. To his great surprise his broom was lying just a meter away from him.
"Do you manage to transform back?" he asked his best friend as he picked up the broom. Sirius concentrated. Slowly he began to transform. He looked miserable. He had a scratch on his chin blood was dripping from a cut on his hand, and much more.
Sirius clutched his hand. "Let's get home" he muttered.
The flight home was very silent, and felt quick. When they finally reached Sirius' home, they discovered that the window was closed. "Oh no!" Sirius sighed, as they landed in the garden. "The door is probably locked, I'll have to knock" Sirius whispered sadly.
"Will you be OK?" James asked worried. "Yeah, just go home. Bye James" unwillingly James took of from the ground and flew away.
Sirius hesitated, but knocked on the door, quite hard. His mother didn't sleep very hard so she would probably wake up. And she did. Not long after the door was opened and Mrs. Black yelled "Where in the world have you been?" but stopped when she eyed him.
"What have happened to you?" she pulled him inside, and down in the kitchen. "Poor boy! What have you been doing this time?" she asked giving him a dejected look. "I…" Sirius couldn't speak.
He hadn't thought his mother would actually care, so he had no good excuse. She found a teapot and filled it up with warm water. She dipped a towel in the water and began to clean his cuts.
He bit his teeth together, and tried not to look at her. "We've been worried, Sirius!" she said a bit angry. "Your father is out looking for you. I have to send him an owl, and you're going strait to bed." She said and began to find a feather, ink and parchment.
"Tomorrow I expect a full explanation on where you were. And No lies Sirius" she said angry. "Go to bed, my boy"
Sirius did what she said. How could he do anything else? She was actually acting nice, for the first time in many years.
