Sirius
My Dorrie, my lovely, lovely Dorrie. She still loved me, wanted to protect me and thought of me as her brother. I am a really awful brother. First to Regulus then James and Remus and P-P-P, him and now to Dorrie. I wonder again if now is the right time to show myself but feel that I have lost the nerve. Partially because Mad-Eye has been here and he didn't trust me so it would be best not to show him that I'm here.
The next day I am up bright and early and desperate for a walk. So I do the obvious thing and make as much noise as possible: barking loudly, knocking things over and when those didn't work: yanking the covers of her bed. She woke up with a yelp of surprise at the sudden cold and glared at me; I gave her puppy-dog eyes and ran around in circles. She growled but took pity on me.
"Fine, fine. Just let me get dressed and I'll take you out."
I bark happily and run back down the stairs, then sit patiently at the door while she gets dressed.