This story is the sequel to Padfoot Returns - please read that one before this one, or this might seem very strange!

'Padfoot's Revenge'

Harry was in his room deciding how to arrange it. He had decided to have a royal blue carpet with light yellow walls. There was already some furniture in there, but he had decided he would move it around. He picked up the desk with a charm and tried to move it towards the window. It moved silently across the room, untill harry thought of something else. He lost his concentration from the desk, and it fell to the floor with a large thud. 'Oops' he thought, as he tried lifting the desk up again. It rose three foot off the ground and continued towards the window. As it was in mid-air, someone opened the door behind him.

'What was that,' he said. Harry turned around and saw Sirius standing in the doorway. Then he heard another thud that meant that the desk had hit the floor again. Sirius rolled his eyes. 'Ahh, so you've been trying move the desk with magic,' he said. 'Harry, do remember that you're not allowed to use magic out of school for another two and a half years.'

'Yeah, but it's not the holidays,' replied Harry.

'Anyway, let's go and have some dinner shall we?' Sirius smiled and left. Harry turned his attention back to his desk, but barely a second after, a burst of server pain shot across his forehead, just like it had when he was fighting Quirrell in the first year. His head felt as if it was just going to explode. He sank to his knees. He closed his eyes as tightly as he could, hoping it was just a thought, but as he did he keeled over onto his side. He lay there; eyes wide open, staring up to the ceiling, motionless, unconscious.

* * *

Sirius, Hermione and Ron walked into the dining room. 'I'm going to go and get Harry,' Hermione said, walking out again. She went up the stairs and over to Harry's door. She knocked and walked in. 'Harry, it's diner tim…' she stopped dead in her tracks. Her jaw hung open, as if the top and bottom were repelling magnets. She stared at Harry, who was lying motionless. Eventually she slowly tiptoed across to him and whispered Harry? She heard a cold laugh, not one that she'd heard before .She took a deep breath, shaking violently, looked up, gasped and feinted.

* * *

Sirius and Ron sat at the table, staring at the four plates of Roast chicken, Roast potato vegetables and gravy all waiting to be eaten. 'Oh, for goodness sake,' Sirius exclaimed after two minutes of silence. 'Why don't you begin Ron.' As Sirius said this, he immediately picked up his knife and fork and started to eat. He chewed his first bit of chicken and choked. Sirius, who had been looking down at his food, looked up at Ron who was now choking madly. Sirius jogged round the table to where Ron was sitting and slapped him on the back. A large piece of un-chewed chicken came flying out of Ron's mouth along with some of his lunch. Sirius magiked a bucket infront of him where he continued to vomit. Coughing and spluttering, he said thank you.

'C'm on,' offered Sirius, leading Ron into the living room. 'You can lie down on the sofa. I'll be down in a moment; I'm just going up to check on Harry and Hermione. There hasn't been a sound there since Hermione went up.' With that, he left Ron on the sofa with a bucket beside him, and went up the stairs. He knocked on Harry's door but there was no answer. He turned the handle, but it was locked. 'Harry, Hermione,' he called, but there was no answer again. 'Harry, come on, supper's getting cold and Ron's been sick all over the dining room. Harry?' There was no reply yet again, but there was a rustling sound from inside the bedroom. 'HARRY! Come on, I know you're in there. Hermione too. Your sensible,' he half shouted through the door, with urgency in his voice. He heard a snigger from inside, but he knew that it wasn't Harry's snigger. This was squeaky, and he supposed that it wasn't Hermione's because this sounded masculine. Sirius was getting urgent. Someone was in there sniggering at him, and Harry and Hermione weren't responding to him. He didn't know what to do. He didn't have a wand, he couldn't make the door disappear or apparate inside the room. Aha, he thought, and ran downstairs to get Ron's wand, but he had gone. No trace of him except from a bit of red hair and the bucket. Sirius' eyes widened as far as they could go. He ran through to the kitchen and the dining room, but he wasn't there. He decided on a muggle trick. He ran upstairs again, and ran towards the door. He hit it, and the whole doorframe came flying down. A whole load of dust went flying every where, just like it would in a muggle house, when he remembered that he bought it from muggles, therefore it was a muggle house. He stumbled, trying to keep his balance, when he heard a squeak. He recognised this squeak at once. It was the noise that a rat made. And he knew at once what the rat who made this noise, was no ordinary rat. Sirius waited a couple of seconds for the dust to clear, when he saw the outline of three bodies. Two were lying on the floor, probably dead, and another, slightly larger, standing up staring at him.

He coughed and said 'Hiya Sirius,' in a very cheerful voice, one that he hadn't heard for many years. It was the voice that belonged to that weak, baby who he had saved from being beaten up by Snape at Hogwarts.

'Go to hell Peter,' Sirius exclaimed in a very cold voice. 'Go to hell where you deserve to be. You killed Lily and James. You ruined mine and Harry's lives. You ruined, hundred's of people's lives.' T+he dust had begun to settle and Sirius could see a large cheeky grin forming on Peter's face.

'Yes,' he said I a sheepish voice. 'Hey, I know, could I ask you a little favour?' he asked

'A Favour!' shouted Sirius crumpling his face, 'A Favour!' he repeated. 'A Favour!

F-for you! Why the HELL would I do a favour for YOU, you slimy git.'

'Tut tut, temper temper. Now, what I wanted you ask you is…'

'NEVER!' Sirius screeched, steam gushing out of his ears (well not really, it just sounds cool).

'No, no, no, no, no! Come! Come to the dark side. I was like you before I turned to the dark side. And look what I've become!' Peter sang, raising his arms.

'A slimy git, who looks ugly?' Sirius asked frowning.

'No, no, no, no, no!' he sang again. 'The greatest weapon of all time, Voldermort. He cannot be defeated. Not even by Harry Potter! Ha ha ha ha ha!' Peter seemed to have had too much to drink and got pissed, but he immediately became sober again.

'I'm going to let you live Sirius. Barely, but I will. I can't kill you because you're worth too much to Lord Voldermort.' Peter stretched out his hands infront of himself and set a curse as Sirius lunged at Peter. The curse and Sirius met in mid-air, and Sirius fell to the ground with a thud.