A/N: Things take a slightly darker turn in this chapter, something odd happens to Harry's scar. Okay, chocolate goes to: Audiaa, (Sirius stays humorous through most of the story and it is set during the summer after the GOF) krystal, herm, Demon_Child, Narnia, bookworm, and Dark Crystal!

Disclaimer: not mine- Harry, Sirius, the Dursleys, etc. mine- Telepathics, Sirius Stew, the spells I think up, and my VCR!

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Sirius: WHAT!!!! You can't be serious!

Whisperer: No that's you, and I'm not kidding. (Holds up large black stew pot big enough for Padfoot)

Sirius: Oh, come on guys no flames, please! You don't want me to become a person's dinner!

Whisperer: Be quiet, this is the good part, nice ending place.

Sirius: Fine, pass the popcorn, please.

CHAPTER 3: PILFERING PRIVET DRIVE



If anyone had looked outside their window at Privet Drive around 10:30 that night they would have seen a large black dog and a 14 year old boy looking under the Dursleys' welcome mat for something, a key to the house.

Once inside Harry and Sirius started searching for the letter, after a few minutes and no luck Sirius began to worry, it was late and the Dursleys would be home soon.

"Harry, go get me your wand, we need to save time," He said glancing out the window for any sign of a car.

Harry darted off and returned a few seconds later with his wand, "Here it is."

Sirius took it, and muttered something, and the next thing Harry knew every letter from every nook and cranny in the house came zooming toward them. It was a rather large and untidy pile. "Dais!" Sirius said flicking the wand at the pile. The letters quickly divided themselves in to neat little stacks according to the year they were received. They found 'the letter' easily, just as the sound of a car pulling into the drive way could be heard.

"Oh no," Harry gasped.

Sirius sent the letters back, with the exception of 'the letter,' transformed, jumped through a window on his way to head off the Dursleys. The next thing Harry heard was some very serious growling, and his Aunt screaming,

"Vernon, do something!"

Harry would have liked to stick around, and see how his less-then-fit Uncle dealt with a very fast Padfoot, but that was out of the question. Grabbing his wand, he sneaked out the back, around the neighbor's house, and gave a sharp whistle that made Padfoot stop growling, and run to him.

"Will this ever end?" Aunt Petunia sighed.

"Mad dog, must been infected with rabies," remarked Uncle Vernon.

"Thank goodness our little Ditty Duddy Darling wasn't here tonight."

"I hope that dog finds its way to Mrs. Figg's house, and gets that boy, it would end all of our problems," Uncle Vernon growled.

But Harry and Sirius heard none of this, they were thinking that it would have been a nice touch to have taken a nip out of Uncle Vernon.

Yuck! If I had done that I probably would have gotten foot in mouth disease, Harry! Sirius telepathed, playfully. He was half a block ahead of Harry due to his four paws.

Sirius! Harry telepathed. Sirius help!

Sirius stopped dead, turned, and a terrible sight met his eyes, Harry was sitting on the sidewalk, his legs were folded under him, gasping for breath, his body was violently shaking, one hand was clutching his scar.

He bounded over, Harry, what's wrong?!

"It's my scar... it's Vol..." Harry said painfully before blacking out.

Sirius nudged Harry for a second, trying to wake him, but to no avail. Then he looked at the hand that was clutching the scar. No! It couldn't be! Sirius thought, he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, but there it was.

For seeping down the hand that had been clutching harry's scar was unbelievably, but unmistakably blood.