By Admiral Albia
A/n; Well, I know that this idea's been done before, but the main part isn't Sirius getting freed here.. it's what happens afterwards... and I can practically guarantee that that bit's original. As you may have guessed, Sirius has a choice between living free... or dying. But Harry and co. have to make it for him...
Disclaimer; I own nothing except Sirius' pets and the word Cargen. Happy? Oh yes, and I also own this **** painting... "You don't own me, I just hang on your wall!"
Changing;
[][][] means the POV is changing; probably from Sirius in the first
person to third person or vice-versa.
/\/\/\ means the scene or time is changing...
Chapter 2; Trial By Veritaserum
"Oh, Gran fostered Sirius for a while... I don't know what happened to his real parents, but I don't think it's anything good."
"Ah, right. Hey, is that a three-foot-long dragon on Hagrid's shoulder?" Ron peered over.
"Yeah, it is! Hey, Hagrid! What's the dragon doing here?" Hagrid turned round and called over his shoulder.
"She's Sirius', I'm jus' lookin' after her for a while! Didn' want to miss the trial, though."
"Sirius has a pet dragon?" Hermione whispered.
"Why did he really go to Azkaban?" Ron asked in an undertone.
A/n; I'm going to skip the trial, it's not important. Just remember, they used Veritaserum.>
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"It has been decided that Sirius Black is free to go; but does anyone have a photograph of Peter Pettigrew that we can give to the Prophet?" Fudge said something else, but this went unheard because of the cheers and whistles filling the hall. The dragon, meanwhile, jumped right over Harry's head and ran straight over to Sirius; they could just see his face through a gap as she crawled up onto his shoulder and rubbed her head into his neck.
"Like a cat!" Ron yelled over the noise.
By the time Harry, Ron and Hermione got down from the seats, Sirius was invisible under the press of bodies, though they could just hear his voice.
Bugger, a voice at Harry's ankle said. He looked down and saw a snake. I was hoping to get to him without getting trodden on, the snake continued.
"Uh... can I help?" Harry offered. Ron and Hermione stopped and stared at him before they, too, looked down.
Pardon? Oh, yes please. Just pick me up... thank you.
"Harry, why is that snake in here?" Ron asked nervously.
"Good question." Harry looked down at the snake. "Why are you here?"
Because I'm his friend, idiot. The snake sounded amused.
"Whose friend?"
Sirius'.
"Well?"
"He's Sirius' friend... I think..."
"Oh yes, that's right." Remus navigated his way out of the crowd around Sirius. "I meant to warn you earlier, Sirius has a lot of pets. And I mean a lot. Tkaa's the first one, I think, and Bria's the second - she's the dragon. It's because he's a Cargen." Ron's jaw dropped.
"He's a Cargen? Really?"
"Yeah, really. Why else do you think he's allowed to keep a dragon? She's perfectly harmless, though, the sweetest thing you'll ever see. Well, until something happens to Sirius, anyway."
"Who's Tkaa?" Hermione asked.
"Harry's holding Tkaa. He's the snake."
"What's a Cargen?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh, sorry, Harry. A Cargen is a witch or wizard with a natural bond with animals, and I have been told that Sirius is one of the most powerful ones to date. Ah, here he comes... I didn't think he'd be able to stand it for much longer..." To their amusement, a large black dog trotted out from between people's legs, with Bria riding on top. There was sudden confusion in the centre of the crowd.
"Phew, I'm glad that's over," Sirius said once he'd changed back, "They never seem to understand that I'm claustrophobic... hey, Tkaa! I was wondering where you'd got to!"
"Milton, Binary and Buckbeak are outside and Aelops is in the Owlery," Remus offered.
"Naturally, he's an owl." Sirius took Tkaa gently from Harry and headed towards the door. "Coming, anyone?" They followed him out of the hall.
"You're a Cargen?" Ron asked again.
"Yes, I'm a Cargen. And it's no big deal, really it's not. Hello, Fawkes." Dumbledore's phoenix flew down and sat on the shoulder that Bria wasn't occupying.
"That's easy for you to say," Remus told him, "Personally, I always feel homosexual around you. Damn wolf instincts..." He shook his head sadly.
"Well, you know how to avoid that, don't you? Don't get-" Sirius collapsed suddenly. Bria shrieked. Fawkes flared. And Tkaa looked straight at Harry and said;
Get a doctor. Quick! Harry set off at a run, back into the hall.
"Where are you going?" Ron yelled after him.
"Tkaa said get a doctor so I'm getting a doctor! Madam Pomfrey!" Madam Pomfrey came out hastily, saw Sirius and began to run.
"He's not breathing!" Remus said suddenly.
"What?"
"He's not breathing! Poppy, he's not breathing!"
"Get out of the way! Respiro!" Sirius gasped suddenly and began to hyperventilate. "Not healthy, but it'll do. Sirius, calm down. You can breathe now." Dumbledore came out of the hall.
"What's going on, Poppy?"
"He just stopped breathing, Albus. Completely. And... oh, my... he's running a serious fever here. About ten degrees above average."
"He's never been ill in his life," Remus said, looking puzzled. "Well apart from that time doing our N.E.W.Ts, but we all agreed that was stress.
"He's just been stressed," Madam Pomfrey said a little grumpily. "Albus, we'll have to open up the hospital wing. A fever this high could easily prove fatal..."
A/n; Well, there you go. Please review, pleeease!
Chapter three coming... eventually... when I write it...
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