I will come to you, ohhh, come to you

Sirius, the Dog Star.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, except maybe Remus wife, but she has no name. It could be anyone. The rest belongs to J.K.Rowling.

It was the beginning of the spring. 15. March to be exact.

Remus was staring at the sky. It'd been 12 years now. Padfoot'd been 12 years in prison. Azkaban.

There, the star to the left in Orions belt, one of the stars in the constellation called Canis Major was the star called Sirius. The brightest star, 1.8 times the sun's diameter.

'Hi, Sirius! Decided which animal yet?' It was Peter asking.

'Shhh! Don't talk about that in front of others, remember Peter? Jesus.. left your brain in bed this morning?'

'Sorry..'

'Remus, James! Come over here.. wanna tell you something…'

'What's up, Sirius?' James said, walking towards Sirius and Peter, along with Remus.

'Got a new freaky idea how to ruin the reputation of the school?'

'No… actually not. I've decided which animal to be. You know. Animagi.'

'Wow.. finally' Remus said. 'Let us hear it then..'

'A dog.'

'A DOG? Have you gone insane? Do you think a dog'll keep Remus here away?' It was Peter talking.

'Not an ordinary, stupid.. and YOU have nothing you should've  said. Not even a HUNDRED RATS could keep a werewolf away.'

'Don't blame me. It's the best I can do..'

'We know, Peter. Anyway, which kind of dog then?' James said.

'A big, black dog! Besides.. I'm not old..'

'hehe… Like a grim? You're going to scare the shit out of someone!'

'Well, they're not supposed to see us, are they?'

'Guess not.. Where did you get the idea anyway?'

'From the star.'

'What? The star? Are you sure you're OK?'

'Yeah… will you guys stop interrupting?'

Ok.. sorry.. go on.'

'You know that star called Sirius? It's also called the Dog Star, so I thought I would be cool to take the shape of a dog! And, since my last name is Black, it'd have to be a Black Dog!'

'Wow, Sirius… when did you turn out to Aristoteles?' Remus said.

'I didn't! Hey, it's my name! Gotta do some work with it!'

'I don't… Weeeeeelll, I've been thinking as well. We should have nicknames… What about me being Wolf?'

'No, to dull… Besides, it's a normal name!' James said.

'Ok.. How about Weary? Cuddle? Moon?'

'Cuddle doesn't fit for a werewolf. I'd say Moony!' Sirius said.

'Moony it is! How 'bout you, Sirius?'

'I'd like to call myself.. er… just a minute..'

'You'll never come up with something. Just think of how long it took you to decide to take the shape of a dog!'

'err.. I've got it! Padfoot! Just needed some time…'

'Padfoot. Ohhh... that's cute!' James said.

'Shut up, Jam! You'd need a name to.. let me think..'

'Horn! That'd fit! You're a deer, right? A deer with horns!' Peter said.

'Nah. Don't like it. It's to.. boring! Prongs! That sounds cool to me…' James said.

'Prong? Like a fork?' Remus said.

'So? Like the sound of it!'

'Prongs it is!' Sirius said.

'So.. then it's only Peter left... and he'll be a rat..' James said.

'Wormtail?'

'Sounds nice enough. Like it, Peter?' Remus said.

'Yeah… I guess so…' Peter said.

'GUESS SO? You'll have to like the sound of it, Peter. It'll have to reach you inside. You have to like the feel- AUCH!

James just took a book out from a shelf in the room they'd gone into, and threw it on Sirius.

 'Get of it Sirius.' He said.

'Only joking, pal!'

'hehe.. I know ..just thought it'll be a great opportunity to knock you down at least!

'Oh yeah?'

Sirius took a new book from the shelf and threw it towards James.'

James ducked.

'Hah! You missed!'

'I certainly hope he did, James.'

Professor McGonagall had appeared in the doorway. The book had hit her on the chest.  

'What the…' Sirius started.

'To my office, boys. Now!' McGonagall said with an extremely determined voice.

'Now look what you've done, James.' Sirius said with a small grin.

'Me? Look who's talking!'

Sirius and James muttered all the way to Professor McGonagall's office. 

  

 What a gang they'd been. The Marauders. But one let the rest of them down, and ended in jail. He never thought Sirius would let his best friend, James and his wife, Lily and child, Harry down like that. Let them down for a slimy thing like Voldemort. No, if someone would've let them down, it'd have to be Peter. Wormtail. But he was a total looser when it came to using the wand, so how was he supposed to kill 13 people? Well, you never know, do you? He might still be out there, as a rat. A stinky, slimy rat. But that was impossible. If not…

'Honey, your dinner's getting cold!'

'Coming!'

'What were you doing out there?'

'Nothing, just looking at the stars. They shine beautiful tonight, don't they?'