Title: Siriusly
Chapter: 6
By: The Miserable
Disclaimer: It's not mine. If I owned Harry Potter, or if I was making money for writing, I wouldn't spend nearly this much time online.
Rating: PG-13. I have quite the dirty mouth recently.
Spoilers: I'd have read 1-4.
Note: I'm just trying out writing with the html. If it doesn't work out, I'll update this chapter with a Word version.
Note 2: I just got Barry Trotter and the Unauthorized Parody. It's not too long, but I won't be writing anything until it's over, lol.


Dorothy stalked from her room with Sirius closely following. She hurried down the hall from her classroom to the main hallway where she climbed onto a staircase. On their way down, the staircase changed on them but she made no notice, continuing her path. She reached the main landing and stormed off into the general direction of Professor Dumbledore's office.

"Dorothy!" Sirius cried over her shoulder, trying to calm her. Oddly, him yelling didn't seem to do the trick

She replied in a harsh, quiet tone. "Professor Circe."Sirius stopped and stared at her, until she slowed down. She turned. "I'm sorry. I figured since there was absolutely no way you showed any respect to me back there- what- barging into my class like a crazed pedophile looking for new meat... I only assumed that you had reverted to your sad, child-like tricks, thus, treating you like one." With that, she turned and continued towards the Headmaster's office. Who the hell does he think he is? seemed to be the prevailing thought among the mix. She didn't even stop to consider that they might run into students- their beloved Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher running at top speed to find the Headmaster followed by an ex-convict trailing after her.

Sirius had similar thoughts however, and in seconds (not a moment too soon, he noticed) had he changed into his dog form. He moved faster this way, anyway. How does she know what I was like as a... Professor Circe? Dorothy Circe? Not possible. Is it? He shook his head. Can't be. We were friends. She wouldn't forget me. His thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of beating on a hollow wooden door.

Dorothy threw herself into the Headmaster's office. "Albus, I can't take him anymore! He interrupted my class. How am I supposed to explain to the Slytherins that Potter's dog is A-Okay with the staff simply because it's not really a dog - though you could have fooled me...crazy bitch - it's an ex-convict!"

Sirius, mid-way through changing (quite the sight to see a half-man, half-dog talk) replied just as fervently, "It's not my fault. Lucius' kid was being horribly abominable. Somewhere in there, you'd THINK I'd have heard a 'thank you' but oddly, those words must have slipped from her vocabulary!"

Albus seemed to age before their eyes. "Please sit."

He turned to Dorothy. "I cannot do anything about the Slytherins. It is about time to announce to the school that there is a dog wandering around... perfectly harmless."He added as an afterthough, "To the pure of heart."

Turning to Sirius, "You know you cannot interrupt classes no matter what reason. I don't care what Mister Malfoy said. Dorothy is quite capable of handling herself."

You hear that? The man defends you and you are trying to kill someone right under his nose.

Dorothy was no idiot. She couldn't have killed Sirius today. It would get a lot harder to do it, now that the whole school would know of his presence. But what possessed her to run to Dumbledore and not handle it herself? That Mudblood-loving fool couldn't really do anything about it either way. But he was no idiot. "Thank you, Sir."She turned to leave and made it to the door when she heard Albus tell Sirius, "Time changes things, doesn't it?" and Sirius sigh resignedly, "Yeah."

Shit.