A/n- This poor chapter. It's suffered about three rewrites, each one almost entirely different from the last.

Read and review- but please, don't review if you're going to complain about my spelling. I already know I can't spell.

A warm beam of sunlight slowly entered the mountain side cave, bringing Sirius Black slowly and gently to conscious to a new day. Birds twittered out side, a breeze softly blew, and it was just the right temperature.

He was grateful for the dawn. He had gotten up in the middle of the night, having had a very strange nightmare.

He lay on the ground for a moment, trying to decide what to do with this beautiful day. Maybe he'd roam the village in his dog form, and perhaps get some meat from the baker. Or walk around the mountain, or go visit Harry. The possibilities were endless.

As he lay, contemplating what to do, he was attacked by something large, brown, and fuzzy. It took him a few moments for him to realize it was a post owl.

After about five minutes of cursing that would have made even Ron blush, Sirius had managed to wrestle the letter away from the frantic owl.

Panting, he quickly read the letter, which immediately explained the owl's frenzied mood.

Sirius,

Harry's gone missing. I need you to be at the forest in your dog form as quickly as possible.

Dumbledore

Sirius suddenly felt very cold inside, despite the weather, not only because of the weather, but because of the dream.

Fifteen years ago, fifteen years that had seemed like a hundred lifetimes, Lily and James had named him Harry's godfather.

Being a wizard godfather was totally unlike being a muggle one. Not only did you have responsibility over the child if the parents died, but theirs was a deeper connection with the child.

A wizard godfather or mother had an ability to have the same dreams as the child when the ancient magic deemed it necessary. This profound connection was very rare, and Sirius had never met anyone who had had it.

He had been told, during the ceremony, that he would know when it was the child's dream, and not his own. He could not be told how he would know, but he was assured by the wizard performing the ceremony that he would.

He had dismissed the thought from his head the moment he was put into Azkaban, and it came back to him in a sickening shock.

He was certain that the dream he had had last night was Harry's, there was no question of that. The question was, did it have anything to do with Harry's disappearance?

The feeling of uneasiness still in his stomach, he changed into a dog, and quickly set off for Hogwarts.

He arrived no more then fifteen minutes later at Dumbledore's side. Dumbledore seemed to be in deep thought, so Sirius gently nipped his leg to get his attention.

Dumbledore looked down, a look of annoyance on his face, which vanished as he recognized Sirius.

"Ah! Good, you're here. I need you to search the forest for Harry's scent. Who ever took him could have only gotten away on foot or by broom, because they can't disapparte, and I put that charm against Portkeys up last summer."

Sirius nodded (something that looked odd on a dog), and set out walking around the perimeter of the forest.

He'd gotten no more then 50 yards from Dumbledore when he picked up Harry's scent- and only Harry's scent.

He barked, and Dumbledore rushed over.

"Have you found his scent?"

Sirius nodded.

"That's good. Why did you call me over?"

Sirius growled, annoyed that he couldn't covey what he had found out to Dumbledore.

"Could you write it out with your paw?"

Sirius nodded, and quickly wrote something in the dirt.

Dumbledore squinted, as he tried to read the writing. "No…other….scent. Is that right?"

Sirius nodded again.

"How odd," said Dumbledore slowly. "Perhaps they took a masking potion- but why would they not give any to Harry?" He thought for a moment. "Sirius, it's best if you follow the scent. Be careful though, it could be a trap."

Sirius immediately began running into the forest, leaving Dumbledore thinking at the edge of the forest.

* * *

Harry stood on the other side of the forest, pencil, and notebook in hand,

completely oblivious to the fact that Sirius was on his trail.

He studied the tree in front of him closely, and, not being sure of what else he could do, started to sketch it. He had been drawing for about a half an hour when a voice interrupted him.

"That's a very good sketch. What kind of tree is it?"

He spun around to face a pretty, young women, with dark, almost completely black hair, and eyes. She looked somehow familiar.

"Do I know you?" he said very slowly.

She stuck out her hand. "Jennifer Smartson. We're staying at the same inn."

Somewhat shaken, he shook her hand. "Henry Cleese."

She looked at his drawing. "It is very good. Are you majoring in art or something?"

"No, botany."

"Too bad, you'd make a good artist."

He blushed a little. "Thanks. Er…why are you up here?"

"Visiting some relatives. They told me not to go anywhere near to the forest, and I noticed you. By the way, where are you from?"

He was about to answer her question, but she screamed, and pointed into the forest.

"What's that??"

Harry looked to where she was pointing, and saw a very familiar, big, black dog- Sirius.
Hoping that he hadn't been somehow recognized, he ran back to the village after Jennifer.

Sirius watched the two of them run, feeling completely confused. The boy had had Harry's scent- but looked nothing like him, and was at least five years too old.

But, if it wasn't Harry's scent that he had been following, and it was the boy's, what was he doing in the forest, and on Hogwarts grounds?

And curiously still, a few minutes later, he saw- or thought he saw- the boy upon a broomstick, quickly flying away.

Quickly saying good-bye to Jennifer, Harry ran back to the inn, his heart pounding. He burst into the inn, and quickly ran up to the room.

As he ran around the room, collecting his belongings, he silently yelled at himself for forgetting that Sirius was a dog, and therefor, could sniff him out.

He scribbled a note to the innkeeper, apologizing for leaving so quickly, saying that he'd gotten word of a plant that grew south of here, and since his break was so short, he had to go immediately.

He grabbed his broom and invisibility cloak, hopped onto the broom, and pulled the cloak around him. After a quick check to see that he was completely covered, he swung his sac on over his shoulder, and swiftly flew away.

Harry flew south for what seemed to be hours, but according to his watch, was only 45 minutes. Scanning the ground for a spot to rest, he saw a clearing in the thick forest below, and set himself down against a tree.

As he lazily stared around, he spotted something moving frantically in a prickle brush a few feet away. He walked over, curious, and saw that it was a small barn owl with a letter tied to his leg.

He careful grabbed the owl, and swiftly untied the letter. The owl hovered around him, confused, about this strange man who had taken his post.

Harry slowly read the letter in his head.

Dear Harry,

This is Ron writing. I don't know if you'll get this…Pig might not be able to find you…

Hermione here- Harry, I'm completely aware that this will never reach you, it's completely futile, and it was Ron's idea.

Why are we sending this any way?

I don't know…

Well, any way, if you can read this, just send Pig back with a detailed map of where you are, and a full description of the kidnapper.

Hermione & Ron

He sat on the ground, trying to think of the best way to respond to the letter. He couldn't say where he was…or why he had gone…

Suddenly a light bulb went on in his head, and he took out a sheet of parchment and a quill from his sack, and hastily wrote, trying his best to disguise his handwriting. With out signing it, he grabbed the owl- which was, in fact, Pig, and tied the letter on.

As he watched Pig fly away, he felt a strong, sudden urge, to hop on his broomstick, and follow the owl home.

Back at the castle, Fred and George were trying, unsuccessfully, to cheer Ron and Hermione up.

"Come on Ron! He's the Harry Potter!" said Fred.

"He saved the Philosopher's stone!" added George.

"Killed a Basilisk!"

"Winner of the tri-wizard tournament!"
"He escaped from You-know-who three times!"

"What's a kidnapper gonna do?"
Hermione was about to tell them of, but was interrupted by a tapping on the window behind her. Spinning around, she cried out, "Ron! It's Pig!"

Quickly, Hermione opened the window, and grabbed the letter. She read it softly to Ron.

Ron and Hermione,

Your attempts aren't as futile as you think.

Just use your head.

Hermione glanced at Ron. "This isn't Harry's or Sirius's handwriting, is it?

Ron shook his head. "They would've signed."

Hermione looked at him again, and said, "Well, whoever it's from, we have to show it to Dumbledore."