Sirius followed Harry into the kitchen. He immediately started raiding the
refrigerator. Sirius pulled out a box of ice cream. "Ooh!" he said with
relish, "Haven't had ice cream in years!" He dug in enthusiastically.
"Er…Sirius, that's Dudley's. It was a 'congratulations you lost 5 pounds'
present. He'll kill me if he thinks I ate it." "Sorry," Sirius said,
placing the half-eaten carton back in the freezer. "Is there anything
else?" "Uh, yea, there's some potato chips in the cupboard. Sirius, do you
mind if I go up stairs for a minute?" Harry ran up stairs and picked up the
phone in the guest bedroom.. He quickly dialed the number and waited.
"Hello," said a voice.
"Hermione? Hi, it's Harry. Listen, I've got a problem. Sirius is here and-"
"What!" Hermione said, "are you mad! Your aunt and uncle will have a fit! Another wizard in their house!"
"I know, I know," Harry said, "And he's eating all the food! How do I tell him to stop? He's really hungry, but if eats tonight's dinner I'm dead…I suppose he'll have to stay a dog while the Dursleys are around…but my aunt hates animals!"
Hermione sighed, "Harry, he's your godfather. Just tell him what you told me."
"But-"
"Bye Harry."
And she hung up. "Some help she was," Harry muttered. When he came down stairs, Sirius was sitting on the couch, eating a chicken leg and watching TV. He was flipping through the channels at a million miles per hour, muttering "Stupid muggle devices…" under his breath. He didn't seem to understand it. He finally gave up.
"So Harry. How's your summer going?" he said, turning away from the TV, where Spongebob Squarepants was dancing across the screen. Sirius eyed it suspiciously. "Okay…" Harry said. "When'll your relatives be back?" Sirius asked. "Soon…" Harry said, distracted. "yes, about my relatives. It's probably better if you stay a dog while they're here." "Why?" Sirius questioned. "Just trust me," Harry said.
When the Dursleys did get back, Harry approached them cautiously in the living room. "Hello," he said in an almost too friendly voice. The Dursleys stared at him. "How was your trip?" Harry asked, as though on sudden inspiration. Uncle Vernon grunted, which Harry took to mean "Nice." "Well…I'm glad you had a good time!" Harry lied. "Listen, my godfather-you know, Sirius, the convicted murderer?" he added with the air of one commenting on the weather. "Anyway, I need to let him-"
There was a booming bark and Sirius came bounding into the room. His paws suddenly slipped from underneath him and he slid across the newly polished floor. He banged into a rack holding Aunt Petunia's best China. It fell with a deafening crash. Sirius poked his head out of the rubble. Aunt Petunia looked ready to faint. "what is this beast doing here!" Uncle Vernon bellowed at Harry. "He's…my godfather, that is, he's going on a holiday…and he needs me to watch his dog." Sirius sat there, looking back and forth from Harry to the Dursleys. "Well…" Harry said, "I'll just take him up to my room then." "Who said the dog's staying," Uncle Vernon said viciously. "Oh…I just assumed. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to write to Sirius and tell him to come pick up Snuffles. I don't think he'll be very happy…he has a nasty temper…sometimes when he's mad, he blows up cars, just for fun." Uncle Vernon looked nervously out at his brand new Cadillac parked outside. Harry tried very hard not to laugh. He started to walk towards the door. "Wait!" Uncle Vernon called. Harry crossed his fingers. "The mongrel can stay…it can stay…I don't want any people…people like you coming here, is that clear?" "Crystal clear," Harry said pleasantly, and he and Sirius ran up to his bedroom. Sirius transformed into a man the minute they were out of earshot. "Great plan Harry!" he said. Harry smiled. "Now you know why you'll have to stay a dog. They hate wizards!"
"Hello," said a voice.
"Hermione? Hi, it's Harry. Listen, I've got a problem. Sirius is here and-"
"What!" Hermione said, "are you mad! Your aunt and uncle will have a fit! Another wizard in their house!"
"I know, I know," Harry said, "And he's eating all the food! How do I tell him to stop? He's really hungry, but if eats tonight's dinner I'm dead…I suppose he'll have to stay a dog while the Dursleys are around…but my aunt hates animals!"
Hermione sighed, "Harry, he's your godfather. Just tell him what you told me."
"But-"
"Bye Harry."
And she hung up. "Some help she was," Harry muttered. When he came down stairs, Sirius was sitting on the couch, eating a chicken leg and watching TV. He was flipping through the channels at a million miles per hour, muttering "Stupid muggle devices…" under his breath. He didn't seem to understand it. He finally gave up.
"So Harry. How's your summer going?" he said, turning away from the TV, where Spongebob Squarepants was dancing across the screen. Sirius eyed it suspiciously. "Okay…" Harry said. "When'll your relatives be back?" Sirius asked. "Soon…" Harry said, distracted. "yes, about my relatives. It's probably better if you stay a dog while they're here." "Why?" Sirius questioned. "Just trust me," Harry said.
When the Dursleys did get back, Harry approached them cautiously in the living room. "Hello," he said in an almost too friendly voice. The Dursleys stared at him. "How was your trip?" Harry asked, as though on sudden inspiration. Uncle Vernon grunted, which Harry took to mean "Nice." "Well…I'm glad you had a good time!" Harry lied. "Listen, my godfather-you know, Sirius, the convicted murderer?" he added with the air of one commenting on the weather. "Anyway, I need to let him-"
There was a booming bark and Sirius came bounding into the room. His paws suddenly slipped from underneath him and he slid across the newly polished floor. He banged into a rack holding Aunt Petunia's best China. It fell with a deafening crash. Sirius poked his head out of the rubble. Aunt Petunia looked ready to faint. "what is this beast doing here!" Uncle Vernon bellowed at Harry. "He's…my godfather, that is, he's going on a holiday…and he needs me to watch his dog." Sirius sat there, looking back and forth from Harry to the Dursleys. "Well…" Harry said, "I'll just take him up to my room then." "Who said the dog's staying," Uncle Vernon said viciously. "Oh…I just assumed. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to write to Sirius and tell him to come pick up Snuffles. I don't think he'll be very happy…he has a nasty temper…sometimes when he's mad, he blows up cars, just for fun." Uncle Vernon looked nervously out at his brand new Cadillac parked outside. Harry tried very hard not to laugh. He started to walk towards the door. "Wait!" Uncle Vernon called. Harry crossed his fingers. "The mongrel can stay…it can stay…I don't want any people…people like you coming here, is that clear?" "Crystal clear," Harry said pleasantly, and he and Sirius ran up to his bedroom. Sirius transformed into a man the minute they were out of earshot. "Great plan Harry!" he said. Harry smiled. "Now you know why you'll have to stay a dog. They hate wizards!"