The next morning Harry and Sirius went down for breakfast. Harry sat down
at the table, un-noticed as usual. Sirius sat there as a dog, panting. "Why
is that mangy mutt staring at me?" Uncle Vernon asked angrily. "He's
hungry," Harry said from across the table. "Well, that's his problem," Aunt
Petunia said stiffly over a glass of orange juice. Sirius was still staring
at Uncle Vernon in an eerie sort of way, not blinking or moving. Uncle
Vernon looked stubbornly down at his newspaper, his forehead red with
anger.
While no one was looking, Sirius snuck silently under the table. Harry watched curiously, wondering what he could possibly be up to. Sirius carefully placed his paws on either side of Dudley's chair leg. Then he pulled back.
Dudley fell to the floor with an almighty crash that shook the kitchen. In the chaos, Sirius dived up and grabbed Dudley's bacon. He also helped himself to Aunt Petunia's toast and knocked over Uncle Vernon's coffee and lapped it up off the floor. Uncle Vernon rounded on Harry. "Take that ruddy dog and lock it in your room! I never want to see it again!" Dudley was crying hysterically, but Harry was fooled for a second. "Don't worry my Dudykins! Mommy will make you some more bacon!" Dudley stopped his bawling abruptly. "And make me some chocolate chip pancakes, and also some waffles with syrup," he reminded her.
Harry and Sirius climbed the stairs up to the room. Sirius changed back into a man. "I have some business to attend to, Harry. I'll be back in say…. 20 minutes." "Can't I come?" Harry asked, trying not to sound rude. "With me? Well…I guess you can," Sirius said.
They crept down the stairs very quietly so the Dursleys wouldn't notice. Harry had found a collar and leash that Aunt Marge had left behind on he last visit. He had put it on Sirius, as to not attract attention. Yes, Sirius looked like a very large family pet.
They were walking done the street when a girl came up to them. "Cute dog,' she said, and she paused to scratch Sirius's ears. Harry stifled a laugh, and then continued down the street to wherever Sirius was taking him.
Suddenly, a cat jumped out of the bushes. Sirius got a mad glint in his eye and bolted after it. "Sirius! You idiot! It's a cat!" But for some reason, Sirius seemed determined not to lose the cat's trail. He therefor tore down the street, dragging Harry behind him.
The cat kept running until it reached Mrs. Figg's house. It scurried inside the open door. As if on cue, Mrs. Figg burst out of her house, a broom in her hand. She rushed over to them, looking annoyed. "Hello dear," she said to Harry, but then she glared at Sirius. "Who would this be?" Sirius looked up at her through his clear blue eyes. She looked down at him through her beady green eyes. Then Sirius winked. A sudden look of understanding came over the old woman's face. Harry glanced back and forth at the two, flabbergasted. Then, without warning, Mrs. Figg smacked Sirius over the head with her broom. "You bad dog!" she cried in a shrill voice, and she shooed them into her house. For some odd reason, Sirius looked very pleases with himself.
While no one was looking, Sirius snuck silently under the table. Harry watched curiously, wondering what he could possibly be up to. Sirius carefully placed his paws on either side of Dudley's chair leg. Then he pulled back.
Dudley fell to the floor with an almighty crash that shook the kitchen. In the chaos, Sirius dived up and grabbed Dudley's bacon. He also helped himself to Aunt Petunia's toast and knocked over Uncle Vernon's coffee and lapped it up off the floor. Uncle Vernon rounded on Harry. "Take that ruddy dog and lock it in your room! I never want to see it again!" Dudley was crying hysterically, but Harry was fooled for a second. "Don't worry my Dudykins! Mommy will make you some more bacon!" Dudley stopped his bawling abruptly. "And make me some chocolate chip pancakes, and also some waffles with syrup," he reminded her.
Harry and Sirius climbed the stairs up to the room. Sirius changed back into a man. "I have some business to attend to, Harry. I'll be back in say…. 20 minutes." "Can't I come?" Harry asked, trying not to sound rude. "With me? Well…I guess you can," Sirius said.
They crept down the stairs very quietly so the Dursleys wouldn't notice. Harry had found a collar and leash that Aunt Marge had left behind on he last visit. He had put it on Sirius, as to not attract attention. Yes, Sirius looked like a very large family pet.
They were walking done the street when a girl came up to them. "Cute dog,' she said, and she paused to scratch Sirius's ears. Harry stifled a laugh, and then continued down the street to wherever Sirius was taking him.
Suddenly, a cat jumped out of the bushes. Sirius got a mad glint in his eye and bolted after it. "Sirius! You idiot! It's a cat!" But for some reason, Sirius seemed determined not to lose the cat's trail. He therefor tore down the street, dragging Harry behind him.
The cat kept running until it reached Mrs. Figg's house. It scurried inside the open door. As if on cue, Mrs. Figg burst out of her house, a broom in her hand. She rushed over to them, looking annoyed. "Hello dear," she said to Harry, but then she glared at Sirius. "Who would this be?" Sirius looked up at her through his clear blue eyes. She looked down at him through her beady green eyes. Then Sirius winked. A sudden look of understanding came over the old woman's face. Harry glanced back and forth at the two, flabbergasted. Then, without warning, Mrs. Figg smacked Sirius over the head with her broom. "You bad dog!" she cried in a shrill voice, and she shooed them into her house. For some odd reason, Sirius looked very pleases with himself.