The Dursleys stared open mouthed at the strange man lying curled up
on their kitchen floor. Aunt Petunia looked ready to faint. Uncle Vernon
hurried from the room and returned with his gun, which he pointed at
Sirius's head. "Who are you?" he asked, positively shaking with either fear
or rage, Harry couldn't tell.
Sirius sat up. He looked blearily at Harry, who has sitting in a sort of horrified trance. "What?" he said sleepily. He ran his fingers through his hair. He froze. "Oops," he said, and with a pop he turned back into a dog. This time Aunt Petunia really did faint. Dudley's face went white. He screamed like a girl and ran from the room crying, "AHHH! NOT MAGIC!" with his hands over his butt and tongue (A/N: long story) In the panic, Uncle Vernon fired his gun. The bullet skimmed Sirius's leg. He let out a howl of pain. Harry finally came to his senses and leapt to his feet. He grabbed beckoned Sirius and they ran out the door. Sirius transformed back into a man. They ran out of Privet Drive, Sirius limping and whimpering quietly. They eventually reached an alley, where they decided to rest. It was a long time before either of them spoke.
"I'm sorry Harry," Sirius said suddenly, "I just didn't get any sleep last night…not any…and I was up thinking about…bad stuff. S'pose I had a little too much to drink also," he added in self disgust, pulling a bottle from his pocket and dumping the contents on the ground. "I'm really sorry," he said again, "Trust me to show up and ruin your summer…I must have just fallen asleep as a man and forgot to turn back." "Don't worry about it," Harry assured him, "Well, in all honesty, it was actually kinda funny…Did you happen to see Dudley?" He looked up at Sirius, and they both exchanged evil grins. They both laughed. "You are definitely your father's son, Harry," he said with a slightly sad smile, "Let's go." He turned back into a dog and waited. Harry wasn't sure what to do. "Where do we go…" Sirius sat there and stared at him. "What do you want me to do?" Then he turned back into a man. "Flag down the Knight Bus of course!" "Oh…right…sorry," Harry said. Even after 5 years, he was still getting used to the wizarding customs. He held out his wand arm. A large and very familiar double-decker bus appeared in the road. Harry was greeted enthusiasticly by Stan Shunpike, the driver's assistant ("'arry Potter! Great ter see ya mate, great ter see ya!") And they were soon underway. Harry remebered his last trip on the Knight bus, in his third year. It had been Sirius here who had scared him, and—well, that's another story. Harry and Sirius chose a bed to rest on and were soon zooming forward towards London.
When they did reach London, Sirius and Harry headed towards Diagon Alley. They found a small pub at the end of the street and decided it would be safe to go inside and get something to eat. They entered and chose a table in the far back as to not attract attention. "Now what do we do?" Harry whispered across the table. He and Sirius had both covered their faces with their cloaks. "Well, I guess we'll have to go to Hogwarts, once Dumbledore finds out about our situation. Harry sighed and stretched out in his chair. He accidently bumped Sirius's sore leg. Sirius let out a fresh yelp of pain. The whole pub turned towards them.
A/N: Oops…they're in trouble once more…thanks to everyone who reviewed, it makes me want to keep writing, you are really great!!! Keep on reviewing, and I'll keep on writing.
Sirius sat up. He looked blearily at Harry, who has sitting in a sort of horrified trance. "What?" he said sleepily. He ran his fingers through his hair. He froze. "Oops," he said, and with a pop he turned back into a dog. This time Aunt Petunia really did faint. Dudley's face went white. He screamed like a girl and ran from the room crying, "AHHH! NOT MAGIC!" with his hands over his butt and tongue (A/N: long story) In the panic, Uncle Vernon fired his gun. The bullet skimmed Sirius's leg. He let out a howl of pain. Harry finally came to his senses and leapt to his feet. He grabbed beckoned Sirius and they ran out the door. Sirius transformed back into a man. They ran out of Privet Drive, Sirius limping and whimpering quietly. They eventually reached an alley, where they decided to rest. It was a long time before either of them spoke.
"I'm sorry Harry," Sirius said suddenly, "I just didn't get any sleep last night…not any…and I was up thinking about…bad stuff. S'pose I had a little too much to drink also," he added in self disgust, pulling a bottle from his pocket and dumping the contents on the ground. "I'm really sorry," he said again, "Trust me to show up and ruin your summer…I must have just fallen asleep as a man and forgot to turn back." "Don't worry about it," Harry assured him, "Well, in all honesty, it was actually kinda funny…Did you happen to see Dudley?" He looked up at Sirius, and they both exchanged evil grins. They both laughed. "You are definitely your father's son, Harry," he said with a slightly sad smile, "Let's go." He turned back into a dog and waited. Harry wasn't sure what to do. "Where do we go…" Sirius sat there and stared at him. "What do you want me to do?" Then he turned back into a man. "Flag down the Knight Bus of course!" "Oh…right…sorry," Harry said. Even after 5 years, he was still getting used to the wizarding customs. He held out his wand arm. A large and very familiar double-decker bus appeared in the road. Harry was greeted enthusiasticly by Stan Shunpike, the driver's assistant ("'arry Potter! Great ter see ya mate, great ter see ya!") And they were soon underway. Harry remebered his last trip on the Knight bus, in his third year. It had been Sirius here who had scared him, and—well, that's another story. Harry and Sirius chose a bed to rest on and were soon zooming forward towards London.
When they did reach London, Sirius and Harry headed towards Diagon Alley. They found a small pub at the end of the street and decided it would be safe to go inside and get something to eat. They entered and chose a table in the far back as to not attract attention. "Now what do we do?" Harry whispered across the table. He and Sirius had both covered their faces with their cloaks. "Well, I guess we'll have to go to Hogwarts, once Dumbledore finds out about our situation. Harry sighed and stretched out in his chair. He accidently bumped Sirius's sore leg. Sirius let out a fresh yelp of pain. The whole pub turned towards them.
A/N: Oops…they're in trouble once more…thanks to everyone who reviewed, it makes me want to keep writing, you are really great!!! Keep on reviewing, and I'll keep on writing.