CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 for language and thoughts.
SUMMARY: The aftermath of the Quidditch game.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, in any way, shape or form. I love to read the books, but I sure don't own them. J.K. Rowling and WB do. This is simply a tribute to the Harry Potter series. I am making no money from this and I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is Sirius' thoughts... He's not talking to anyone, it's all in his mind.
THANK YOU: I would like to thank my beta reader, ***Draco~Malfoy~Lover***. Thank you so much.
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Chapter Nine
Friendships and Broomsticks


I don't know why this cat saved me, but I'm going to be forever grateful to it. It didn't have to warn me about the coming of the Dementors.

The thing that I don't understand is how it knew that I'm hiding from the Dementors. How could it have known?

However, if I don't get out of this changing room soon, I'm going to go nuts. It stinks in here. I mean it REALLY stinks. I don't know what the Slytherins do in here, but I sure don't want to know either.

And the bloody cat is blocking the doorway. Every time I go near it, it raises it's heckles and looks like it's going to attack me. I'm not going to even try that. It will beat the snot out of me.

I'll just lay here and wait.

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Oh thank God, it's letting me out.

I have to find a way to thank it. If anything, just to let it know I trust it.

I know, I'll touch it's nose.

I've seen enough animals do it over the years... I hope it lets me.

I know what else I'll do, I'll approach it on my belly, kind of a sign of submission to it. I mean, hell, it just saved my life and it could probably kill me if it wanted to.

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It let me touch it's nose, I guess that makes us friends. I haven't had a friend in twelve years. It feels good.

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Well, it's letting me go. I should make a dash for the Whomping Willow, and get into the shack. I feel safe there. More safe than I do here.

I don't see anyone out here. They all must have made a dash up to the castle. Between the Dementors and the rain, it is enough for anyone for anyone to want to get back to the castle. I wonder who won the watch tonight?

Oh well, that really doesn't matter. It was a good game.

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Shit, there is someone at the tree!

And... and it looks like they're picking up something. They know how to make it freeze, but, they don't seem to notice the entrance.

I have to get closer... I have to see who it is. Its small enough to be one of the students, but the figure looks like someone I know... from a long time ago.

It's little Henry Flitwick. What is he doing here? Is he one of the Professors? I remember when he saved another student with a Summing Charm. That's what he's probably teaching, Charms. He was the best in that class. Even beat Prongs. Ravenclaw was so proud of that. Had the only student who could beat Prongs at anything.

What is he picking up though? I need to get closer to see.

That piece says 'Nimbus 2000'. Wasn't that what Harry was ridding?

What the hell happened? I didn't see anyone else ridding that kind of broom, and I pride myself on being able to tell brooms apart.

Did Harry fall? Did he fall off his broom? That's impossible... or is it? Those Bloody Dementors...

They came... could they have effected him so badly?

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This is my fault. I'm going to have to do something to fix it. Get him a new broom or something.

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Flitwick is leaving... he must have picked up everything. I'm going to have to get into the shack and figure something out.