CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 for language and thoughts.
SUMMARY: The cat helps
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. This the beginning of a long story... that ends with my story "Face of My King" I don't have everything written yet... but that's half the fun, waiting for the next chapter right?
THANK YOU: I would like to thank my beta reader, DML, The Violent Couch. Thank you so much.
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Chapter Eleven
Cats
I think that cat was here last night. There are some ginger cat hairs around the entrance. I was right then that it has been watching me when I get in and out of here. However, that could make things so much easier for me. I won't always have to use that stick.
I wonder what it was doing here though? I didn't see it... hell, I didn't even hear it. I didn't think I slept that deeply... even when I was having nightmares. Oh well, I'll never really know the answers to the questions that cat makes.
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I did, however, make my decision. I'm going to head up to the castle. I'm more likely going to be able to find parchment and a quill up there then in town. At least in there a missing piece of parchment won't be noticed. Unless it's Kitty's parchment you take. She noticed everything. That must be why she knew about Wormtail and we didn't.
So I'll go up to the castle, grab a piece of parchment and a quill, then slip back here. If I do it fast enough, I should be able to go hunting tonight. My growling stomach might give me away out on the street soon.
Maybe I should hunt before I got up to the school. I'm that hungry. That banger really wasn't enough, and it was half eaten to begin with.
I'm hungry.
I'm torn though... I should go up to the castle first. However, I'm hungry and if I don't eat soon, I might have some problems.
But... if I hunt first, I won't have time to go up to the school, or at least I may not have the time., and if that happens, I'll have to wait another night before going up to the castle. Time is really of the essence here. Who knows how they make these brooms. From the sounds of it, they make it when you order it, and that could take some time.
I would like it to arrive to Harry in time for Christmas and waiting even a day might cause a problem in that. But one day shouldn't make a big difference... hell... I need food. If I'm lucky, I'll have enough time to get up to the school and back too. That would be the answer to all my problems if I could do that.
I doubt I'll be so lucky though.
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I should get going. If I stay here much longer, I won't get either thing done.
I hope I catch something substantial tonight. I could use a rabbit, or even a large squirrel. I'm a little worried about hunting in the Forbidden Forest though. Hagrid has been stepping up his patrols of the forest and he will notice that I'm not an ordinary dog.
Hagrid was amazing. I guess he helped Moony a lot before we came along. Helped get this shack set up so that Moony would have a place to stay and helped make him feel more comfortable.
Not to say that Hagrid wasn't odd. I remember in our second year he tried to raise a Manticore in his hut. I wonder if it's still loose in the forest somewhere?
At least between Moony, Prongs and I, we convinced him to let it go into the forest. If it had grown much more, we would have never gotten it out of his cottage. Wormtail on the other hand wouldn't go near Hagrid's cottage the whole time he was here.
Now that I think of it though, Wormtail would stay away from Hagrid as much as possible anyway. I wonder what he was afraid of. It just seems funny that he stayed away from certain people. It must have been those that could see through his charm. I wish I had been one of those back then. However, I'd like to think I'm a better judge of character now.
I wonder how Hagrid is doing now? The last time I saw him, he was taking little Harry to those great gits of relatives he has. I let him take my motorbike. I figured it would be the best thing... Wormy wouldn't be expecting it.
What I found, I sure didn't expect, Wormtail skulking in the middle of a crowded muggle street. However, what that little git did next surprised even me. I should have expected it. I should have known better then to think I could take him into custody myself.
He cried out in the middle of the street 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!'1 Then he blew up the street. He must have cut off his finger while he was crying out because that was all I saw after the flash of light dissipated. That and all the other dead bodies. Who would of thought the little git had it in him?
I don't know why I did it, but I couldn't do anything but stand there and laugh. I know at that very moment my life was over in the wizarding world, perhaps even in the muggle world. And all I could do was laugh.
When the wizards from the Ministry arrived, what else was I to do but give myself over to them? Hell, I had been training to be an Unspeakable. I know the would have been able to find me.
I had lost at my hunt, to a sneaky little rat.
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Fuck Padfoot, you're wasting time again. What are you thinking you blooming idiot. You could have been down that path by now. Now your going to have to run... ugh.
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Rest... need rest... shouldn't run full out like that. I need to conserve some energy for the hunt and the going up to the school afterwards.
I hope I don't get too much blood on myself or I'll have to take a rinse in the lake before I go up to the school. Not like I don't need a bath any way. At least it is only me who has to smell me.
One thing I have learned, is to keep this stick here by the tree instead of constantly carrying it up to the shack. It has made a difference in the trip... I don't take the chance of tripping over it and landing on my nose. I did that once, right after a fight with that cat. My nose smarted for a week.
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Speaking of that cat, I think I smell it up there. I'm starting to get to know its scent. Let me just peek out of the hole... yep, there it is. Sitting just beyond the range of this blood tree. I still think it has a grudge against me.
What the hell does that thing have in front of it? I'm just going to have to leave the hole to find out I guess.
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How the hell does it know that I needed parchment and a quill? Where did it get them? I swear this cat reads minds. It almost reminds me of someone from the old days. But I can't think of who off hand... Oh well, I'll think of it someday, not like I don't have a whole lot to do.
Maybe it will take the letter for me to the Post Office later. I can't give it to them myself. No one will believe at the Post that a mangy dog is bringing a letter to be sent.
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Enough thinking, let's go hunting, and then I'll take the parchment back to the shack and start writing.
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1 - copied from page 154 of the Hard cover American version of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
SUMMARY: The cat helps
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. This the beginning of a long story... that ends with my story "Face of My King" I don't have everything written yet... but that's half the fun, waiting for the next chapter right?
THANK YOU: I would like to thank my beta reader, DML, The Violent Couch. Thank you so much.
Chapter Eleven
Cats
I think that cat was here last night. There are some ginger cat hairs around the entrance. I was right then that it has been watching me when I get in and out of here. However, that could make things so much easier for me. I won't always have to use that stick.
I wonder what it was doing here though? I didn't see it... hell, I didn't even hear it. I didn't think I slept that deeply... even when I was having nightmares. Oh well, I'll never really know the answers to the questions that cat makes.
I did, however, make my decision. I'm going to head up to the castle. I'm more likely going to be able to find parchment and a quill up there then in town. At least in there a missing piece of parchment won't be noticed. Unless it's Kitty's parchment you take. She noticed everything. That must be why she knew about Wormtail and we didn't.
So I'll go up to the castle, grab a piece of parchment and a quill, then slip back here. If I do it fast enough, I should be able to go hunting tonight. My growling stomach might give me away out on the street soon.
Maybe I should hunt before I got up to the school. I'm that hungry. That banger really wasn't enough, and it was half eaten to begin with.
I'm hungry.
I'm torn though... I should go up to the castle first. However, I'm hungry and if I don't eat soon, I might have some problems.
But... if I hunt first, I won't have time to go up to the school, or at least I may not have the time., and if that happens, I'll have to wait another night before going up to the castle. Time is really of the essence here. Who knows how they make these brooms. From the sounds of it, they make it when you order it, and that could take some time.
I would like it to arrive to Harry in time for Christmas and waiting even a day might cause a problem in that. But one day shouldn't make a big difference... hell... I need food. If I'm lucky, I'll have enough time to get up to the school and back too. That would be the answer to all my problems if I could do that.
I doubt I'll be so lucky though.
I should get going. If I stay here much longer, I won't get either thing done.
I hope I catch something substantial tonight. I could use a rabbit, or even a large squirrel. I'm a little worried about hunting in the Forbidden Forest though. Hagrid has been stepping up his patrols of the forest and he will notice that I'm not an ordinary dog.
Hagrid was amazing. I guess he helped Moony a lot before we came along. Helped get this shack set up so that Moony would have a place to stay and helped make him feel more comfortable.
Not to say that Hagrid wasn't odd. I remember in our second year he tried to raise a Manticore in his hut. I wonder if it's still loose in the forest somewhere?
At least between Moony, Prongs and I, we convinced him to let it go into the forest. If it had grown much more, we would have never gotten it out of his cottage. Wormtail on the other hand wouldn't go near Hagrid's cottage the whole time he was here.
Now that I think of it though, Wormtail would stay away from Hagrid as much as possible anyway. I wonder what he was afraid of. It just seems funny that he stayed away from certain people. It must have been those that could see through his charm. I wish I had been one of those back then. However, I'd like to think I'm a better judge of character now.
I wonder how Hagrid is doing now? The last time I saw him, he was taking little Harry to those great gits of relatives he has. I let him take my motorbike. I figured it would be the best thing... Wormy wouldn't be expecting it.
What I found, I sure didn't expect, Wormtail skulking in the middle of a crowded muggle street. However, what that little git did next surprised even me. I should have expected it. I should have known better then to think I could take him into custody myself.
He cried out in the middle of the street 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!'1 Then he blew up the street. He must have cut off his finger while he was crying out because that was all I saw after the flash of light dissipated. That and all the other dead bodies. Who would of thought the little git had it in him?
I don't know why I did it, but I couldn't do anything but stand there and laugh. I know at that very moment my life was over in the wizarding world, perhaps even in the muggle world. And all I could do was laugh.
When the wizards from the Ministry arrived, what else was I to do but give myself over to them? Hell, I had been training to be an Unspeakable. I know the would have been able to find me.
I had lost at my hunt, to a sneaky little rat.
Fuck Padfoot, you're wasting time again. What are you thinking you blooming idiot. You could have been down that path by now. Now your going to have to run... ugh.
Rest... need rest... shouldn't run full out like that. I need to conserve some energy for the hunt and the going up to the school afterwards.
I hope I don't get too much blood on myself or I'll have to take a rinse in the lake before I go up to the school. Not like I don't need a bath any way. At least it is only me who has to smell me.
One thing I have learned, is to keep this stick here by the tree instead of constantly carrying it up to the shack. It has made a difference in the trip... I don't take the chance of tripping over it and landing on my nose. I did that once, right after a fight with that cat. My nose smarted for a week.
Speaking of that cat, I think I smell it up there. I'm starting to get to know its scent. Let me just peek out of the hole... yep, there it is. Sitting just beyond the range of this blood tree. I still think it has a grudge against me.
What the hell does that thing have in front of it? I'm just going to have to leave the hole to find out I guess.
How the hell does it know that I needed parchment and a quill? Where did it get them? I swear this cat reads minds. It almost reminds me of someone from the old days. But I can't think of who off hand... Oh well, I'll think of it someday, not like I don't have a whole lot to do.
Maybe it will take the letter for me to the Post Office later. I can't give it to them myself. No one will believe at the Post that a mangy dog is bringing a letter to be sent.
Enough thinking, let's go hunting, and then I'll take the parchment back to the shack and start writing.
1 - copied from page 154 of the Hard cover American version of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
