Ch. 2 Arabella Figg
Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. This.
A/N: I know, I know this chapter stinks too, but it will get better. I promise. Wouldn't you trust someone whose name is Prongs? Hmm? Okay don't answer that. Just review. Pretty Pretty Please?
Harry and Sirius stepped outside into the bright sunshine.
"Harry," Sirius began, "I should probably change in a dog. I mean it probably wouldn't be a good idea for a bunch of muggles to see me."
"Alright," replied Harry.
Sirius's back began to arch, his fingers shrank, and black fur was growing all over his body. Soon enough you wouldn't be able to tell that the large dog had just been a murder convict
Sirius started to trot down the street and Harry followed until they stopped outside a large and very old house. Harry rang the doorbell.
Several cats meowed as Mrs. Figg opened the door.
"Harry, dear, I haven't seen you in ages!!! Come in, come in and tell me why u came."
"Thanks Mrs. Figg," said Harry, "And -er- I brought my -pet dog..."
"Ah yes," the old lady said eying Sirius, "well come in both of you!"
They followed her inside and Sirius transformed into his normal self. The smell of cats came to his nose and he saw a few run from the company. He couldn't help but think of the tent he had stayed in at the Quidditch World Cup.
"Hello, Arabella," Sirius said, "What's up with everything?"
"Oh things are just dandy in the wizarding world," she said as Harry and Sirius sat down on the couch and she handed them recent editions of The Daily Prophet, "There's been lots of attacks and Fudge is still denying that he's back."
Harry looked at the headlines of the papers. They said things such as 'Seven Deaths Yesterday' and 'Ministry says this as nothing to do with He- Who- Must- Not- Be- Named'. Harry also saw one titled, 'Sirius Black still at large, could he be the One Behind Recent Attacks?'
"Fudge still doesn't believe that Voldemort is back?" asked Harry. He was surprised to see that Mrs. Figg didn't flinch at Volemort's name.
"Of course not," she said frowning, "He wouldn't admit he was wrong if Voldemort was right in front of his face. I went to school with him and he is as stubborn as a mule. Well, he might believe he' s back but he won't let anyone else no that."
"Arabella, I don't mean to be rude but got any food? I'm starving. I haven't had a proper meal in about thirteen years." Asked Sirius, hopefully.
"Sure Sirius, in the kitchen," She said as she and Sirius both got up and went into the kitchen, "But I thought you were staying at Reamus's? Didn't he feed you?"
"Yeah he feed me. But all he eats is health food. It's gross. Reduced fat, low fat, no fat- Blah! I think the food in Azkaban tastes better." Sirius said.
"Okay then," she said, "Get whatever you want from the pantry."
"Thanks Mrs. F," he said to her as he without a doubt humming the 'Meow Mix theme song.' Words such as "chicken" and "liver" were distinguishable.
Mrs. Figg shook her head, "I used to baby- sit him and your father."
Harry got an amusing picture of a baby Sirius in a diaper, "I can still hardly believe that you're a witch. How come you didn't tell me that I was a wizard?"
"Well you wouldn't have believed me if I did would you?" she replied.
"I suppose not, he answered.
"Well Harry, would you like a sandwich?" she asked.
"Er- sure," he said.
Mrs. Figg got out peanut butter and jelly, made the sandwich, gave it to Harry, and said, "Oh, by the way Professor Dumbledore owled me this morning. He seemed to have guessed that you two would be coming here soon and he told me to tell you that we are all going to the Wealsey's as soon as you got here. So, as soon as you finish eating let's go. Alright?"
"MM-Hmm," Harry said with difficulty due to the peanut butter.
"I guess I should go in dog form before you introduce them to me," Sirius said grinning.
"That would probably be best," said Arabella, walking over to the fire place, "Well come on then. We're going by floo powder. They know we're coming."
She grabbed some floo powder and stepped in the fireplace and said very clearly, "The Burrow!"
Harry grabbed some floo powder, grabbed some floo powder, and waited for Sirius to take dog form and stand beside him. Then he too said, "The Burrow!"
A/N: I know it's pretty short and stupid. There is a plot to this story though. It will probably become apparent in the next few chapters. Please hit that little periwinkle button down there and review!!! Please Please Please!!!!!!!!
And does anyone know any forms of medieval torture? Yes it's for this story. It's gonna get a little more interesting...
Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. This.
A/N: I know, I know this chapter stinks too, but it will get better. I promise. Wouldn't you trust someone whose name is Prongs? Hmm? Okay don't answer that. Just review. Pretty Pretty Please?
Harry and Sirius stepped outside into the bright sunshine.
"Harry," Sirius began, "I should probably change in a dog. I mean it probably wouldn't be a good idea for a bunch of muggles to see me."
"Alright," replied Harry.
Sirius's back began to arch, his fingers shrank, and black fur was growing all over his body. Soon enough you wouldn't be able to tell that the large dog had just been a murder convict
Sirius started to trot down the street and Harry followed until they stopped outside a large and very old house. Harry rang the doorbell.
Several cats meowed as Mrs. Figg opened the door.
"Harry, dear, I haven't seen you in ages!!! Come in, come in and tell me why u came."
"Thanks Mrs. Figg," said Harry, "And -er- I brought my -pet dog..."
"Ah yes," the old lady said eying Sirius, "well come in both of you!"
They followed her inside and Sirius transformed into his normal self. The smell of cats came to his nose and he saw a few run from the company. He couldn't help but think of the tent he had stayed in at the Quidditch World Cup.
"Hello, Arabella," Sirius said, "What's up with everything?"
"Oh things are just dandy in the wizarding world," she said as Harry and Sirius sat down on the couch and she handed them recent editions of The Daily Prophet, "There's been lots of attacks and Fudge is still denying that he's back."
Harry looked at the headlines of the papers. They said things such as 'Seven Deaths Yesterday' and 'Ministry says this as nothing to do with He- Who- Must- Not- Be- Named'. Harry also saw one titled, 'Sirius Black still at large, could he be the One Behind Recent Attacks?'
"Fudge still doesn't believe that Voldemort is back?" asked Harry. He was surprised to see that Mrs. Figg didn't flinch at Volemort's name.
"Of course not," she said frowning, "He wouldn't admit he was wrong if Voldemort was right in front of his face. I went to school with him and he is as stubborn as a mule. Well, he might believe he' s back but he won't let anyone else no that."
"Arabella, I don't mean to be rude but got any food? I'm starving. I haven't had a proper meal in about thirteen years." Asked Sirius, hopefully.
"Sure Sirius, in the kitchen," She said as she and Sirius both got up and went into the kitchen, "But I thought you were staying at Reamus's? Didn't he feed you?"
"Yeah he feed me. But all he eats is health food. It's gross. Reduced fat, low fat, no fat- Blah! I think the food in Azkaban tastes better." Sirius said.
"Okay then," she said, "Get whatever you want from the pantry."
"Thanks Mrs. F," he said to her as he without a doubt humming the 'Meow Mix theme song.' Words such as "chicken" and "liver" were distinguishable.
Mrs. Figg shook her head, "I used to baby- sit him and your father."
Harry got an amusing picture of a baby Sirius in a diaper, "I can still hardly believe that you're a witch. How come you didn't tell me that I was a wizard?"
"Well you wouldn't have believed me if I did would you?" she replied.
"I suppose not, he answered.
"Well Harry, would you like a sandwich?" she asked.
"Er- sure," he said.
Mrs. Figg got out peanut butter and jelly, made the sandwich, gave it to Harry, and said, "Oh, by the way Professor Dumbledore owled me this morning. He seemed to have guessed that you two would be coming here soon and he told me to tell you that we are all going to the Wealsey's as soon as you got here. So, as soon as you finish eating let's go. Alright?"
"MM-Hmm," Harry said with difficulty due to the peanut butter.
"I guess I should go in dog form before you introduce them to me," Sirius said grinning.
"That would probably be best," said Arabella, walking over to the fire place, "Well come on then. We're going by floo powder. They know we're coming."
She grabbed some floo powder and stepped in the fireplace and said very clearly, "The Burrow!"
Harry grabbed some floo powder, grabbed some floo powder, and waited for Sirius to take dog form and stand beside him. Then he too said, "The Burrow!"
A/N: I know it's pretty short and stupid. There is a plot to this story though. It will probably become apparent in the next few chapters. Please hit that little periwinkle button down there and review!!! Please Please Please!!!!!!!!
And does anyone know any forms of medieval torture? Yes it's for this story. It's gonna get a little more interesting...