Chapter 2: Padfoot or Sirius?
Making an inhabitant of Azkaban mad was never a good idea, even on a good day, and today was a very bad day for Sirius Black. Everyday was pretty damn bad, but this was truly the icing on the cake. His godson was being abused. There was no other way of saying it. That was what it was, pure and simple. And this made Sirius mad. As a child in the Black house, he was never treated well, he was never the model son his parents wanted, he had gotten Sorted into Gryffindor, he wouldn't become a Death Eater, and he was best friends with James Potter - a blood traitor and Remus Lupin, a werewolf. And Peter, but Sirius refused to think of that bastard. His mother was the worst, she favoured Sirius' brother, Regulas, and made sure Sirius knew about it. She hit him, hurled verbal abuse at him and to top it off, threw him on the streets at 16 years of age. He hadn't even finished school before he had to find a new home. But then again, Sirius didn't mind being thrown out, he hated his home, and James' parents were a hell of a lot nicer, and let him stay with them.
He had to do something. He couldn't leave the poor boy there, he wouldn't last that long. He wouldn't see Hogwarts, he'd never have children, or get married. Something had to be done. Then suddenly an idea formulated in Sirius' head. Padfoot. Could he still do it? Sirius stood up and summoned his Animagus self. Damn, he had paws, and fur, but he wasn't a complete mutt yet. OK, Sirius, he told himself, you can do this. You need to. For Harry. Give him the childhood you never had. Sirius took a deep breath, and concentrated hard. With a low pop, a Grim like dog appeared in place of Sirius Black. Fan-bloody-tastic.
He waited until his evening meal before transforming again. When the Dementors came through, he transformed, and slid through the slight opening where his cell had been opened, and galloped into the darkness of the corridor in the Maximum Security Wing of Azkaban.
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Harry wasn't allowed out of his cupboard for another two weeks after he had been beaten by Vernon. He had a slice of bread a day, and to be honest he was thankful for that. Once before they had completely forgotten about him and left him locked in the cupboard, alone, hungry for a full three days until a teacher form his school phoned, asking why he wasn't at school.
When he was finally allowed out his cupboard, the entire world, Muggle and Wizarding, was a complete and utter chaos on the breakout of a prisoner form a High Security prison.
Harry timidly walked in the living room, where the television was blaring full blast. The news was on and was being avidly watched by Petunia and Vernon.
"There have still been no sightings of escaped prisoner Sirius Black..." A picture flashed on the screen.
"Padfoot..." muttered Harry, before he clamped a hand over his mouth and ran back to his room - no cupboard. Who was Padfoot? How did he know him? How was he connected to Sirius Black? All these questions buzzed around Harry's head, and apart from giving him a throbbing headache, confused him greatly.
~*~
So this was Surrey? Sirius thought as he padded through the streets. He'd only been here once before, and that was with Remus to terrorise Lily's sister. It hadn't been his best idea, as it had led to him being yelled at for several minutes by a pregnant red-head, but it had been as funny as hell. Sirius' stomach rumbled. Oh yeah, he thought, food haven't had any of that for a while. Should probably find some, or nick some, or something. Maybe that kid would have some. He bounded over to the boy and began to run around him.
"Hey boy," the boy said, "You want something to eat? I'm sorry, I haven't got anything. My name's Harry. Have you got a name? Hmm... probably not I think you're a stray, you're a bit dirty. I think I'll call you Padfoot. Is that OK?"
Bugger, Harry was easy to find. OK it was a total accident but it was him. He looked an image of James, a very much smaller, malnourished James with big bug eyes, but it was still mini-James. Sirius barked and began to lick Harry.
"I guess that's OK right? Well, I need to get to school. You can come with me if you like." Harry suggested. Sirius nodded, and began to follow Harry, who talked to him all the way.
"I'm in Year 1 at the moment. Dudley, my cousin gets a lift to school but I'm not allowed. He's really fat, and he needs the exercise really, but he won't walk. It's not really that far. Only down here now." Harry said and they walked in silence for a while. It was a very odd sight. Sirius was a very large dog, and Harry was a very small boy, and Sirius was taller than Harry was. Sirius thought he looked a bit like a bear, but he'd never told anyone.
"Padfoot, something weird happened the other day. There's this man that's 'scaped from a prison. And I recognise him. His names Serious or something. I said Padfoot as soon as I saw him. I don't know why. I don't know why you remind me of him either. I mean it's not as if you are really a person is it? But you know, that doesn't seem like a weird idea. Magic I mean. I can kind of do some. I break my glasses a lot, and if I really really want them to, they fix themselves. Watch." Harry took his glasses off and threw them on the floor. The glass in them cracked, and Harry picked them up. He bent in close to the dog, and closed his eyes. A faint glow appeared around them and the glass became whole again. If a dog could look surprised Sirius did. Harry was a very perceptive child. Too perceptive maybe. Definitely too perceptive.
Would Harry be surprised if he showed him he really was Sirius Black? Probably not as Harry had basically suggested it himself. As a child he'd seen Sirius do it many a time, and he never did call him Sirius, it was always 'Pa'foo, Mooey and Wormy...' no evil git. Out of my thoughts and memories. Go. Shoo. It was hard believing what had happened for Sirius. He never had a grieving period. He had never though of them in Azkaban. He didn't allow himself too. He didn't deserve friends like Lily, James and Remus. They should of made him be Secret Keeper, instead of allowing him to convince them to switch. God he was a prat.
"Oh, Padfoot I'm here now. I'll talk to you more later maybe, if you're still here." Harry said, and he tickled Sirius behind the ears. He licked Harry on the nose, and Harry giggled, and ran into the classroom.
Hmm, thought Sirius. Maybe I can tell him. It sounds as if he knows anyway, or at least that he wouldn't be too surprised. Yep, he decided he was going to tell Harry. When he came out of school. And then, we'd see what happens... and I can get him away from those ruddy Muggles.
A/N Harry seems to know quite a bit doesn't he? Hmmm, why is that? Thanks to ne1 who reviewed I really appreciate it!!
Making an inhabitant of Azkaban mad was never a good idea, even on a good day, and today was a very bad day for Sirius Black. Everyday was pretty damn bad, but this was truly the icing on the cake. His godson was being abused. There was no other way of saying it. That was what it was, pure and simple. And this made Sirius mad. As a child in the Black house, he was never treated well, he was never the model son his parents wanted, he had gotten Sorted into Gryffindor, he wouldn't become a Death Eater, and he was best friends with James Potter - a blood traitor and Remus Lupin, a werewolf. And Peter, but Sirius refused to think of that bastard. His mother was the worst, she favoured Sirius' brother, Regulas, and made sure Sirius knew about it. She hit him, hurled verbal abuse at him and to top it off, threw him on the streets at 16 years of age. He hadn't even finished school before he had to find a new home. But then again, Sirius didn't mind being thrown out, he hated his home, and James' parents were a hell of a lot nicer, and let him stay with them.
He had to do something. He couldn't leave the poor boy there, he wouldn't last that long. He wouldn't see Hogwarts, he'd never have children, or get married. Something had to be done. Then suddenly an idea formulated in Sirius' head. Padfoot. Could he still do it? Sirius stood up and summoned his Animagus self. Damn, he had paws, and fur, but he wasn't a complete mutt yet. OK, Sirius, he told himself, you can do this. You need to. For Harry. Give him the childhood you never had. Sirius took a deep breath, and concentrated hard. With a low pop, a Grim like dog appeared in place of Sirius Black. Fan-bloody-tastic.
He waited until his evening meal before transforming again. When the Dementors came through, he transformed, and slid through the slight opening where his cell had been opened, and galloped into the darkness of the corridor in the Maximum Security Wing of Azkaban.
~*~
Harry wasn't allowed out of his cupboard for another two weeks after he had been beaten by Vernon. He had a slice of bread a day, and to be honest he was thankful for that. Once before they had completely forgotten about him and left him locked in the cupboard, alone, hungry for a full three days until a teacher form his school phoned, asking why he wasn't at school.
When he was finally allowed out his cupboard, the entire world, Muggle and Wizarding, was a complete and utter chaos on the breakout of a prisoner form a High Security prison.
Harry timidly walked in the living room, where the television was blaring full blast. The news was on and was being avidly watched by Petunia and Vernon.
"There have still been no sightings of escaped prisoner Sirius Black..." A picture flashed on the screen.
"Padfoot..." muttered Harry, before he clamped a hand over his mouth and ran back to his room - no cupboard. Who was Padfoot? How did he know him? How was he connected to Sirius Black? All these questions buzzed around Harry's head, and apart from giving him a throbbing headache, confused him greatly.
~*~
So this was Surrey? Sirius thought as he padded through the streets. He'd only been here once before, and that was with Remus to terrorise Lily's sister. It hadn't been his best idea, as it had led to him being yelled at for several minutes by a pregnant red-head, but it had been as funny as hell. Sirius' stomach rumbled. Oh yeah, he thought, food haven't had any of that for a while. Should probably find some, or nick some, or something. Maybe that kid would have some. He bounded over to the boy and began to run around him.
"Hey boy," the boy said, "You want something to eat? I'm sorry, I haven't got anything. My name's Harry. Have you got a name? Hmm... probably not I think you're a stray, you're a bit dirty. I think I'll call you Padfoot. Is that OK?"
Bugger, Harry was easy to find. OK it was a total accident but it was him. He looked an image of James, a very much smaller, malnourished James with big bug eyes, but it was still mini-James. Sirius barked and began to lick Harry.
"I guess that's OK right? Well, I need to get to school. You can come with me if you like." Harry suggested. Sirius nodded, and began to follow Harry, who talked to him all the way.
"I'm in Year 1 at the moment. Dudley, my cousin gets a lift to school but I'm not allowed. He's really fat, and he needs the exercise really, but he won't walk. It's not really that far. Only down here now." Harry said and they walked in silence for a while. It was a very odd sight. Sirius was a very large dog, and Harry was a very small boy, and Sirius was taller than Harry was. Sirius thought he looked a bit like a bear, but he'd never told anyone.
"Padfoot, something weird happened the other day. There's this man that's 'scaped from a prison. And I recognise him. His names Serious or something. I said Padfoot as soon as I saw him. I don't know why. I don't know why you remind me of him either. I mean it's not as if you are really a person is it? But you know, that doesn't seem like a weird idea. Magic I mean. I can kind of do some. I break my glasses a lot, and if I really really want them to, they fix themselves. Watch." Harry took his glasses off and threw them on the floor. The glass in them cracked, and Harry picked them up. He bent in close to the dog, and closed his eyes. A faint glow appeared around them and the glass became whole again. If a dog could look surprised Sirius did. Harry was a very perceptive child. Too perceptive maybe. Definitely too perceptive.
Would Harry be surprised if he showed him he really was Sirius Black? Probably not as Harry had basically suggested it himself. As a child he'd seen Sirius do it many a time, and he never did call him Sirius, it was always 'Pa'foo, Mooey and Wormy...' no evil git. Out of my thoughts and memories. Go. Shoo. It was hard believing what had happened for Sirius. He never had a grieving period. He had never though of them in Azkaban. He didn't allow himself too. He didn't deserve friends like Lily, James and Remus. They should of made him be Secret Keeper, instead of allowing him to convince them to switch. God he was a prat.
"Oh, Padfoot I'm here now. I'll talk to you more later maybe, if you're still here." Harry said, and he tickled Sirius behind the ears. He licked Harry on the nose, and Harry giggled, and ran into the classroom.
Hmm, thought Sirius. Maybe I can tell him. It sounds as if he knows anyway, or at least that he wouldn't be too surprised. Yep, he decided he was going to tell Harry. When he came out of school. And then, we'd see what happens... and I can get him away from those ruddy Muggles.
A/N Harry seems to know quite a bit doesn't he? Hmmm, why is that? Thanks to ne1 who reviewed I really appreciate it!!