The next few weeks were spent traveling towards Surrey England. I tried my
hardest to avoid any animals or people, especially people. Though I was
sure no one alive but Remus and Peter knew of my dog form I didn't want to
bring any suspicions my way.
The closer and closer I moved to civilization the more I heard about the renegade and killer Sirius Black. I was shocked to hear that even muggles were talking about me, Fudge must have told muggles some falsity to get them to take me seriously and help bring me back to Azkaban. If someone would just sit and listen to my story I could prove that it was Peter who was the spy, and if we could get the rat to show himself what better prove was that! Just the thought of Peter made my dog form growl with rage, little tiny worthless traitor but soon I would have him and I knew that I would not be satisfied until my teeth had the chance to rip him to shreads.
I had stopped in a small town only about a day travel from Surrey when I finally had to change back into my human form. I could feel the dog aspect of my brain taking over and since this was the longest time I had ever been a dog for one continuous time period I was afraid I would lose the ability to be and know the actual Sirius.
Sniffing the air one final time as a dog and sensing no human or animal presence I transformed back into my human self. Stretching my arms and legs I gave a sigh settling into fetal position and laying on the ground. I suddenly remembered why I had really enjoyed being a dog for so long, the complicated thoughts of being a man suddenly started to hit me. Being so close to Harry only made me think of his parents and even though the first thoughts of them were bad times, I was also able to maintain the good as well. I remembered James and Lily's wedding with me as James' best man, James finding out he was going to be a father with me as godfather and then finally Harry's first Christmas and one of the last time we were all truly happy.
I suddenly hated myself with such unbelievable passion I did not know where it came from. I was truly the murderer Fudge and the world claimed I was, just not in the way they believed it to be so. I was not the one who physically led Voldemort to the house of my best friends but in my actions it's what I had done. I was no worse then the rat. It was at that point that for the first time since their deaths that I sobbed and cried before I had no more energy but to sleep.
It was many hours before I was once again in the land of the living and able to get to my feet. Wobbling for a few moments I stretched and then continued on my walk through the more wooded areas of where I was. I knew that soon enough I would need to change back into the dog but I was enjoying the relative freedom of walking as a man for now. As I came to a neighborhood I switched back into the large dog and continued walking down the road sniffing at some of the garbage cans. I was desperate for food, there was nothing else left for me to do but eat garbage. It was not one of my prouder moments but it was a necessity for survival. I was lucky this morning, some family had thrown away a pretty large chicken and without another moment's hesitation I let the dog take over and enjoy the free meal in front of me. It might have been a day or so old but I could never remember chicken tasting so good.
Even though I was shooed away I had gotten enough to keep me for at least the rest of the day if it was necessary and that was the important fact. Another important thing to happen that day was that I had finally made it to Surrey.
I had been to this house only once before when Lily had asked me to deliver a gift to her sister for the birth of her nephew that she would never see or know. The child was the same age as Harry and since she was near to giving birth she could not make the trip and James was just unwilling to leave her side for anything. That and he had hated Petunia with a passion. So they had asked me to make the delivery for them and I of course could refuse them nothing. It was a quick little trip anyway and as soon as they answered the door and saw that I was a wizard had given me nothing but trouble. No wonder James hated them, they were both horrible muggles. Petunia was the exact opposite, grumpy, not at all attractive and had none of Lily's light and happiness whatsoever. Vernon was fat and nasty. I had given them the gift and before I could say who it was from they had slammed the door in my face.
Looking upon the house I saw that it had not changed a bit. It was the same two level house with the same plants, colors and everything. It was at this point I heard some yelling from inside and moved behind a large bush my dog ears perked. It was something about parents dieing in a car crash and being a burden on hard working relatives. I couldn't see what happened after but the next thing I knew I saw a skinny boy walk out the door dragging a large trunk and a large man chasing after him- "Come back here boy!" The boy turned around and even my dog form gasped in surprise. It was James all over again. "No! She got what she deserved! I have had enough, I'm leaving!" and then the boy once again without looking back moved down the street and the large man turned back into the house where a shrieking woman remained.
I on the other hand went behind the house and using backyards followed after Harry who suddenly stopped a few blocks away and sat down looking miserable. It was at this point I got my first real good look at him. There could be absolutely no doubt in anyone's mind who's son that was. He was a skinny, too skinny, 13 years old boy with dark hair that stuck up in exactly the same way as James. He even had the same face with the same glasses on them. I couldn't stop staring at him, it was as if he was a perfect reincarnation of my best friend and his father. I had such a strong desire to go up to him and see what I could get out of him but knew that this was not the time. No, our meeting would just have to wait. Harry began to rummage through his trunk when he suddenly rose, back rigid. He must of sensed my presence but at that moment I could not stop staring at him. He turned around and raised his wand shouting "Lumos" and staring right at me.
I met the brilliant green of Lily's eyes. He must have been shocked by my presence because he backed away and then tripped over his trunk with a loud pop. Without another thought I turned and ran down the street away from the godson that had brought back far too many memories and thoughts. Now that I knew what he looked like I had to start my long journey to Hogwarts and that worthless rat that is just waiting for the right moment to strike at my godson. This was war...
The closer and closer I moved to civilization the more I heard about the renegade and killer Sirius Black. I was shocked to hear that even muggles were talking about me, Fudge must have told muggles some falsity to get them to take me seriously and help bring me back to Azkaban. If someone would just sit and listen to my story I could prove that it was Peter who was the spy, and if we could get the rat to show himself what better prove was that! Just the thought of Peter made my dog form growl with rage, little tiny worthless traitor but soon I would have him and I knew that I would not be satisfied until my teeth had the chance to rip him to shreads.
I had stopped in a small town only about a day travel from Surrey when I finally had to change back into my human form. I could feel the dog aspect of my brain taking over and since this was the longest time I had ever been a dog for one continuous time period I was afraid I would lose the ability to be and know the actual Sirius.
Sniffing the air one final time as a dog and sensing no human or animal presence I transformed back into my human self. Stretching my arms and legs I gave a sigh settling into fetal position and laying on the ground. I suddenly remembered why I had really enjoyed being a dog for so long, the complicated thoughts of being a man suddenly started to hit me. Being so close to Harry only made me think of his parents and even though the first thoughts of them were bad times, I was also able to maintain the good as well. I remembered James and Lily's wedding with me as James' best man, James finding out he was going to be a father with me as godfather and then finally Harry's first Christmas and one of the last time we were all truly happy.
I suddenly hated myself with such unbelievable passion I did not know where it came from. I was truly the murderer Fudge and the world claimed I was, just not in the way they believed it to be so. I was not the one who physically led Voldemort to the house of my best friends but in my actions it's what I had done. I was no worse then the rat. It was at that point that for the first time since their deaths that I sobbed and cried before I had no more energy but to sleep.
It was many hours before I was once again in the land of the living and able to get to my feet. Wobbling for a few moments I stretched and then continued on my walk through the more wooded areas of where I was. I knew that soon enough I would need to change back into the dog but I was enjoying the relative freedom of walking as a man for now. As I came to a neighborhood I switched back into the large dog and continued walking down the road sniffing at some of the garbage cans. I was desperate for food, there was nothing else left for me to do but eat garbage. It was not one of my prouder moments but it was a necessity for survival. I was lucky this morning, some family had thrown away a pretty large chicken and without another moment's hesitation I let the dog take over and enjoy the free meal in front of me. It might have been a day or so old but I could never remember chicken tasting so good.
Even though I was shooed away I had gotten enough to keep me for at least the rest of the day if it was necessary and that was the important fact. Another important thing to happen that day was that I had finally made it to Surrey.
I had been to this house only once before when Lily had asked me to deliver a gift to her sister for the birth of her nephew that she would never see or know. The child was the same age as Harry and since she was near to giving birth she could not make the trip and James was just unwilling to leave her side for anything. That and he had hated Petunia with a passion. So they had asked me to make the delivery for them and I of course could refuse them nothing. It was a quick little trip anyway and as soon as they answered the door and saw that I was a wizard had given me nothing but trouble. No wonder James hated them, they were both horrible muggles. Petunia was the exact opposite, grumpy, not at all attractive and had none of Lily's light and happiness whatsoever. Vernon was fat and nasty. I had given them the gift and before I could say who it was from they had slammed the door in my face.
Looking upon the house I saw that it had not changed a bit. It was the same two level house with the same plants, colors and everything. It was at this point I heard some yelling from inside and moved behind a large bush my dog ears perked. It was something about parents dieing in a car crash and being a burden on hard working relatives. I couldn't see what happened after but the next thing I knew I saw a skinny boy walk out the door dragging a large trunk and a large man chasing after him- "Come back here boy!" The boy turned around and even my dog form gasped in surprise. It was James all over again. "No! She got what she deserved! I have had enough, I'm leaving!" and then the boy once again without looking back moved down the street and the large man turned back into the house where a shrieking woman remained.
I on the other hand went behind the house and using backyards followed after Harry who suddenly stopped a few blocks away and sat down looking miserable. It was at this point I got my first real good look at him. There could be absolutely no doubt in anyone's mind who's son that was. He was a skinny, too skinny, 13 years old boy with dark hair that stuck up in exactly the same way as James. He even had the same face with the same glasses on them. I couldn't stop staring at him, it was as if he was a perfect reincarnation of my best friend and his father. I had such a strong desire to go up to him and see what I could get out of him but knew that this was not the time. No, our meeting would just have to wait. Harry began to rummage through his trunk when he suddenly rose, back rigid. He must of sensed my presence but at that moment I could not stop staring at him. He turned around and raised his wand shouting "Lumos" and staring right at me.
I met the brilliant green of Lily's eyes. He must have been shocked by my presence because he backed away and then tripped over his trunk with a loud pop. Without another thought I turned and ran down the street away from the godson that had brought back far too many memories and thoughts. Now that I knew what he looked like I had to start my long journey to Hogwarts and that worthless rat that is just waiting for the right moment to strike at my godson. This was war...
