Thank you to all my reviewers!! It's a first for me to get so many good reviews that I love to see, please keep up the writing it helps to see what I can improve! It was mentions that a reviewer liked the third person POV better then Sirius' POV...well this chapter will still be in Sirius' POV but if you review and say you want the third POV I will write that from now on. Leave comments, I love them and my reviewers as well thanks guys!!! Also, someone mentioned that Sirius can most likely appreciate back and forth but from reading the book I gained the impression that he did not do so and chose to travel in his dog form.

After that night I saw Harry for the first time I was constantly trying to push away memories of the best friend my godson so resembled. My days were spent traveling from Surrey all the way to London and Hogsmeade. I had decided that I would spend a few days there before making my final stretch to Hogwarts and the rat. The trip to Hogsmeade was longer then I had expected and once I got there for a day all I did was sleep and eat whatever my dog senses could find.
After recovering from the exhausting trip I began to walk around the streets trying to steal some food from any wizard or witch who would look my way. Since I was a dog I pretended to be a pleasant, sweet, lovable stray and surprisingly it worked really well for getting food. The one thing that was disturbing for me was the abundance of wanted posters with my human face on it. Sometimes I just sat in front of one and shook my dog head in disturbance and annoyance. Giving a soft whimper which was the equivalence of a human sigh I padded away and again ran into the darkness.

A week later....

I had now taken residence in the forbidden forest that the marauders had explored so long ago in our student days, and for the first time in 13 years I felt like I was home. I could always see the castle that held so many good memories, the lake, the quidditch pitch and the grounds that I loved so much. I always saw groups of students wandering as they moved from class to class. Was Harry among those groups? Was Harry friends with the boy who owned Peter? While I was wondering on this a different smell reached my nose as I turned to the left to see a large ginger cat with an ugly squashed face. Its bright crimson eyes narrowed as it spied me from a distance. Before I could try to communicate with him he turned and ran away back towards the castle that I could not get into at the moment.

I continued to watch the children and even see that cat from my distance in the dark forest. Every day the cat came closer and closer and sometimes I could send a word of greeting to him before he turned and ran. With the feline out of reach I turned to finding the boy and Peter. One clear and bright afternoon I espied the boy who owned him. He had flaming red hair, pretty tall for his age and freckles across his nose. The single problem I had found was that he also happened to be the best friend of Harry. I rarely saw one without the other. Oh Peter Lady luck, dam the bitch, was on your side. The final Potter was so close to him and all he needed was a reason to finally show his worth to Voldemort. This was going to more complicated then I had anticipated or wanted. Now it seemed to be imperative that I get into Gryffindor Tower and kill that rat. There was also another girl that was often with them, she had large bushy hair and was a bit shorter then the two boys and always with a book.

~That is my mistress.~

I blinked and turned to again meet the bright eyes of the ginger cat who obviously had gained enough courage to finally talk with me. Perhaps I had found a comrade in my quest to get Peter?

~She is friends with those two boys?~ I asked

~The tall one does not like me because I have been trying to get rid of that rat who reeks of treachery. Stupid human thinks he is a normal rat, but I know better. You are not a dog either~

It was not a question but a statement. I nodded my dog like head and the cat sniffed at me cautiously.

~ You have a similar smell but not of treachery. Why have you come and look so intently at my mistress and her friends?~ His squashed head tilted as he watched me curiously.

~I am here to get rid of the rat and I have a connection with the dark haired boy human.~ I was shocked that this seemingly innocent cat was so much smarter then he appeared to be. He was the smartest of his kind I had ever met, he must be half Kneazle.

~I have been where he sleeps at night. He calls out for a man and a woman sometimes. Are you that man he calls for?~

Oh god...Harry dreams of James and Lily? I felt my heart go cold as I shook my head and sat down whimpering involuntarily. ~No, those he calls for are long gone, but I am here to make up for that loss.~

The cat tilted his head like sensing my sadness and despair before purring softly ~I will help you...We will get rid of the rat.~

~I need to get into Gryffindor tower~ At the cat's look of confusion I remembered that I had to state it simply. ~Where your mistress and the boys sleep...that is the tower.~ The cat's face suddenly comprehended what I said and turned staring towards the castle.

~I know the way and I believe there is something going on that the children are still in the large room where the head sits and the four large tables...~

~The great hall?~ I ask and then I remember, its Halloween. No, forget the implications those 14 years ago...forget Godrics Hallow. ~The rooms and halls will be empty and it will be easier for us to get to the tower.~

As I suspected there was not a single person around the halls and both the cat and I easily reached the tower without seeing a single soul, live or ghost. Once we were down the hall from the tower I tried not to cringe of returning memories. I stopped suddenly right before we reached the portrait entrance and could see in my minds eye phantom forms of Prongs and I ripping his invisibility cloak off from a late night trip and laughing about how clever and smart we were.

Oh Prongs...how I have wronged you. Oh how I miss you dreadfully.

~It is right ahead~ The cat watched me carefully and I nodded suddenly thinking of something.

~I am going to transform into a human before I am seen by the portrait, I need my disguise to stay that way. Hide in the shadows, there are many watchers around these corridors and if anyone sees you, you could be recognized and that would be bad for your mistress.~

The cat thought on it for a moment and nodded. ~I will find you again in the forest.~ And then he was suddenly gone into the shadows leaving me with memories and my task.

Changing back into my human form, I rose in the darkness and took the last few steps to stand in front of the fat lady who looked down at him without thought.

"Password?"

"I..."My voice was so hoarse; it felt like I had never used it in my life. Coughing to clear it a bit I hoped it might get rid of some of the phlegm. "I don't have it...but I must get in to get a rat that's all I want. Let me get the rat and I will be gone from here."

She looked at me and I knew she remembered who I was. She shook her head and started to call an alarm. Snarling I reached into my robes looking for something and then found a knife. I could head sounds and suddenly began slashing her picture, she had to stop!! If they found me and returned me to the dementors, oh god no anything but that! I was so desperate for her to be quite that I didn't think and just began slashing the picture to shreds. "Shut up! If you had let me in, this could have been so much easier!" I was breathing heavily by the time I was done feeling oddly better that I had gotten some anger out, the painting on the other hand was destroyed and the fat lady had run away crying. I turned to find Peeves laughing as he moved down the hallway.

"Sirius Black is back from the dead! Too bad you can't bring Potty the first back, you killed him and now you're after his son!" I watched in horror as Peeves just laughed as he said that, there was nothing funny about James being dead! I was about to open my mouth when I heard more movement and in fear took to the shadows before changing back to the dog.

I ran through the shadows of the castle, trying to stay out of the sight of any ghosts or portraits I saw. If I could get to one of the secret exits out of the castle I could easily get away from the hunting party that was now searching the castle for me. Every few moments I would stop listen to any sounds and hide if I heard anyone around. When I had finally managed to get out of the castle I headed straight for the forest and an evening of thinking about the life that could have been if not for a stupid secret keeper who had betrayed his friends.