Summary: After the escape from Azkaban, there was an incident that took place in a Muggle neighborhood involving...the Grim?
Author's Notes: Well, I got bored and I knew I needed to post something to let you guys know that I am still alive and that I am working on Of Hidden Truths--little by little. -.-' It is very hard to write a long chapter when you're so uninspired with HP... Anway, let's get on with this part of the fic ^.^"
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. :p
He had paused to lick his paw; the journey had not been an easy one, but he would make it. He'd run into a large Muggle area and had yet to come across a wizard. It was luck and wasn't going to last long as he continued his journey. Hogwarts. That was his main objective...
Escaping Azkaban hadn't been easy. Prisoners that had spotted him screamed something dreadful, thinking Padfoot was the Grim. Idiot Death Eaters, the whole lot. Who would be afraid of a big black dog, anyway? One that was skin and bones, no less.
Already, he had been on the Muggle news. He had watched the program from outside of a home, relieved that his Animagus form was still secret...even if it wasn't to Voldemort.
He had stayed near the house since then, recovering his energy and thinking of where he was. He was in Surrey, that much he knew. Perhaps the name of the street he was on was call Magnolia Crescent...
Well, Harry's Muggle aunt and uncle lived in Surrey. No telling where or how close he was to them, though Harry must have watched the news as well. So if he tried to explain anything before he got to the rat, Harry would never believe him.
That night, it was dark and all the houses were just as dark, not allowing any light onto the street. He didn't need light, however, to realize someone had paused near the street.
His ears perked slightly, and he lifted his head to sniff the air. The person's scent...he recognized it...
He stood, favoring his front left paw for a moment as the muscles uncramped. He could see him now, bent over his trunk in search of something. Then, the young man froze before turning to look straight at him.
He froze. Padfoot shouldn't be seen!
The young wizard casted a lighting spell as he blinked, studying the small boy. He looked so much like James that he almost felt like running over, barking up a storm. The green eyes stopped him, however. They watched him warily for only a moment before he took a step back--
He had to wince sympathetically as the boy tumbled over his own trunk, losing his wand. He quickly moved from his spot near the house.
Not yet, he thought firmly to himself as the road filled with light with the sudden arrival of a triple-decker bus. He needed to get Wormtail before he could prove himself to Harry.
"...transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to..."
"It's all right, Harry. I'll be back, I promise..."
He couldn't help but watch from his new hiding spot. Harry was almost all grown up. For twelve years, images of him as one-year-old had haunted him. Now he was already thirteen! Was he happy? What kind of things did he do for fun? Was he more like James or Lily?
He wanted to know everything about the boy, but he couldn't stay long...
"...doin' down there?" the young man from the bus asked his godson, who answered, "Fell over."
He snorted at the thought. He certainly had his way with words like James, though he suspected that had more of Lily's intelligence in the use of them. Lily and James...he had tried not to think about them for so long that he only felt numb when he remembered them.
Oh, he could remember what they looked like, what they sounded like, even what they smelled like--no thanks at all to Dementors. He would always, however, first remember their faces as he last saw them. James--beaten, looking as though he had waited for death, had wanted it--and Lily--pained and afraid, probably knowing she wouldn't live, probably knowing her busband was dead as well. Now looking at Harry, who was nervously pushing his bangs down onto his forehead--the opposite of how James had messed with his hair--he could feel the numbness peel slightly away, leaving him with internal agony.
He whined slightly, watching Harry board the bus--whatever posssessed him to leave the neighborhood, he didn't know--before the bus left with a BANG!
It was a sign, he had to believe. He had to get to Hogwarts and get the rat. He had to prove his innocence to Harry, to Remus--what had the werewolf been doing for the past twelve years?--hell, he'd prove his innocence to the Wizarding World at large!
Ambitious thoughts, he knew, but they were what pressed him onward on his journey to Hogwarts. Those thoughts, as well as the promise he had made to Harry twelve years ago, kept him moving and made him more wary of wizards that he would spy. He couldn't afford to run into them and let them discover his true identity.
Especially not when Hogwarts--and the rat--was in reach.
Author's Notes: Yeah, and so I have finished yet another short story-like thing. You know I honestly do feel wretched for not updating Of Hidden Truths...but I promise that I am working on it (I should really be working on that report for English though...*sweatdrops*). ^.^" So no worries! It should be out! Just be patient! ^.~!
Author's Notes: Well, I got bored and I knew I needed to post something to let you guys know that I am still alive and that I am working on Of Hidden Truths--little by little. -.-' It is very hard to write a long chapter when you're so uninspired with HP... Anway, let's get on with this part of the fic ^.^"
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. :p
He had paused to lick his paw; the journey had not been an easy one, but he would make it. He'd run into a large Muggle area and had yet to come across a wizard. It was luck and wasn't going to last long as he continued his journey. Hogwarts. That was his main objective...
Escaping Azkaban hadn't been easy. Prisoners that had spotted him screamed something dreadful, thinking Padfoot was the Grim. Idiot Death Eaters, the whole lot. Who would be afraid of a big black dog, anyway? One that was skin and bones, no less.
Already, he had been on the Muggle news. He had watched the program from outside of a home, relieved that his Animagus form was still secret...even if it wasn't to Voldemort.
He had stayed near the house since then, recovering his energy and thinking of where he was. He was in Surrey, that much he knew. Perhaps the name of the street he was on was call Magnolia Crescent...
Well, Harry's Muggle aunt and uncle lived in Surrey. No telling where or how close he was to them, though Harry must have watched the news as well. So if he tried to explain anything before he got to the rat, Harry would never believe him.
That night, it was dark and all the houses were just as dark, not allowing any light onto the street. He didn't need light, however, to realize someone had paused near the street.
His ears perked slightly, and he lifted his head to sniff the air. The person's scent...he recognized it...
He stood, favoring his front left paw for a moment as the muscles uncramped. He could see him now, bent over his trunk in search of something. Then, the young man froze before turning to look straight at him.
He froze. Padfoot shouldn't be seen!
The young wizard casted a lighting spell as he blinked, studying the small boy. He looked so much like James that he almost felt like running over, barking up a storm. The green eyes stopped him, however. They watched him warily for only a moment before he took a step back--
He had to wince sympathetically as the boy tumbled over his own trunk, losing his wand. He quickly moved from his spot near the house.
Not yet, he thought firmly to himself as the road filled with light with the sudden arrival of a triple-decker bus. He needed to get Wormtail before he could prove himself to Harry.
"...transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to..."
"It's all right, Harry. I'll be back, I promise..."
He couldn't help but watch from his new hiding spot. Harry was almost all grown up. For twelve years, images of him as one-year-old had haunted him. Now he was already thirteen! Was he happy? What kind of things did he do for fun? Was he more like James or Lily?
He wanted to know everything about the boy, but he couldn't stay long...
"...doin' down there?" the young man from the bus asked his godson, who answered, "Fell over."
He snorted at the thought. He certainly had his way with words like James, though he suspected that had more of Lily's intelligence in the use of them. Lily and James...he had tried not to think about them for so long that he only felt numb when he remembered them.
Oh, he could remember what they looked like, what they sounded like, even what they smelled like--no thanks at all to Dementors. He would always, however, first remember their faces as he last saw them. James--beaten, looking as though he had waited for death, had wanted it--and Lily--pained and afraid, probably knowing she wouldn't live, probably knowing her busband was dead as well. Now looking at Harry, who was nervously pushing his bangs down onto his forehead--the opposite of how James had messed with his hair--he could feel the numbness peel slightly away, leaving him with internal agony.
He whined slightly, watching Harry board the bus--whatever posssessed him to leave the neighborhood, he didn't know--before the bus left with a BANG!
It was a sign, he had to believe. He had to get to Hogwarts and get the rat. He had to prove his innocence to Harry, to Remus--what had the werewolf been doing for the past twelve years?--hell, he'd prove his innocence to the Wizarding World at large!
Ambitious thoughts, he knew, but they were what pressed him onward on his journey to Hogwarts. Those thoughts, as well as the promise he had made to Harry twelve years ago, kept him moving and made him more wary of wizards that he would spy. He couldn't afford to run into them and let them discover his true identity.
Especially not when Hogwarts--and the rat--was in reach.
Author's Notes: Yeah, and so I have finished yet another short story-like thing. You know I honestly do feel wretched for not updating Of Hidden Truths...but I promise that I am working on it (I should really be working on that report for English though...*sweatdrops*). ^.^" So no worries! It should be out! Just be patient! ^.~!