A/N: Hi everyone! This is the second installment of my Prisoner of Azkaban series, and I really hope that you enjoy it! But, obviously, I don't own any of the characters--they're all the masterful JKR's. The plot, however, IS mine. Just about everything except for the things that I borrowed from JKR. So, ©, okay, ©!!

But other than being nice and not stealing, I really hope that you enjoy…

The Prisoner of Azkaban 2:

The Goblet of Fire

Based on books 1-5 by J.K. Rowling

By Kirsten

Chapter 1

Hardly a Vacation

Sirius Black was awake, but not at all willing to make the effort to get up. He felt something pecking gently at his head, and he waved it off, and rolled over with a sleepy grumble. But the pecking persisted, and Sirius opened one eye reluctantly to see Buckbeak the hippogriff looking at him expectantly.

"Well?" Sirius asked it. "What the heck d'you want?"

The hippogriff cocked its feathered head confusedly.

Sirius glared at it teasingly, and pushed himself into a sitting position. He honestly had no idea where he had been hiding the last couple months, after his escape from Hogwarts, but it was beautiful. Sandy beaches, and tropical waters were all he could see for miles. Behind him, deeper into the island, there were fruits to eat, and enough shade to keep him satisfied for days.

"I was sleeping; what do you want?" Sirius repeated. He petted it lovingly. Buckbeak had been Sirius's only companion all summer, and he was growing quite fond of him. His strong horse body and eagle front was interesting, and Sirius was rather proud to be able to say that he owned a hippogriff. Not that he could brag about it to anyone on this island.

Sirius scratched sand out of his matted hair, and looked out at the crystal-blue waters that stretched out for miles before him. Being alone all summer had left much time for thinking—too much, in Sirius's opinion. For there were so many things in Sirius's past that he would rather forget.

For one, it was the fact that one of his best friends from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Peter Pettigrew, had turned to the evil Lord Voldemort and betrayed them all. That betrayal had led to the murder of James and Lily Potter—both of whom Sirius had loved like a brother and sister. But the worst part of losing two of his friends was the fact that when Sirius tracked down Peter to avenge their deaths, Peter framed Sirius for the murder of 12 non-magic muggles and Peter himself.

For this, Sirius had been sent to Azkaban Prison for 12 years. When he escaped, bent on revenge, Sirius followed Peter to Hogwarts. Here, he saw his godson, and James and Lily's only child, Harry, for the first time in years. He was so grown-up; it was amazing. It seemed like just yesterday that the Potters were carting a five-month-old Harry to his house for Christmas…

It was on that fateful night that Harry had learned about how his parents really died, and how Peter was the one to blame. Another of Sirius's Marauding friends, Remus Lupin, had had a hand in helping Harry learn the truth, and for that, Sirius was forever grateful.

But Peter had escaped from Sirius's clutches, leaving Sirius with no other choice but to flee the country. Which landed him here—wherever the heck that was.

Sirius glanced at Buckbeak again. He was now digging his claws into the sand, scavenging for something. Sirius stood up and walked to his stock of fruits a few paces away. He only had about a dozen left, and in the back of his mind, he made a mental note to find more. He grabbed two, and tossed one to Buckbeak. The hippogriff excitedly dove its beak into the fruit and ate heartily. Sirius went back to his spot in the shade of the trees and sat down again tiredly.

Sirius looked blankly at the fruit in his hands. He found that he really wasn't hungry. He thought of what his wife-to-be, Arabella Figg, would say if she knew he wasn't eating. With her in mind, he took a bite, and sat down next to Buckbeak.

Belle was still in England, and Sirius couldn't have missed her more. She was working with Albus Dumbledore in the Order of the Phoenix. Belle was protecting Harry as his Secret Keeper, posing as a Squib across the street from Harry's aunt and uncle, though Harry knew nothing about her wizarding background. Belle told Sirius that she preferred it that way. Knowing Belle how he did, he guessed it was so that she wouldn't have to revisit losing Lily and James, if Harry ever asked about them.

"What do you think, Buckbeak? Time for a relaxing nap?" Sirius asked the hippogriff. It burped.

"I'll take that as a definite yes," Sirius said, setting down his unfinished breakfast, and stretching out on the sand again, digging his toes into the cool grains and closing his eyes.

He had been asleep for less that a quarter of an hour, when he felt something pecking on his head again.

"What, now, Buckbeak?" Sirius muttered groggily. But, when he opened his eyes, Buckbeak was splashing in the water, and there was a snowy white owl perched on top of Sirius's head. "Hedwig?" Sirius muttered, helping Harry's owl off his head. "News from Harry?" he asked it, as she stuck out her leg. He shimmied the note off of it, and offered the magnificent bird the remains of his fruit, which she ate gratefully.

Dear Sirius,

Thanks for your last letter. That bird was enormous; it could hardly get through my window.

Things are the same as usual here. Dudley's diet isn't going too well. My aunt found him smuggling doughnuts into his room yesterday. They told him they'd have to cut his pocket money if he keeps doing it, so he got really angry and chucked his Playstation out of the window. (That's a sort of computer thing you can play games on.) Bit stupid, really, now he hasn't even got Mega-Mutilation Part Three to take his mind off things.

I'm okay, mainly because the Dursley's are terrified you might turn up and turn them all into bats if I ask you to.

Sirius chuckled. Turn them into bats…sounds like fun.

A weird thing happened this morning, though. My scar hurt again. Last time that happened it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts. But I don't reckon he can be anywhere near me now, can he? Do you know if curse scars sometimes hurt years afterward?

I'll send this with Hedwig when she gets back; she's off hunting at the moment. Say hello to Buckbeak for me.

Harry

"Hey, Buckbeak! Harry says hi," Sirius said offhandedly, as he stared at the parchment. Harry's scar was hurting.

The night of Lily and James's murder, when Voldemort had broken into their house in Godric's Hollow, Voldemort had tried to murder little Harry as well, in hopes of finishing off the Potter line forever. But the Avada Kedavra curse had failed, leaving Harry with a lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead and marking him for life as "the boy who lived." And now the scar was hurting, just as Voldemort was on the rise again?

There was only one thing for it. Sirius was coming back to England—there were too many strange happenings going on, and Sirius couldn't let Harry be in the middle of it. He was Harry's godfather; after all, it was his duty to Lily and James to help Harry in his times of need.

Sirius told Hedwig to stay put, and he dashed back into the shade of the trees, still clutching Harry's letter. Nearby his pile of fruit, Sirius headed for the pile of parchment and bottle of ink that Belle had sent him recently. He grabbed a piece and his quill and ink, and hurriedly wrote to Harry.

Harry—

I'm flying north immediately. This news about your scar is the latest in a series of strange rumors that have reached me here. If it hurts again, go straight to Dumbledore—they're saying he's got Mad-Eye out of retirement, which means he's reading the signs, even if no one else is.

I'll be in touch soon. My best to Ron and Hermione. Keep your eyes open, Harry.

Sirius

He attached the note to Hedwig's leg and sent her off. Sirius then took his quill, a few pieces of paper, and his bottle of ink, and jammed them into his robes.

"Buckbeak," called Sirius, and the hippogriff came to his side quickly. "We're going home."