Pat closed her eyes and held her fingers over a small sphere. Clouds started spinning inside it, small silver puffs, and then they cleared. A blurry vision of a tall man and a short, fat dude came into view. The tall man hissed as the other cowered. A bright light flashed and a finger lay on the sidewalk. Another man was standing, with a horrified look. Then the tall hissing man came back and Patricia felt her forehead burn. Another bright light flashed and she was flung against the wall. She remembered a slight pain in her back and searing pain on her forehead and she was out cold.
A cold wind brushed Patricia's cheek. Something was pillowing her head and someone was stroking her head. She groaned and rolled slightly, opening her blurry eyes. Her eyes took in the scenery, finally looking up to see she was in Sirius's lap. She scowled ad hard as she could and tossed herself out of his lap. "Leave me alone." She growled at him, leaving him shocked. "I don't feel like talking to traitors." He said nothing, but looked at the ground with shame all over his face. Youko walked to Pat and sat down next to her. He pulled her head to his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Pat, the guy said he was sorry."
"Youko, I've heard sorry form many guys many times, remember Mike? He dumped me 5 times and said sorry after every time, made no difference." She sighed. "I can't give my heart to someone who won't hear my story before passing judgment. I can't forgive him easily. It hurts." Youko rubbed her shoulder and let her cry on his. After a few moments, she walked down to the water. Her eyes closed and she let the wind caress her hair and face. Her feet shifted into light blue claws, scales crawling up her legs. Her back arched and wings sprouted from her shoulder blades on her back, a tail came from the bottom of her spine and her neck stretched. Soon she was a light blue dragon with blackish blue hair as a mane. She tossed her head back aggravatingly, and then took off to the skies, soaring above the mountains.
A bewildered Sirius watched the sky. He never new his girlfriend was an animagious. He watched her circle through the clouds, soaring like she loved every minute of it. A tear formed in the corner of his left eye as he watched her. His eyes cast down as he transformed into the huge black dog. Loosing all his senses, he dashed after her.
Darren woke up in the midst of Azkaban. He was already frail and sick. He coughed, spittin up blood. He sighed and dropped his head. Life was such hell. The vision that woman saw... It was all true, exactly just what he had felt. Unfortunately, the whole of the wizarding community thought he was crazy and a kidnapper even charged him with attempt to murder. The scar on her forehead would go away eventually, but he didn't put it there. A few words were mumbled incoherently before her friends burst through the door. They had knocked him out with a curse, just to last till the authorities came. Of course they didn't believe his story. The girl was bleeding, bruised and knocked out. Plus she had rope marks on her wrists and ankles. But that lightning scar... that was something else. He was sure it was a trademark of some sort, but the seeing ability was too strong for the girl and she didn't get anything more than bits and pieces. He couldn't complain; it was more than he ever got, but she'd never remember it. Well might have a few flashes, but it'll never make sense. He sighed and shook his head, fading into forever darkness.
Dragon Patricia settled in a clearing in a forest to the east of the mountains. She folded her wings onto her back and closed her eyes, a huge grin curling the ends of her snout. Lazily, she puffed smoke out her nose and sighed contently. The world seemed so carefree to the eyes of a dragon. No homework, no cramped fingers, and spells were cast without a wand. Plus, she didn't have to be a mage to breathe fire. Or take lessons. She was so deep into her mind that she never noticed the black dog lying beside her. Sleep began to dance on her eyelids and she finally rested her head, retiring next to a tiny animal, any normal dragon would love to snack on.
Sirius had followed her through the mountains. He was glad his sense of direction was awesome and his nose was strong or he would have lost her. When his legs gave out, he was glad to notice her tail through the trees. After 20 minutes of resting, he was able to drag himself next to her. Luckily, she was too caught up in her mind to notice him. He didn't want a fight, just to be there. The whole time he ran after her, he decided he'd leave before she even woke up. He assumed she didn't want him there. How could she? He had been a complete arse. No, he'd just have one night to lay by her side, and then he'd leave her alone forever. It was best that way. He looked at her smiling face. The lightning bolt scar was still bleeding slightly. None of their friends knew what that meant. Sirius had remembered seeing a glowing ball on the floor. The handprints had matched Pat's. But seeing balls usually didn't leave scars. A few have burned hands, but never foreheads. Had she seen something she wasn't supposed to? Everyone knew Pat had extraordinary seeing skills. The headmaster had already asked her if she was going to be a teacher. She was more into being in the wizarding FBI. He laughed at the thought. Yeah he really did love her, if only she could trust him again... That was the last thought in his head. He soon fell fast asleep.
The morning dawned brightly. Pat yawned, her long pink tongue lightly lapping the air. Her wings stretched 20 feet into the air then folded back down as she stretched her back legs then front. It was then that she noticed the black dog, lying on his side. Her nostrils flared and shot smoke as she stomped to wake the dog. He flipped over almost immediately, fearing for his life. Pat lowered her long neck, to stare at him eye to eye. "Sirius what are you doing here?" She growled gently at him. He stood there and trembled, feeling the fiery breath of the fully angered dragon.