Disclaimer- I've pinched, umm…borrowed the characters from JK Rowling's Harry Potter.
People have been bugging me to write another chapter so here it is! Thank you to Tonks and Oliver who were the only two people who I didn't know that read and reviewed. Hopefully, the answer to your question will become clear. The rest were my friends that I forced into reviewing so I look popular. Also, Templa Otmena, you know who you are, cheers for being as weird as I am!
A Gryffindor Returns
It felt very strange being an animal, the transformation seemed to come from somewhere inside him. His sense of smell and hearing had improved dramatically, but his vision had turned black and white. Walking, or rather trotting, was faster with four feet and he had a tail! Sirius wagged it experimentally. He also felt calmer as a dog, less panicked. He sniffed the air. Apart from dust and old wood polish there was a subtle smell, warm and comforting, which brought back feelings of happiness and nostalgia. Books, ink and a wood fire. He followed the smell along the hallway, his claws tapping on the marble, it got stronger as Sirius neared the source and he ran faster and faster, needing to know where it was.
Suddenly, he skidded to a stop, paws sliding on the slippery floor. He was in front of a gilt-framed painting, almost life-size, of a large woman in a pink dress. The smell was coming from behind it. Sirius sat back on his haunches and whined, how on earth was he going to get through it? Knowing instinctively what to do, he concentrated at a point within himself and changed back into a man.
Sirius straightened up and examined the painting. He'd definitely seen it before, many times, but where he could not pin down. He traced the frame with his fingers, than slid them round the edges and tried to life it off the wall. Nothing happened, it was stuck fast. It intrigued him; the woman didn't strike him as a relation or somebody he knew well, so why did he feel like he had, well, spoken to her. 'What a stupid idea,' he thought, 'people don't talk to paintings.' Reaching forward he touched the woman's face lightly. To his surprise a tiny hole appeared, growing steadily bigger until it was large enough for a person to crawl through. Sirius stepped backwards, wondering if something was going to come out of it, but nothing did. He glanced along the corridor again, and then back at the hole. There was nothing for it, he took a deep breath and climbed into the painting.