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Chapter 19

Dogfood

Harry woke the next morning to a loud banging noise, followed by an even louder scream of pain.
"I just had a really weird dream. Hermione kept telling me to eat my goobers. What are goobers anyway?" Ron asked stupidly.
"Don't look at me. What was that noise?"
"What noise?" At this point, Neville came hobbling up the stairs.
"Ow. Ow. Owwwwww."
"Neville, what's wrong?"
"Ow." Ron shrugged at Harry as they got up out of bed and got dressed. They met Hermione in the Common Room and headed down to the Great Hall.
"Great, our schedules," Ron moaned as Professor McGonagall passed them out.
"I've got N.E.W.T. Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws, then Potions with Slytherin, then Defense Against the Dark Arts. What about you, Hermione?"
"Same thing. Ron?"
"I've got N.E.W.T. Transfiguration, Divination, then Defense Against the Dark Arts. With Professor Windling…"
"Oh Ron, give it a rest already!"
"Why?"
"Oh never mind."
The three of them headed upstairs for Transfiguration, where McGonagall gave them an extensive lecture on N.E.W.T. Transfiguration and set them to work on turning a goldfish into a cat.
"Mine still had scales, do you think that's bad?"
"Mine was still orange, and it tried to bite its own tail, which looked a lot like a fin."
"Mine still had gills; it died."
"My cat's whiskers were too short."
"Hermione, give it a rest, you're making the rest of us look bad," Ron grumbled as Harry and Hermione went down to the dungeons for Potions.
"Have a good time in Divination, Ron."
"Oh be quiet, Harry. I wonder who's teaching it this year anyway."
"Don't know. What I do know is that we've got to get going before Snape docks 50 points from Gryffindor. Are you coming Harry?"
Harry was currently staring at Professor Windling, who was walking Sam (Sirius) down the hall.
"I don't suppose any of you can point me in the direction of Professor Hagrid," she asked sweetly.
"Uhhhhhh…"
"Just through those doors and to the left. You can't miss his cabin." She nodded and walked past them, Sam throwing them a dirty look. "And Ron, do close your mouth, you're drooling on my shoes."
"Oh, sorry Hermione."
"Well, you'd better hurry up and get to Divination before you're late."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"I wonder what's wrong with Sam," Harry remarked as they walked down the stairs.
"Oh, don't worry about him, I'm sure Hagrid can take care of him."
Potions class made history that day, as it was the first time Harry hadn't lost any points for Gryffindor, a new record.
They joined Ron, who was happy to announce that Professor Trelawney, (she had returned and was working with Firenze) was not as much of an old bat as she usually was, on the way to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Ron was disappointed that Professor Windling was late to her own class.
"Sorry," she panted as she ran in five minutes after the bell, Sam still on a leash. "I had to take him down to Hagrid's. Anyway, hello, I'm Professor Windling, but you already knew that. I've never been fond of giving or receiving long lectures, basically saying that I won't tolerate you being late, you have to work very hard in my class, and that I expect you to give 110, so we're going to jump right into the lesson. Today we will expand your protection against curses and jinxes thrown your way. Do you all know the shield charm?" There was a murmur of agreement from the class. "Okay then, you will come up one by one, I will shoot some kind of spell, and you shout 'protego' to block it. Get it? Good. We'll go alphabetically and then I won't have to take the roll call either. Convenient, no?"
She proceeded to go down list, calling them up one by one. Hermione was the first person to correctly use the charm; Professor Windling hit Lavender with expelliarmus, and Seamus was thrown backwards into Ron's desk by a forceful reductor curse. A short time later Neville fell to the floor, petrified. Parvati was victim to a strong stunning spell, and then it was Harry's turn. His shield was so strong that it threw rictusempra back at Windling, and she had to drop to the floor in order to avoid being hit. After Harry, Dean's shield held up against tarantallegra, but Ron, who would normally have been able to use the shield charm properly, was hit with densaugeo, and Professor Windling had to perform the countercurse.
"Alright, well, that was an invigorating warm-up, don't you think?" Most of the class groaned, and Windling smiled at them. "If you don't think you can handle this hands-on stuff, I could always have you guys write an essay…" Immediately everybody was standing with his or her wand out. "Thought so. Now that we've had a little practice round, why don't you all split up into groups of four and shoot spells at each other for a while?"
Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Neville got into a group, and by the end of class everyone was nursing an injury of some kind. Professor Windling held Harry back to talk with him about Occlumency.
"How much do you know?" she asked.
"Not much, really."
"Well then, we'll get started soon. Come by my office tomorrow night after dinner."
"Alright." As he turned to leave, Sirius, or Sam, licked his hand and, in doing so, dropped a piece of paper into it. Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be seen, so he slipped off into an empty classroom to read it.

Harry,

Go to the Room of Requirement after dinner tonight. Bring me some food, preferably chicken.

Sirius

Harry stuffed the parchment into his pocket and ran up to the Gryffindor Tower, looking for Ron and Hermione. After giving the Fat Lady the password (blubber monkeys) he climbed through the portrait hole and heard a sharp scream, followed by glass shattering.
"What happened?" Harry questioned.
"I don't know; all of a sudden Hermione just shrieked and dropped something," came Ron's reply. At this point Hermione came down from the girls' dormitory and dragged them into a closet.
"What was that for?" asked Harry.
"Sirius just talked to me through the mirror; he wants us to meet him in the Room of Requirement after dinner."
"And to bring some food," Harry added. Hermione gave him a surprised look. "He gave me a note when I left Professor Windling's room."
"Now what's wrong with him?"
"Don't know, but I guess we'll find out."
They decided to use Harry's invisibility cloak, as someone might want to know why they were carrying food around the school. However, it was difficult for three people carrying a bundle of food to move under the cloak. They finally managed it, and fell into the room. Sirius was waiting for them there, lying on a sofa. He pounced on the food they had brought, which gave Harry time to ask what was going on.
"What was wrong with you today?"
"Oh, that, oh, nothing, nothing."
"Right…"
"Alright, fine. If you must know, she's feeding me dog food. I WILL NOT EAT DOGFOOD!!!!!!" Harry and Ron looked at each other, then burst out laughing. "It's not funny! How would you like to eat dog food?!"
"Sirius," Hermione prodded, "does Hagrid know that you're Sam?"
"Don't know." He was still glaring at Harry and Ron, who were now rolling on the floor.
"Because if he did, I bet he could tell Professor Windling to feed you table scraps instead."
"That's a great idea Hermione! Why didn't I think of that?!"
"Gee, I wonder…"
"Oh, be quiet. Can you tell Hagrid?"
"Sure. Harry, Ron, you might want to get off the floor."
"Right," Harry gasped, picked up some parchment, and started writing a letter to Hagrid.

Dear Hagrid,

We were just petting Sam in the hallway, and Professor Windling told us that he's not eating. You've actually met Sam earlier this year, and he seemed to be fine then. He was eating table scraps then, could you tell Miss Windling to start doing that again? Sam says hi, by the way, and doesn't hold a grudge for you thinking he was a traitor.

Harry

"There, how does that sound?"
"Perfect. And thanks for the food."
"You're welcome," the three of them replied at the same time.

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