Disclaimer: Hmmm... You know, after a while, you run out of things to say in here. Of all the witty comments I have said in the past, I can't think of one here. Fine. I'll give it a try. I own Harry Potter books, 6 of them to be exact, and 3 Harry Potter movies, but I didn't invent him. Jeez, half the time I can't even invent a witty disclaimer!

A/N: Ok. I really hope that in the last chapter I didn't make things move too fast for Hermione and Sirius. Think of it this way, though. Sirius has a knack for causing trouble and getting into danger, right? And Hermione being chased by some revenge-wanting lunatic isn't bettering her chances for survival. So I figured that it is better to live while they had the chance, instead of taking my time and them never (possibly) getting together. If I made you mad, though, I'm sorry. I have come to realize in my mere 17 years that you can't please everyone all the time. It's best just to please yourself and go from there. If people like it, so be it. If not, that's not your problem. Anyone else agree?

Sorry for the short chapters. They say everything I need them to, though.

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Chapter Five:

"Wyatt!" A deep voice yelled crudely.

"C-Coming, sir!" Wyatt yelled, hurrying to his boss. "Y-yes, boss?" He said warily, hoping his boss wasn't angry with him.

"Did you feed the pet's?" The man asked his employee, although he himself considered him more a slave. He watched the mans eyes grow large as he realized that he had forgotten one of the orders his boss had given him. "I am willing to let that go. Did you succeed in finding the location of my father's body? The sooner we find him, the quicker we can attempt to bring him back."

"N-no, sir. The person that we have in position is not answering any of our calls. We haven't been able to reach him for a few days."

The man's face grew red with rage. "You are such an incompetent fool! If you couldn't reach him by phone or floo, why didn't you just go to his home! Get out of my sight!" He yelled. As Wyatt was leaving, however, he hit him with a curse from behind. "Crucio!" He yelled. He loved to watch his victim's writhe in pain. He supposed that was his father coming out in him. Shortly after the Dark Lord was defeated by the sorry excuse for a wizard, Harry Potter, his mother had told him that the man he had thought to be his father for 21 years wasn't actually. His real father was the Dark Lord.

In his rage, he had killed the imposter on the spot, causing his mother to go a tad bit crazy. He kept her in his mansion with constant attention given to her by the best of doctor's and nurses. One day she had presented him with an old journal of his real fathers. It contained information that many could only dream of containing. Information that would give many nightmares.

But not him. It inspired him, angered him. Encouraged him to create his most lethal and prized possessions. His Serpantitheus. He spent many a long night pouring over books, researching how to do the proper creature cross-breeding to obtain his desired effect. Finally, about two years ago, he had mastered the feat and now had a whole herd of the beasts.

"Tyler?" His thoughts were interrupted by his most trusted friend and advisor, Symon.

"Yes, Symon, what is it?" Tyler said, somewhat annoyed at the interruption.

"They have fed the creatures. All of them are in great shape." Symon said. He proceeded to approach Tyler. He was very cautious, however. Just because he happened to be Tyler's best friend, didn't mean that he could avoid the mans wraith. Tyler had a very bad temper that Symon assumed came from his estranged father as well. After all, he had met Tyler's mother a number of times. While Tyler claimed she was crazy, Symon found himself drawn to the woman's warm disposition and often visited her like she was his own mother. It was a pity that Tyler kept her here, like some caged animal. She didn't deserve it. He had made a promise to himself that one day he would get her away from there. From Tyler. But first, he had to help Tyler with this task. While he didn't agree with some things the man did, this going after the mudblood and her friends was a good idea. After all, his father had been a very loyal supporter of the Dark Lord as well, and once the Dark Lord was defeated, his father and mother took their own lives in order to not be captured and sent to Azkaban, or to have to live day to day knowing that an insolent boy like Harry Potter defeated the greatest wizard to ever live. He wanted his revenge, too. And if the only way to get it was to serve a sadistic psychopath, then, so be it.

He sat down at the table across from Tyler. Tyler looked up at him with blood shot eyes. "Is that all?" He asked.

"No. I also wanted to inform you that the next one on your list, Tera Norman, is being trailed as we speak. We are ready to send out one of your Serpantitheus' as soon as you give the command."

Tyler looked up, somewhat happier than before. "Finally, someone competent in this whole place. Very well. Let me write a short message to Ms. Granger, then you can send them out. This time, send two. Make sure that there is only enough left of the body to barely be able to identify it. I want them to understand that I mean business."

Symon nodded and left the room.

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"Harry!" What are you doing in here at this time of night?" Sirius asked his godson, trying to sound as not guilty as was possible. By the look on Harry's face, however, his attempts were failing.

"Might I venture to ask you what you were doing in Hermione's room, kissing her, at this time of night?" Harry asked, half serious, half amused and a fraction of him disgusted.

Sirius blushed. "You saw that, did you? Well, what can I say? I couldn't resist."

Harry laughed. "Well at least you can tell me how you came to be in her room at 3 AM!"

Sirius laughed his bark like laugh. "Sure. But first, tell me how you came to be in the hallway spying at 3 AM. I am rather curious."

Harry smiled. "Fair enough. That falling book didn't wake only you up. And I am quite offended that you told her I wanted you to beat her over the head with something!" Sirius looked down, ashamed. "You should have said I wanted you to strangle her with Dobby's tea cozy. That would have been more believable."

The two men laughed. "Now, it's your turn to explain."

Sirius grew serious.( Sorry about that.)

"To be honest, I really like her. She's...She's..."

"Amazing? Smart? Beautiful?" Harry supplied.

"Yeah. All of that, and so much more. And she's so strong. To see all that she's seen and still be so...so innocent. It's amazing."

Harry looked at his godfather. He'd seen him around a few girls since he'd been back, and he'd seen him around a lot of girls in various pesieves. He had never seen him appear to be this stricken with a girl.

"It appears that someone has developed a crush on my best friend. Who would have thought?" Harry teased. Sirius threw a pillow at him.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have plans for tomorrow and would like to get some sleep." Sirius said.

Harry, in the best girly voice he could muster, said, "But don't you want me to tuck you in?"

He barely dodged the shoe that came flying at his head as he shut the door.