Emerald, green eyes stare out from behinds a bush. The eyes belonged to a jet-black dog, whose fun looked dirtier than the street it was standing on. The dogs' mouth was slightly opened, his tough half way out. It was panting, staring eagerly at the street that was lightened only by a full moon, the stars that shone through heavy black clouds, and lampposts. Watching, waiting, but nothing happened. Still it stood there, not moving at all.

Out of nowhere a mass of gray fur crossed the path of the black furred dog. Lightning fast, the dog jumped out from behind the bush and grabbed the rat in its mouth. The dog bit down on the struggling animal. A little bit of its blood escaped the dogs' mouth and rolled down his neck. Hungrily he swallowed the rat in one bite. A look of discuss was on his face, but for now he was satisfied.

A small drop of water gently fell onto the dog washing away the blood. He shook and turned his head upward. Another drop flew, followed closely by another. The dog quickly ran under the nearest overhang to escape the rain. He curled up on the only piece of dry ground he could find, and gradually sleep over took him.

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.'

Faces stared appearing. The faces of those the dog hated. Even the face of those he loved. Most of them had red hair and too many freckles to count. Some of them were old and some were young. They all were wearing the same expressions on their faces. They all were saying the same sentence over and over.

"We will never leave your side. No one can break our friendship, no one". But broken it was. The promise lay shattered along with the last of the dogs' sanity. The dog shivered as much from the cold as from the need to kill.

More faces appeared. More lies were spoken through smiling faces. The need to run over powered the dog, but there was nowhere to go. There was no friendly face in which to welcome him back into their hearts. No one wanted a murderer. The high wall around his heart continued to blacken and grow at the sight of every new face. As soon as everything had started, it stopped. Voices could be heard, but they were unrecognizable through the fog of sleepiness.

"Careful Hermione", cautioned a deep male voice. The dogs eyes shot open, he knew that voice from anywhere. Happiness filled him. He was safe. No, he wasn't safe he was about to get his revenge. Two emerald eyes stared hungry at the people in front of them.

"He looks lonely," the women paused, "he almost looks like Sirius Black. You remember him, don't you?"

"Who can forget?" The dog got up, shook his coat, and sat back down. He made his eyes water just a little as he looked back at Hermione.

"Look Ron. He's so cute." The dog started wagging its tail.

"If you look past all that dirt on his fur, there may be a dog there." The woman's curly brown hair bounced from side to side as she turned to face the red haired man. A hopeful look was shinning in her eyes.

"Do you think my…" He stopped mid sentence. "Damn him." He said so quietly the dog had to strain to here him. "Damn him!" This time it was much louder.

"Ron?" There was a pained sadness when she said his name.

"Would you like to have a dog, Hermione? I'm sure Ginny would love him." All the anger was gone from his voice.

"I would love that." Hermione said as Ron turned away. A tear fell from his eye. Hermione saw, but kept her attention on the dog. She smiled while looking down at the dog.

'May be this dog will ease his pain.' The curly haired women thought hopefully. Her smile was dampened slightly as she focused on the dogs black head. Its beautiful emerald eyes had a strange look in them. It was a look so deep of hatred it sent a shiver down her spine. She blinked, hoping she was imagining it. When she opened her eyes again the look had changed.

"I don't think this is a good idea anymore, Ron." She said turning to face to red haired man and backing away from the dog. That look the dog gave her had scared her to the bone. It had held so much hatred, and so much sadness.

"Why 'mione? Like you said, it's so cute. I don't thing it would hurt a fly."

"It reminds me to much of Sirius Black. It even looks the same."

"Come on Hermione, it's just a coincidence. It's not like the dog is a murder or something. This could do us some good. If not for us, than for Ginny.

"Right," she gave in not wanting a fight. Hermione waved her wand over the dog, and took the leash that was now around its neck.

"Ron, when we get back home you can give him a bath."

"Fine," Hermione shot a glance at his over-happy face.

"The muggle way."

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I hope everyone liked this chapter, and I'm really sorry it took me so long to post. I feel bad because I'm always so late and have to keep you guys waiting. For those who have stuck with me throughout the whole story, I thank you so much. And to Danny, I could never have a better beta reader. The next chapter of Never in a Million Years should be up shortly, and hopefully the next chapter for Revenge also.

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