Valencia Hunter, a blonde, dark eyed 27 year old detective, is on her way home after a long day at work. Nothing interesting, really, the most exciting case had to do with a common prank. Valencia honestly thought she would do something a bit more exciting than just false alarms and missing doughnuts. When she was a child, she solved a murder case, and put the murderer behind bars. That was far more exciting than what she had to do now.

She arrived at her apartment, parked, and went inside. Her day ended just as usual, dinner, teal hooks, and brain challenging games - to keep her mind sharp. She got into bed, thinking about what to do in her day off the following day. Every time she has a day off, she gets up, goes to the library, borrows a book, and goes to the local cafe for coffee and cake. After that, she spends the rest of the day watching movies at home. She thought her life very boring, and wanted to do something fun.

Maybe she would go the the pet store, get a cat or something… She dozed off.

The next day, determined not to make it as any other day, she got up, dressed, and went directly to the pet store. She walked in, immediately being greeted by a dark haired female. Valencia guessed the girl was around her age, give or take a few years.

"Hello, welcome!" said the girl, beaming at her.
Valencia gave the girl a small smile.
"Thank you. I will look around for a bit."

And so she did. She passed many pets, none of them catching her eye.

She goes to the dog section. A huge, black, bearlike hound, sitting in the far corner of the cage looks at her with beautiful grey eyes, and then goes back to staring at the floor. It looks so sad. Valencia puts her hand through the cage, the dog only glances at it. She goes to the shopgirl.

"I may have an interest in one dog... " says Valencia.
"Take me to it, and then you'll meet him or her!" she replies cheerfully.

Valencia leads her to the dog, who was still staring at the floor. The shopgirl frowns at it.

"What's wrong?" asks Valencia, curious. The girl pauses.
"Well, y'see, that dog is a stray. We found it three days ago, and it's been sitting in that corner ever since, not eating, but occasionally drinking some water. We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl," she replies. Valencia thought for a moment.
"I'll take him," Valencia says at last. The dog looked up at her, confusion clear in its eyes. It was as though it knew what she was saying. The girl was surprised as well, but went with it.
After purchasing everything she needed for her new dog, including the dog itself, of course, she thanked the girl and left.

As she walked home, the dog walking alongside her, the dog barely looked up, despite it being a sunny day, but seemed slightly happier to be outside. Valencia thought about what to name him. She noticed his padded paws as she watched him.

They got to her apartment, and the dog refused meals and drank little water, no matter how much Valencia pleaded. They spent the next couple of days together, in which Valencia tried to figure out the dog, and what she should call him.

One evening, she sat down on the floor with him and said, "You know, I think I'll call you Padfoot," to which his eyes widened and he bared his fangs.

What happened next was the most magical thing Valencia ever witnessed. The dog. Transformed. Into. A man.

The man had raven black hair that went to his elbows, and beautiful grey eyes that showed shock. Valencia got the impression that he was once handsome.

She recognized immediately who he was.

The escaped prisoner: Sirius Black.

"Sirius Black.
No way.
Not possible.
Nuh uh.
Just no.
My eyes are playing tricks on me."

That's what was going through Valencia's head at that moment. She couldn't believe her eyes. There's no possible way a dog could transform into a human. Especially not a prisoner. Escaped prisoner. It's magic. But magic isn't real…
Everything Valencia considered impossible just became possible.
He towered over her, backing her into a wall.

"You mislead me, witch! I thought you were just a muggle!" he said, shaking with rage. Valencia hadn't the faintest clue of what a muggle was.
"That's not a very nice thing to call someone, especially someone who took care of you," she replied with as much dignity as she could. Black's feature darted back to shock - then rage again.

"Don't lie! You're with the Ministry!" he looked quite demented.
"I suppose you could say I'm 'with the Ministry', I'm with the MI6, and you're arrested," she replied as calmly as she could. Valencia felt very sorry for Black, he seemed to not know what to believe.
"You're not… with the Ministry of Magic?" he asked slowly.
"Magic? Of course not," she nearly smiled.
"So then… Are you a muggle?" he asked.
"A muggle?" confusion spread over Valencia's face again.
"So you're not…" he seemed to be able to breathe again, "I'm sorry. Can you please just do one more thing for me? Please?"

Valencia felt a strange warmth. She thought for a bit.

"What is it?" she finally managed to ask.
"Please don't tell anyone you saw me. I'm innocent, I swear," he said, and Valencia opened her mouth but he put a finger up to stop her. "They got the wrong man, I would never kill anyone like that. But I have to find my godson. He needs to know the truth, and I have to protect him from a certain man. I swear I'll repay you one day, but please don't tell anyone about me."

Valencia stared at him, looking into his eyes. They held nothing but honesty, and a bit of desperation. She couldn't help but believe him.

"I - yes. I won't tell anyone," she said at last. The man smiled brightly, looking 20 years younger. He hugged her tenderly, whispering, "thank you," softly.

He left, and Valencia sank to the floor, thinking about what just happened.