Sirius was stropping, and Elena had no patience for it. They'd hiked out into Muggle London, found a spacious alley filled with rubbish bins and luckily a dirty, thrown out mattress and she had erected some basic wards around the area, so no one would see them, hear them or discover them, hopefully.
"Why does she get to go see him…he's my godson…" Sirius muttered, kicking an empty crisps packet around angrily.
"Because you're scary, and he trusts me already." Elena snapped, combing through her hair with her fingers.
"I wasn't talking to you." He said nastily. "I was talking to myself."
"And you said Azkaban didn't send you mad." She shot back, and he rounded on her.
"You know, it's none of your business, so just shut it."
"It is too my business if you're just going to stand there kicking rubbish around instead of doing something productive."
"What do you want me to do? Go check on Harry. Oh wait, I can't do that!"
"Oh stop moaning! I'll go check on him in a minute."
"Why shouldn't I moan?" He glared at her. "I'm starving. And bored."
"Well I'm sorry I don't come with a portable kitchen." She hissed, standing up. "And go chase a cat or something."
"Bitch." He muttered.
"Dickhead."
"Shorty."
"Convicted mass murderer."
"Shut up." He sat heavily down on the filthy mattress, face stormy and frustrated.

"Who's Remus, by the way?"
"What?" He said savagely. "How d'you know about him?"
"You were talking about him in your sleep last night."
"Why were you listening to me when I sleep? Stalker."
"I couldn't exactly not hear you, you were practically shouting. Kept me awake, you did."
"Don't expect me to apologise."
"I don't." She eyed him shrewdly. "So who is he?"
"Remus? Guy I used to date."
She raised her eyebrows."
"If you've got a problem with that-"
"The lunatic in the next cell to me snogged his shit bucket I don't care who you play tonsil tennis with mate."
"All right then. Good."
"Was he hot then?" She added cheekily, mouth twisted in a smirk
"Piss off Elena."

"See you later, killer." Elena saluted, transformed and darted off out of the shadows.

It took her nearly an hour to get back to the Leaky Cauldron, so she was panting and out of breath as she trudged tiredly up the stairs, avoiding the other lodgers' feet as they moved around the inn.
When she reached Harry's door, she scratched and meowed as loud as she could, and this time he opened the door and let her in almost immediately, with a bright "Hello!"
Elena followed him into the room, waited for him to shut the door and jumped up onto the desk in front of the mirror. Facing up at the ceiling was a new, unblemished copy of the Daily Prophet with two headshots glaring at her. Sirius' face was gaunt and angry, shaking the chains that held him in place. Elena looked hollow, numb and stunned, like she couldn't believe what was going on, and in her mugshot her hair wasn't matted or knotted, but sleek and shiny, pulled back in braids. In the picture she was curvy and soft, but then Azkaban sucked away her gentleness and made her bony and brittle. Not fragile like a flower, but fragile like a bomb.
She tore her gaze away from the mugshots on the front page and purred as Harry began to stroke her. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted before he could say anything but a loud knock at the door.
He looked confused, but stood up and went over to the door, opened it.

A six-foot, physically imposing man, almost as wide as he was tall with muscle, with long brown hair and a silly, simple-looking face and bulbous watery blue eyes stood in the doorway, a short wand in his hand. Waving it, he summoned Harry's wand from the desk and scowled intimidatingly. Harry took a step back, eyes widening in fear. "What…what do you want?"
The man didn't speak, just took another step forward and shut the door behind him.
Elena leapt down from the desk and stood in front of Harry, hissing at the intruder. Terror sparked up and down her body as her body went into fight or flight mode. As the man lifted his wand, he revealed his exposed arm, and starkly black against his pasty skin was the Dark Mark.
That was all the confirmation Elena needed, and she made a split second decision.

Elena transformed, swung her arm back and punched him in the nose with her whole body weight, straight on the nose. He stumbled, and she kicked him in the back of the knees so he fell, then stomped on his face. The man slumped, blood trickling from his nose, unconscious.
"Ow!" Elena yelped, supporting her hand, which felt like it was broken, on fire, then remembered the boy and span around. "All right, Scarhead?"
Harry looked like he was about to faint.
"Did you see that?" She said excitedly. "His bicep is the size of my head! Aren't you impressed? You should be impressed! Why aren't you impressed? Ha! Enjoy having a broken nose you 300 pound bastard!"

Elena looked at him, almost disappointed. "For the boy who vanquished ol' Voldy you're not very impressive, are you. Geez, leave it to the lady to go all the work. Now come on you twat, there might be more of them."

Harry looked like he was about to fall over, which Elena would have paid money to see.

"You…you…your picture was in the daily prophet…you're…you're the fugitive who killed her boyfriend…Munroe…Elena Munroe."
He was starting to panic.
"That's me!" She smiled brightly, but inside she was worried. "Also, really? 'Fugitive'? I think more of myself as an overcompensating drama queen. Now pop your little baby booties on and lets go."
"But you're dead…it said in the daily prophet…you…you drowned off the island Azkaban…they found your body!"
"lol since when?"
Harry frowned, looking puzzled and scared.
"Oh yes sorry I forgot I am a ghoooost…" Elena said sarcastically.
"What? Really?"
"No. Geez, you're not exactly the pointiest hat in the witch hat shop are you?"
"But…the daily prophet…"

"The daily prophet is a load of shit. Probably didn't to cause widespread panic by saying that there are two murderers on the loose. Not," She said thoughtfully, "that I am a murderer. Ready to go?"
"I'm not going anywhere with you! You're a murderer!"
"Friends don't call each other murderers, my little Niffler."
"You might try to kill me." He said warily, edging towards the man's unconscious body and picking up his wand.
"Talk about gratitude! I nearly broke your hand saving you, why would I kill you? Besides I only lost all my baby teeth at age 15 I'm not killing anyone."
"What do baby teeth have to do with this?" Harry was baffled.
"About the same amount of relevance as pumpkin juice."
"Pumpkin juice?"
"Yes, pumpkin juice, I need some. Go get me some, will you, munchkin?"
"But I thought you said we have to go…" Harry still looked stunned.
"Oh now you want to go."
"Why…why do you want pumpkin juice…?"
"Do you think they serve gourmet meals in Azkaban? I nearly broke my hand, it will make me feel better." Elena sat down on the bed and folded her legs. Harry made a weird spasm motion and pointed the wand directly at her. "You're holding the man's wand."
"Yeah, I am. Here," Elena took the wand she picked up and put it on the floor, raising her hands in the air. "Calm down Scarhead. I'm not going to hurt you. Honest. I'm not a murderer. I swear."
"I don't trust you."
"Fair enough." She nodded enthusiastically. "You don't have to. But right now there is most likely going to be someone who comes to check where this tool has got to, and staying here is not sounding like the most sensible option." She stood up. "Besides, there would be lots of people who I'm sure would be rather upset if you popped your clogs, and we don't want to upset any of them, now do we?"
"Um…no…?"
"You can hold the wands," Elena said placatingly. "I'll transform, and I'll escort you down to the bar to make sure that no one attacks you on the stairs, then you can explain to the innkeeper what happened and he should get you another, more protected room and inform the godforsaken Ministry, because interfering busybodies are what you really need right now."
"Okay…"
"Grab your man bag and tampons and we'll go downstairs."

When Harry had slowly readied his rucksack and was ready to go, still baffled, Elena led him down the stairs in her Animagus form, slim white tail jauntily high.

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