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The Animagus

By Jamnaz79

Author Note &Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other works that might be crossed over with this fiction. I do not claim any rights to the characters or anything in these stories. I am just playing in the sandbox of JK Rowlings. I hope you will like my little changes.

Please note this section is definitely M rated below.

Sirius stared at that ass. It was perfect in his view. It was small, tight and shapely at the same time. He saw the red hand mark from where his palm had smacked it moments before. The giggle from the woman still filled the air. The pink lips spread apart as they glistened with juices wanting, needing him again. He could see the slick of her cum mixed with his own falling down her juicy thighs that he just wanted to bite into. The woman's hips were rounded to perfection for his hands to grab onto.

She knelt on hands and knees facing away from him. The tease of her ass wiggling before his eyes calling to him, beckoning and daring for Padfoot junior to take another dip. And swim he did as he grabbed the perfect handholds of her hips and thrust forward. The smack of flesh as he felt her ass push backwards against his groin. His balls slapping against her clit as he drilled deeply into her. The moans filled the air as he sheathed himself into her wet womanhood buried all the way down the shaft. Then pulling backwards onto drive forward once again to fill her up.

He wasn't certain if it was the potions, empty jars on the side of the bed, or the woman before him that caused an unending thirst for her. Each time he slammed forward, causing her heavy C cup breasts to flap back and forth under her, called to him to dominate her more. The animal within him from his animagus loved every moment as he mated her as a wild, rabid dog.

Her hands slipped forward as her face buried into the pillow muffling her groans that filled the room. There was no music, only the perfect sound that had been heard for centuries of humans as he took her like his bitch.

Sirius eyes slowly drew upwards along her back as it stretched forward. The pale grays followed the curve of her spine along her smooth back towards her neck. A lock of deep rich crimson hair plastered to her neck covered in sweat from their hours of enjoyment. Just as she was about to turn her head to the side his vision went dark as he heard a loud banging noise.

Sirius shut up as his eyes opened with a groan as he heard the loud repeated tapping coming from the window. His eyes squeezed shut trying to remember the dream he was just having. It had been one that he had felt so many times over the past few weeks. It had come ever since he had been saved from the dementors.

It was almost as if it was trying to tell him something. His brain was addled when he tried to think about more details but in truth there wasnt any. It always ended just at that point, there was a mist that blocked out the rest of the thought. The dream was troubling because it was so descriptive. He could feel every moment of pleasure, every second of enjoyment. But, he couldn't remember who it was with.

What scared Sirius even more was the hair color. He hoped it had been someone like Amelia Bones, she had been three years ahead of him at Hogwarts and he remembered a bit of fun with her. There was actually a few red heads that had been fun for Sirius. There had been that Davis girl too which he ran into after graduation. He dreaded that possibility it had been a Weasley or Prewett. The only thing scarier was the fact that he knew a woman with crimson hair like that. A woman who, he would admit he had fantasized about her body a time or two. But, the one person that was always off limits. The one person he would never touch, but her hair had been the same color.

The tapping grew louder and broke the train of Sirius thoughts. Slowly he stood up ignoring the tent in his pj's he was wearing as he walked over to the window of his bedroom at 12 Grimmauld Place. He had come to the house of his parents to hide out till he could get away from England. It was difficult at the moment as most places were guarded by the muggles and magicals looking for him. He was the most wanted person in the country after all. According to Remus, Dumbledore volunteered to get them a portkey created to the Caribbean. They would leave sometime tomorrow hopefully and this house was the safest place in England, despite the memories.

Sirius opened up the window and through it flew a beautiful white owl. One that he had seen before with his godson, the fact that the creature had found him through the immense wards of this house was impressive. He only hoped that the DMLE didn't have any owls like this one that could find him anywhere or he would be in trouble. "Hello Hedwig correct?"

The owl landed onto the headboard of the bed and turned her head towards him staring for a long moment before seeming to nod.

"Harry told me how beautiful you were, but he never mentioned how intelligent too." Sirius offered for the creature, he had learned a long time ago you get more women with kind words then roughness, well normally. But, it still worked better with magical animals that could claw the crap out of you, "Did Harry send you?"

The owl gave him a flat stare as if to say of course you idiot. Then held out her leg with the small note on it.

Sirius reached forward with a smile, "Lets see how my godson is enjoying his summer."

Dear Padfoot,

I hope you are safe. I have read through your misadventures with my father at school. It was impressive and interesting. I can't wait to go over it with you. I have also decided to take the potion. I didn't find anything of notes about it in the journal, but I figured if you could do it in your third year, so could I. I can't wait to see what I become.

Harry

Sirius stared at the note, he read it twice, then a third time. He grimaced to himself, "He took the potion already? How could he be ready to take it already?"

The gray eyed man looked up at the owl with worry plain on his face. He and James had spent r half a year preparing to meet their inner animal and get ready before the potion. Yes the potion was a way to get ready quicker for becoming an animagus. But, it was not something that could be rushed. He had told him he needed to meditate. Did James not write this down in the journal? Shit, if Harry took the potion now without preparing, then he would not be ready for the second personality merging with his own. He wouldn't be able to control himself with whatever he became. He would give into his instincts and emotions and have zero control in his surroundings! This was dangerous, far too dangerous.

The normally relaxed man looked upwards towards the bird, "Stay here. I will be back."

The letter dropped onto the bed as the man disappeared in a crack of apparation.

~~~ TA ~~~

The man appeared in the park where he first saw Harry the summer before. It was not very different then he remembered last year as a dog. In fact the bench he appeared next to was where he had peed on last time and still smelled the same. Sirius resisted the urge to sniff around as he was on a mission and would not be denied.

The wanted man pulled on a hat, sliding it down to cover his face as he walked forward quickly down the road. It was always better to be safe than sorry, he was after all the most wanted man in England at the moment. Despite the houses looking like one another, Sirius could feel the one he needed. There was a coldness that seemed to seep into his bones as he moved towards number 12 Privet drive. It was almost as if something felt his magic and was pushing it away. Only almost any other man it would work, and he would turn away not even realizing what he was doing.

Sirius was different. He was determined and he would reach his godson. He reached the driveway and walked past a pair of shiny new BMW up towards the door. He may or may not have accidentally scratched one from rear bumper to front bumper with his pocket knife. It was an accident of course. When he reached the front door he paused about to knock.

Before his hand touched the door he could hear the scream from inside. It was one of sheer terror and shock. Sirius didn't bother to knock he simply threw his shoulder into the door and pushed it open. It slammed forward only to reveal a vision not expected.

Rolling down the stairs was the fattest man he had ever seen. The huge man, the size of a small walrus, was wearing a robe one might expect from a poorly made Sherlock Holmes movie. The very unfortunate part of the clothing was the fact that it was very obvious that the man had shat himself from the brown stains he was leaking as he rolled down the stairs. The huge man landed at the foot of the stairs in a daze with a squish sound as yellow liquid pooled at his feet.

A screeching noise came from the kitchen as a thin willowy woman ran into the room, "My Vernon!"

She was followed by a boy so fat he could fill in the saint puff marshmallow man's son if not for the near appearance to the chubby man at the foot of the stairs. Along with the young man more slowly came a beefy woman with shower length blonde hair leaning on a walking stick. The trio was so concerned about the man that they had yet to notice Sirius. The heavy set woman spoke up, "Vernon, what has that little monster done to you? Did he trip you or push you? Should be beaten to know better."

Vernon Dursley was a large man, a man that felt he was at the top of the food chain. But, moments before when he went to investigate a strange noise he heard upstairs from his demented nephew he learned a new fact. He was far from the top of the food chain. When he opened the door to the room he noticed first the splatters of blood everywhere. His eyes next felt a pair of large emeralds staring back at him. It was in those eyes that he saw his own death before him. Those eyes were filled with anger, hatred, and hunger. The type of hunger that a predator has when it looks at it's prey. The anger and desire to hunt and kill that someone would see in a lion when it was about to pounce on a gazelle. Vernon Dursley suddenly felt a lot like that gazelle as he was standing before a young adult lion with a black mane. The door slammed shut from his shaking hands as he stumbled backwards to the stairs hitting against them. His filled up pants squished to the railing before the pale man tumbled down the stairway to find himself at the bottom looking up in pain.

The large man started to sit up from his tumble only to open his eyes and find the second most scary thing he possibly could find. Standing behind his family at the doorway was none other than the wanted criminal. The mass murderer that his demented nephew called his godfather. The very man that he had been threatened by the boy would come to get him and his family. That man looked at him with wild hair only matched by the craziness in his pale gray eyes. It was the second time tonight that Vernon lost control of his bowels. He stuttered as he raised his hand to point behind the family, "mmmmm..."

"Vernon it is okay, whatever the freak did we will deal with it. Talk to me please honey." Petunia tried to calm her husband not knowing who she was talking before.

"Mmmm... Mur... Murrrrrr..." Vernon stuttered again. The others started to turn around just as he finished his stutter, "Murderer..."

This time all three of the remaining Dursley family made a mess as they all turned to look at Sirius Black. The first to recover was Marge strangely enough as she screamed, "Help Ripper!"

Sirius finding the display before him sickening, smelly, and slightly amusing as his godson must have pulled some type of prank. "Hello... I am merely here for my godson..."

"Do not make me do something you would regret. If you move out of the way to the kitchen and do not touch the telly, then I will take him and be on my way never to be seen again..." Sirius paused as he had their complete attention making certain to meet each of their eyes, "Otherwise I will have to stay here and make certain that nobody talks... Do we understand?"

The four Dursley family members shivered at the look that the crazy murder was giving them. Slowly Vernon stood up trying to regain his bearing, and forget what happened upstairs as it must have been an illusion. He moved himself in front of his son and wife between the insane criminal and his family, "Take the boy and do not bring him back. We are done with him and his kind."

"With pleasure. He will never be seen by you again unless you have done something to give reason to be visited..." The words left unsaid were why Sirius might visit them. As Vernon stepped away from the man Sirius paused a moment before walking to under the stairs. He ripped open the door and pulled out the trunk of his godson. He then turned and quickly moved up the stairs avoiding the large brown stains.

It was not hard to figure out which door was Harry's room. The door had five locks up and down the door and a doggy door attached to the bottom. He could only guess that the horrid muggles used it to feed his godson. Just looking at this made him desire even more to torture the foul creatures into insanity. Sirius took hold of his wand in his right hand as he slowly pushed the door open with his left.

To say that Sirius Black was surprised would be an understatement. The sight before him was rather terrifying. The room had a bit of light coming through the shades of the window from a outside street light. The light cast shadows all over the room making the blood covered carpet look like a crime scene from a black and white crime movie. The half eaten corpse of the small dog did nothing to calm the dog animagus down. But it was the sight of the adult male lion that truly chilled the bones of Sirius Orion Black.

It wasn't that he was scared of what the lion could do to him. He was an adult male wizard there was few natural animals that were truly dangerous to him when he had his wand ready. No, it was the wildness in the eyes of his godson that scared him. They were the eyes of someone that had embraced their animal nature, that had accepted it and for now was ruled by it. It was the danger of becoming an animagus their way. It was the reason their way was outlawed by the British Ministry and the ICW even. The normal allowable method was through the use of slow meditation to build up a resistance to the animal nature and then control it. It was done through extreme painful potion use, years of study and preparation that was both costly and painful. Worse if the magical genes of the person were not compatible then it would fail after all of that effort. It was the reason there had only been about ten registered animagus in the past century.

What Harry and the Marauders had done though was the opposite. Meditation and training with the ancient Mayan potion used by their elite warriors. It far more dangerous, but far more successful and did not taken a dozen years to succeed. But, before Sirius was the very drawback that he feared would happen to himself when he took the potion. Hopefully he would be in time to save his godson.

The older wizard reached into a pocket pulling out a long piece of rope. His eyes never left the large, dangerous cat, that was his godson. He grabbed careful hold of the rope before taking a deep breath only to mutter to himself, "Time to ride the Griffon Sirius."

He tossed the road towards the lion hitting it in the face. The beast reached instinctively by biting down hard onto the rope. As soon as the beast bit down the portkey activated whipping the two wizards away from Privet Drive and to safety.

Author Note: Like or nah? I think I might lower the age down by one year so the start age would be thirteen as a few people have suggested. I have few ideas that I could combine this story with including one of Scotthewanderer's wrong godlet challenge. I love the idea of that one for a bit of fun. Let me know your thoughts.