This story will begin in mainly Sirius' POV, though will shift to Harry's more often as the story continues. I'll try to make it as clear as possible. And now, on to the story...

A black-coated man was striding down one of the many alley's of a small village that was currently dark because of the lack of light, though the temperature was still stiffling hot. His coat was long and reached to his ankles, though below his waist, it wasn't closed, so his dark (almost black) red leather pants and black boots were visible beneath it. He had his hood up, so he was nearly invisible in the darkness. That wasn't something uncommon though, as most people didn't show their features around these alley's. With a sigh of contentment, he reached his motorcycle that stood parked on the side. The bike was a large racing motorcycle. It was a very dark metallic red, with metallic yellow parts on it which made it look even faster.

Stepping on it, he revved the engine before taking off, though he had to limit his speed as he wasn't yet done in the village yet. He'd be most happy to leave, but unfortunately, he had business here, so he rode towards a biker café and parked his bike before entering the café, not at all falling out of place in the smokey pub. He went straight for the bar and ordered a beer, the only thing he knew how to call in Vietnamese. He payed for the drink then turned so he could oversee the pub. He was supposed to be looking for suspicious men. Problem was, there wasn't another kind in the bar. So he kept his eyes open for any signs.

His mission was to find out who the wizards (or witches) were that sabotaged many motorbikes in the illegal streetraces. Even though they were mainly in the US, streetraces had also manifested here and in other countries. The local government couldn't, or wouldn't, do anything about it, but a personal friend of Professor Dumbledore had asked for help, as his son had nearly been killed by one of the bikes when it went cartwheeling through the street. So here Sirius was, in the middle of the summer, in a bar in Vietnam, trying to find a needle in a haystack.

The man in black, who went by the name of Sirius, contemplated the reason he was here. For a year now, he was employed by Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Though why he'd let himself be persuaded to teach in the first place was still a mystery to him sometimes. For all those children only reminded him of the one he'd lost four years ago, something he still partly blamed Dumbledore for.

Suddenly, one of the many men yelled something, snapping Sirius out of his thoughts, and almost immediately, the bar started emptying. In a second, Sirius had downed his beer and followed the mass outside, where the first were already driving away. He, too, mounted his bike and took off with the mass.

They drove towards the largest road in the village, where by now it was crawling with motorriders. Sirius drove through them and after twenty minutes, was certain they wouldn't be racing anytime soon, as litterally every rider and the girls that came with them were filing into a large abandoned warehouse. Parking his bike and placing a Non-Theft Hex on it, Sirius also moved there, wondering what could be going on.

Squeezing through the crowd he noticed to his astonishment that many people were carrying wands quite openly. There would be practically no way he would be able to figure out who he was looking for, since all of the riders seemed to be wizards (including a few witches). Walking on, he came to a large cage with sand on the floor of it. On a certain spot not too far from the edge of the cage, numerous men were crowding around one man and by the looks of it, handing him money and they got pieces of paper back for it.

'They're placing bet's!' The black-dressed man concluded. 'There's going to be cage-fighting!'

The cage opened and a relatively young man, he looked to be in his twenties, stepped in, carrying two short Japanese swords, also called Wakazashi's. The man looked full of himself and made a round in the ring, being cheered on by many of the crowd, raising his Wakazashi's and making slashing motions in the air, before positioning himself at the opposite end of the cage of where the 'door' was.

The cage door opened again, but this time no-one stepped through, untill a black figure stumbled in, seemingly having been pushed in. And the crowd howled with laughter. The black figure then straightened a bit, though his shoulders remained slumped and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. He looked nothing like a normal human though. He was completely covered with black fur that was matted and dull-looking. From his only clothing, short dark-blue tattered shorts, came a wolf's tail that was currently between his legs. And his head was more a wolf's head, besides the long black hair that reached to his shoulders. His ears were nearly invisible in it, as they were flattened against his head. His eyes were downcast and he quivered slightly, to the amusement of the crowd. He looked no older then ten, though, if even that, and Sirius felt anger rise at the person that made this kid fight with the Wakazashi's against the much older man.

A signal was given with a gong and the man charged forward, both Wakazashi's slashing downwards. The wolf-boy was prepared though and parried the attack with his own swords. The man remained attacking, while the boy kept parrying and slowly moved backwards, untill he was in a corner and couldn't get anywhere.

They kept duelling, untill the inevitable came and the boy was slashed across the chest. A howl resounded, though wether from pain or anger wasn't clear, as the boy's eyes had snapped up from looking at the ground, into the man's eyes. They were a stunning green and seemed to shine with an eary light, the catlike pupils narrowing. The man, who had both his Wakazashi's parried by the boy's ones again, delt out a kick that hit the boy's side, and the boy growled low, his whole stance changing in the blink of an eye. His tail, neck- and back-hairs rose, claws extended from his toes and his teeth were bared, showing his sharp canines.

With his clawed feet, he kicked the man in one of his knees, making the man stumble slightly, giving the boy enough room to jump and kick the man in the stomach, though his claws didn't do any damage, almost like he didn't want them to. The man stumbled back even more, he barely had time to recover though, as this time the boy opened the attack with the Wakazashi's.

The man recovered quickly though and fought back. Now the fight seemed more equally matched, even though the man was still twice the size of the boy. They went back and forth, both earning small cuts that didn't really matter.

The boy was tiring though, that could be seen clearly. His fur was soaked with sweat and blood from the chest-wound that was still bleeding freely. His attacks and parry's were becoming slower, untill he was once again in full defense. With one of the man's violent slashes, the boy lost one of his Wakazashi's.

Sirius held his breath as the boy was doing his best with his one Wakazashi, itching to use his wand to stun the man, but didn't do it, for he was sure he wouldn't be able to get out of the warehouse alive if he did.

The boy then lost his second Wakazashi too. Sirius wanted to close his eyes as the man jumped forward with a cry of victory, but he couldn't. Then his eyes widened as the boy rolled out of the way, extending his claws from his fingers now too, slashing open the man's back and both hollows of the knees. The man whirled with a cry, his Wakazashi's slashing menacingly, but the boy ducked and slashed open the man's thigh, then he rolled backwards and picked up his Wakazashi's in a fluid motion. In a second he was on his feet again and shot forward.

The man, still struggling to stay on his feet, fell on his knees, emitting another cry. The boy slashed his Wakazashi's outwards, and the man's ones fell to the floor. The boy then put his Wakazashi's at the man's throat in a crosslike manner and said a short word in the form of a question. The man hesitated, then uttered the word resignedly.

That one word made the crowd go wild and many looked furious, though a few were delighted and approached the man that had inned all the cash to get their winnings. The boy stepped back from the man and walked towards the cage door that opened.

A heavily built man awaited the wolf-boy and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. The boy winced slightly, but didn't try getting away from the man, so Sirius figured the man was probably the boy's guardian, or parent, though he doubted the latter, the boy looked too familiar for that. As soon as the boy had stepped out of the cage, his whole composure melted away, untill he was just a shivering, frightened kid again.

Wanting to have a really long talk to the man that held the boy, Sirius never left his eyes from the man and tried to follow him, though that was hard to do, since the whole crowd seemed intent to congratulate the man on 'his' victory. So instead, Sirius printed his face in his mind. He was tall, though not as tall as Sirius was, and his muscles seemed too heavy for a mere motorracer. His face was thin, with overly defined cheek- and jaw-bones, his eyes greyish green and his hair was a dirty brown. He didn't look like the Vietnamese colleage's of his, being at least a head taller than them, and having a pale skin, indicating he wasn't in the country for that long yet. His clothes consisted of racing clothes in green and silver, making Sirius think of Slytherin, which didn't add much good to his thoughts of the man.

After inning his money, the Slytherin, as Sirius now thought of him, made his way outside, which many people had done already and Sirius did too, since he was still on a mission.

Once outside, he couldn't find the man anywhere, so Sirius made his way to his motor. It was then that he saw the Slytherin again. Turning on his motor, he rode towards the Slytherin, seeing nothing of the wolf-boy.

Suddenly, the Slytherin saw him and seemed to be shocked. Why, Sirius couldn't fathom. The Slytherin then took off on his motor.

For a split second, Sirius hesitated, but then took off too. 'To hell with the mission! That man is as good as the culprit as anyone!'

Many racers hastily jumped aside as the Slytherin and Sirius approached, cursing them as they passed. Finally, they were out of the mass of people and the Slytherin really took off, Sirius following as soon as he was out.

The race quickly took them to one of the many path's into the jungle and Sirius had to use all of his riding skills not to ride right into a tree or flip over because of a root. The Slytherin seemed to know where he was going, as he made his way through the maze of small paths with ease.

Sirius cursed the damn jungle many times, as he was losing ground slowly but steadily, while when they'd been on a normal road, Sirius was positive he could have gotten the bastard.

The Slytherin disappeared in the jungle and Sirius cursed once again, shutting off his motor to try and listen for the other, but only silence and the sounds of the jungle greeted him. A stream of hushed curses came from Sirius' mouth, before he started his motor again, and placing a Silencing Charm on it. Chances were the Slytherin had put a Silencing Charm on his motor too, but Sirius doubted it and started searching, only turning up with nothing hours later. He searched for an hour or two once it was light again too, but still nothing, so grudgingly, he gave up and rode away, towards the cottage he'd rented for the two weeks he was here. One week had already passed, and he didn't think he'd find anything in the following week.

Tired, angry and disappointed, Sirius arrived at his cottage that was a few miles away from the village he'd been the past night.

Parking and securing his motor, he went inside and stripped off his sweaty clothes, before letting himself fall onto his bed with just his boxers on. However tired he was, sleep didn't want to come and he was tossing and turning for quite a while, not being able to forget about the poor wolf-boy he felt a connection to.

Finally, somewhere in the afternoon, he fell asleep.

Here's the first real chapter. From here on, the story line will truly begin. I hope you'll like it.

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