Disclaimer: Don't own Potter…


A/N: I don't think this chapter turned out well at all. It's boring, not written well, kind-of short…

Just a warning before you read. Don't expect a lot from this chapter and please don't judge the story from these short, six pages.


"He's fine, yes." Remus was telling the head in the fireplace about Sirius' condition.

"Good, wouldn't want Harry getting upset about him…" Remus growled lowly as Dumbledore said this. Sirius was nothing to Dumbledore, if Harry didn't know and believe that Padfoot should be free, then Dumbledore wouldn't give a damn about Sirius. And Harry, it was wrong the way Dumbledore treated the boy. The worst part, however, was that neither Harry nor Sirius, or anyone else in the Order for that matter, noticed the manipulations Albus caused. And Remus didn't have the confidence to stand up against the old Headmaster.

Remus started to respond, "Well, I have to g-,"

"Hello Albus," Sirius interrupted Remus, coming into the dinning room.

"Oh, hello Sirius, how did your assignment go?" Dumbledore turned his attention to the newly made werewolf. Of course, Dumbledore didn't know that just yet.

"The centaurs need some time to think about the offer for about a month or so." Remus sighed in relief as Sirius left out about his werewolf encounter.

The Headmaster sighed, "I was afraid of that. We can only wait, now, and see what their decision is…Now, if you excuse me, I have a lot of paperwork I need to get done."

"Oh wait, Albus!" Sirius called, and the Light Leader looked at Sirius again. "I've found a headquarters for the Order Of The Phoenix!" Remus, looking closely at Sirius, could see a glint of pride flow through his grey eyes.

Albus, looked very interested, if not a little skeptical. "Really, where is this place, Sirius?"

"My old childhood home. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Of course it could use a little cleaning, but it already has concealment charms placed on it, and if we perform the fidelius charm the place will be completely untraceable! Sounds good, right?"

Dumbledore looked impressed. "Show me tomorrow, around noon, if it's alright."

"Yeah sounds good."

"Alright then, gentlemen. I'll see you tomorrow." Seconds later the fire vanished, along with the head of the Hogwarts Headmaster.

"Number Twelve?" Remus asked, raising his eyebrows at Sirius. "I haven't heard about that place since our sixth year, I thought you hated that place. What makes you want make that place the Headquarters?"

Shrugging Sirius responded, "I'm not sure. I want to put that place to some use, you know? Maybe put some of my memories to rest. I just want-"

A loud growl stopped Sirius from finishing his sentence.

Eyes darting towards the door he asked, "What the hell was that?" He looked back at Remus, currently wearing an amused expression on his face. "What?"

"That, my werewolf friend, was your stomach."

"My stomach? I'm not even-"

Interrupted, he was dragged into the kitchen by Remus, where on the table laid turkey meat.

"-hungry." Sirius finished lamely, taking a deep breathe, inhaling through his nose.

Without a second thought, he sat down at the table and cut a thick, juicy slice off of the carcass. Stuffing it into his mouth his taste buds rang in pleasure as the moist and tender meat ripped and tore under his sharp white teeth. Then there was a wonderful taste flowing out of the meat itself as his teeth penetrated the turkey. An iron liquid flowed through his mouth, satisfying his greedy tongue even more. He went to cut for another piece, when a firm hand grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"You shouldn't eat too much, just yet. Your stomach isn't used to these kinds of food." Remus told him, moving the turkey away.

About to complain that he wanted more to eat, Remus' words suddenly struck him. "What do you mean 'these kinds of food'?"

Remus narrowed his eyes in confusion. "That meat was raw, Sirius. The organs, feathers, and bones were removed, but it was still bloody. You didn't taste any of that?"

"I…what? Are you sure?"

"Nothing tasted different?"

"Well, no, I mean, yes it tasted different but it was the same as always!" Sirius sighed in frustration. "It just tasted good because I'm hungry!"

"And what did it taste like, exactly?" Remus asked.

"Well…It tasted rich and tender and…not warm…and had a sweet liquid added to it…" As he talked he slowed down more, knowing Remus was right. "Isn't that dangerous though?"

"Eating raw food? Not for people like us, it's, er, complicated." Remus scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"No, it's delicious! I never tasted anything like that! The way the cold meat and warm blood blended in together, the tender flesh and sharp tasting iron swarmed my mouth…it was amazing."

"Yeah, just another perk about being part wolf," Remus grumbled.

"It is a perk, though. What's so bad about it?"

"Sirius, it's blood. Do you know how weird it is, hearing you talk about how sweet blood tastes? Do you know how abnormal it is to enjoy such a thing?"

Concerned eyes studied Remus. "It isn't like we're doing anything wrong. We're eating a turkey, just like everyone else, only this one isn't cooked."

"No, it's not just the bloody bird," Remus muttered darkly. "You have no idea of how irresistible that craving can get. The closer it is to the full moon, the more your hunger will increase." Remus looked away. "And sometimes you can't control the desire of your wolf, especially if you're newly made."

"Remus I'm not going to do anything! I feel fine, I'm in control, really. It's not like I would strike at something or, or someone."

Remus shook his head. "You need to learn, Sirius."

"Learn what? You're treating me like a child!"

"Because you are acting like a child!"

Eyes dueled as the wizards stared each other down.

"I'm leaving." Sirius announced, heading for the door.

"That's not a good idea!" Remus yelled as he hurried after him, his anger quickly being replaced by concern. "Sirius stop!"

"I can handle myself." He said, slamming the door and apparating to the northern part of Hogsmeade.


Appearing in the deserted cave he spent the previous year in, Sirius lied down on the cold dirt floor.

"Why would he think I can't handle myself?" He mumbled.

He sat in silence, absorbed in his thoughts, until he tried to brush off his frustrated thoughts by transforming into his dog form and starting off to town. Even though he hated having to hide in a different form, it was still nice to just be outside surrounded by people who weren't screaming insults and threats at him.

His time in Azkaban really changed him. No one, not even Remus, seemed to understand that. No one knew how, how horrible it was. It made Sirius loathe the Ministry, and, even though he tried to deny it, it made him resent many people on the "light" side.

But, he couldn't blame them, could he? It was such a dramatic night, and even though he had no trial…well…what would he have thought if someone else was framed? He wouldn't trust them; he would trust the side with dozens of people who told him that the person being charged of murder was guilty.

Still though…you'd think once people calmed down they would look into what happened a little more. Try and find out everything and not stop until no questions rose to their minds when they thought about October thirty first.

No, stop thinking like that, Sirius scolded himself. He needed to know that the people, who called themselves "the light" were actually people he could trust. People who he could depend on…

But his thoughts continued to get darker and darker, turning himself against what he believed.

They hardly had any proof! Why send him to Azkaban? Why?

Did they know what it was like to know that the real betrayer, Peter, was out there? Did they know what it was like to have all your friends turn on you? Did they know what it was like for him to loose his best friend, and his godson?

Did they know what the dementors felt like after the hundredth time they started to feed on your soul? Did they know what the hard, cold, floor felt like when your back was bent and misshaped and cut and bruised? What it was like to eat once a day, if even? What is was like to miss the simplest things that other people took for granted?

Did they know?

No.

And they still don't, Sirius thought.

By now Sirius was in the outer part of Hogsmeade, where a few shops and only a couple people were located.

He shook his furry dog head, which to someone else's eyes probably looked like a very large dog sneezing. Sirius didn't want to think about Azkaban, or the war, or anything like that right now. Instead, using his Occlumency skills to clear his mind, he walked over to the outside of a small candy shop and sat on the grass patch outside of the store. He put his best begging look on, and eyed the witches and wizards entering/exiting the shop.

A few young children pointed or looked at him, while most of their parents just grabbed their children's hands and moved them either into or away from the shop. But there were the few people who tossed a piece of candy his way, which he ate up greedily.

Although, even though he was still really hungry and he had no where else to go to for food (because Remus was probably checking his own small hide-away house), the candy tasted…different. It wasn't satisfying, not entirely. It still tasted good, and sweet, but…something was off.

He shrugged it away and started wandering down street, heading for the main part of Hogsmead, where most of the people resided.

Which wasn't the best idea for poor Sirius Black.

As soon as he entered the crowded streets he fell in pain. In his dog form, he put his two front paws to his head, or as best as he could, and his body cramped together in a tight furry ball.

His claws, seemingly larger then normal, slightly dug into the sides of his head, a small amount of blood pouring out from beneath his dark fur. His teeth grew, and his eyes filled with hunger.

In the back of his mind, Sirius was aware of what he was doing, of what was happening to him. In that small fraction of his mind he was scared, and he knew he should get away.

However, that part of him was no longer dominate. Instead, a different part of him was more aware of the environment then ever before. The smallest sounds, all the different scents, every image overwhelmed and filled him.

The most overwhelming scent, though, was the smell. Oh Merlin, the smell. Scents of flesh and blood danced around his nose, sending waves of pleasure down his spine, resulting in a violent shiver. Had Sirius not been clenching his mouth shut in pain from the extra teeth breaking through his back gums, his tongue would have been hanging out dog style with thick globs of saliva dripping out of his mouth. Or he would have just attacked at the nearest source of this empowering smell.

If a passerby had stopped to watch this scene they would have thought they had seen a dog with rabies. Twitching, growling, trying to attack the people around him but not succeeding because of the cramps built up in its muscles and pains shooting throughout his nerves.

No one stopped to look, though. Partly because it was just a dog that no one really cared about. And partly because the dog was off to the side of the road, in a place that people weren't currently occupying.

No one gave the dog a second glance.

No one, except for a sandy haired wizard who grabbed the dog by the neck in order to avoid the dog's bite, and popped out of the small village and reappeared in front of a small house pleasantly plain with faded blue shutters and a brown tinge creeping along the bricks.


He couldn't believe how childish Sirius could be.

Did he really think he could stay hidden for a long time? Didn't he realize that he needed help? Shouldn't he have known that since he was now a new werewolf, it could be very dangerous to go out in public on an empty stomach? As ridiculous as it sounded, newly made werewolves would attack anything. They had no human instincts; they didn't know how to control the wolf inside them without eliminating the human that they were. Sirius was new for Merlin's sake. And a child. He, or his wolf, wouldn't be able to control such a desirable passion such as fresh meat.

Remus shut his eyes and bit his tongue to keep himself from screaming in frustration. He would explain everything to Sirius when he woke up. Everything. Even if he had to strap Sirius down and make him listen.

He looked down at Sirius, currently unconscious and in his dog form. Transporting from one place to another must have been too much for him and knocked him out.

Remus levitated Padfoot to the couch, where Sirius had been spending to much time on with all his illnesses. After he was placed on the couch, Remus muttered a quick, minor, healing charm hopefully healing the cuts currently hiding under Sirius' thick fur.

Remus sighed, a little too angry to be concerned for Sirius. He left for the kitchen, thinking about eating some of that turkey himself. He wasn't going to sit around worrying about someone who didn't want to be worried about.

He was at the door when he bit his lip, hesitating to leave.

Quickly he wiped his wand out and cast a spell on the room that would let him know when Sirius woke up.

It couldn't hurt to be safe, right?


A/N: This chapter sounds worse and worse each time I read it, but I had to add this. The argument between Sirius and Remus is important, and I intend to expand more on it in the next chapter.

The next chapter, though, will answer some questions and have that slash you guys are looking for. I can promise you all that much.