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Okay…. I feel really bad because it annoys me to no end when a writer says they are going to post and then they disappear for like, forever….. I'm really, really, really sorry, I feel really, really, really bad…… to make a long story short, my mum told me that she was going to ground me until summer and I didn't take her seriously……… she usually doesn't, but this time she actually meant it and she grounded me from EVERYTHING, including any writing that didn't have to do with school and going on the internet. I'm here again and I'll try to post as much as possible, but summer is kind of crazy this year so, no guarantees… again I'm really, really, really, really sorry……..

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the all mighty and powerful J.K Rowling.... and her minions.... because the magic of a story is a gift from the author to the readers.... and J.K. Rowling has given the world a perfect gift....... PERFECT!!!!!...... well, other than the fact that the beautiful, wonderful, perfect, amazing and charming Sirius Black died (Na, just kidding, I think that all good stories should have some characters die…especially if there is a war going on in the story because it is more realistic that way…..but I'm sad anyway)..... = ( … * tears*....... and this story is my gift to the readers so really, none of this is mine.

Unseen Complication

The small clearing was silent except for the gentle breeze and the soft gurgle coming from a small brook running through it. A large rock covered in plush moss rested on the water's edge. Beneath it a large black dog slept, oblivious to his tranquil surroundings. His eyelids fluttered and he whined softly pawing at the earth.

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He was running through the forest, trying to get as far away from the footsteps behind him as possible. He didn't know who they were but he did know two things. First, he was in big trouble if they caught him. Second, they knew who he was.

But how? he thought, they didn't know when I was in Azkaban…

He continued to dash through the underbrush, jumping over fallen logs, darting through trees and carving a path through the lower plant life, but he was tiring fast and knew that if something didn't happen soon then they would catch him.

He cut his paw on a rock. I've got to stop, he though, but first I've got to somehow lose them.

He tried a more zigzagging path but the footsteps only got closer and closer. He made a running jump across a brook and luckily got to the other side safely. The people following him had no such luck.

Yes! Finally, now I've just got to get back to my clearing and-

Padfoot skidded to a halt and stared ahead of him. Apparently he hadn't lost all of his pursers at the brook. The figure was in the volumous shadow of the oak tree behind him so Padfoot couldn't see his face. He slowly walked towards the stunned dog in front of him.

Run! Padfoot's mind yelled at him, run now or you're done for! His feet wouldn't listen to his head at all. He just stood there like a deer caught in a headlight.

The figure, meanwhile, had gotten closer and finally stepped out of the shadows. Padfoot looked up at him in horror.

His light brown hair fell slightly into his gleaming gold eyes. He was smiling at Padfoot but in wasn't an oh-I'm-so-glad-to-see-you smile it was an I-just-did-something-to-make-your-life-terrible smile.

"Hello, Padfoot," Remus said quietly," long time no see."

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Sirius woke up panting like he had run a marathon. Sometime while he was dreaming he had changed back to his human form. His mind was racing almost as fast as his heart. Why, why, why, why am I such an idiot! Why didn't I think of the possibility of Remus telling them about my animagus form!... What do I do if he is telling them right now?!

Now that he really thought about it, it didn't make any sense for them not to know he was an animagus. What reason did Remus have for keeping it a secret? He might have believed that it didn't make a difference when Sirius was sent to Azkaban but now that Sirius was loose, not to mention supposedly after Harry, how long would it take Remus to realize that that was how Sirius was hiding and getting into the school? How long would it take him to find Sirius and send him back to Azkaban?... Well, either that or he would avenge James and Lily personally...

Either way, unless Remus kept quiet, Sirius was as good as caught. Unless..... Sirius could find a way to make him keep quiet.............

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"Harry? whaz wrong?" Ron asked sleepily from the other side of the dorm.

"I was having this dream and -" Wait, Harry thought, either he'll think I'm crazy or.... oh, never mind, no 'or', he'll just think I'm completely bonkers.

" And?" Ron prompted..... He was looking at Harry like he was questioning his sanity.

" I - oh- errr- It was just a nightmare, never mind." Harry said quickly.

" Are you sure your okay? You were yelling 'NO' really loudly and now you're acting all weird...."

" Just go back to sleep Ron," Harry sighed, " I'm fine, really, it was just a bad dream." He shuddered, " a REALLY bad dream."

Ron sat down on the edge of his bed. He looked over at Harry, eyes full of concern. He put his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. " Okay..." he said hesitantly

"I'm fine..." Harry said thinking of the man- Black - wait, no, Sirius. Thinking of the laughing, vivacious man from his resent dreams and then of the pale, corpse-like murderer from the papers. How was it possible that they were the same person?

" What do you mean?" Ron asked confused. Who are you worried about? Lupin? 'Cause I'm sure he'll be fine." Ron added the last part rather quickly.

Harry sighed. " No, someone else..... It really doesn't matter." But it does matter, said a small voice in his head, it matters a lot.

" Look Ron, I'll be okay, just go back to sleep."

Ron rubbed his eyes tiredly and climbed onto his bed. He pulled the comforter down, plumped the pillow and drew the hangings closed.

Harry lay alone in dark for the while thinking. The dream had felt extremely real…but… It couldn't be. It just made no sense. Even if the first dream had been real, the second one couldn't be. Yeah, that's it, Harry told himself, I was thinking too much about Sirius Black and the dream, so my mind linked them while I slept. It seemed like a reasonable explanation… well kind of. Which means that I still have no Idea who the guy from my dream is. But tonight I just had a nightmare… nothing to worry about…. I hope.

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Sirius paced around his clearing. He hadn't gotten back to sleep and it was now the wee hours of the morning. After long contemplation Sirius had decided on several things.

One: Remus hadn't told anyone that Sirius was an illegal animagus, and he probably wouldn't.

Two: The reason was that Remus wanted revenge; personal revenge, not just to see Sirius locked up or given to the dementors.

Three: There was no way Remus would listen to anything Sirius said.

Four: Remus would find Sirius before Sirius caught Peter.

Five: Sirius probably shouldn't rely on his conviction that Remus wouldn't tell people his secret because Sirius obviously was a bad judge of what his friends would and wouldn't do.

Six: Convincing a Kelpie to turn into a Pegasus and fly Sirius to Norway in order to find a muggle magician that would be willing to hypnotize Remus so that he would forget everything is a bad idea.

Seven: The other fifteen plans are worse.

Eight: The only solution is to kidnap Remus.