Author's note. Some of these clichés will be quite short as there's only so much you can say about them, hope you all enjoy none the less.

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When the trio reappeared, they were shocked to find themselves in what looked like Grimmauld place. For a moment, Harry was elated, he'd actually missed this place during the time they'd been on the run but then realised it wasn't the same. It wasn't so much that it looked different as felt different.

When he'd left his Godfather's former home, it had had a sense of belonging to it, one of family, a place you could honestly call home. But now it felt like it had when Sirius was still alive, a place of decay and darkness. This caused Harry to swallow, he hated being reminded of this time, when Sirius had been alive but completely and utterly depressed.

He saw Hermione shoot him a worried look but Ron was just standing there with a frown. He slowly turned to them and asked.

"So...did you understand anything You-Know-Who said?"

Ron might not be so bad with hearing the name but he hadn't quite got to the stage of saying it, something Harry was determined to chance one way or another.

"We're going to have to live out clichés," Hermione said slowly before asking.

"You know what a clichés is, don't you?"

"Yeah," Ron said with a snort. "It's like...those daft books mum loves reading, where this really rich guy always falls in love with this really poor but pretty girl and no matter what the plot, they get together. I can't stand hearing about those books."

He shuddered, the twins had once enchanted one to follow him around, reading its self out to him. Unfortunately, his mum had actually enjoyed it and had been reluctant to take the spell off. He'd been forced to listen to the whole book, only the twins pudding had taken the edge of his anger.

Hermione nodded, pleased he understood what it was.

"Well, I guess we're going to have to go through things like that...although I've no idea what form they'll take."

"Only one way to find out," Harry said grimly, wanting this over with quickly, he wasn't hanging around this depressing place any longer than he had to.

They started along the empty corridor, nerves frazzled with the unknown and wondering what on earth was going to happen. What terrifying cliché would be sprung upon them first, would it be worse than all the challenges they'd faced in the past? Worse than Fluffy, Riddle's diary, Snape, mean Slytherins, the list went on and on.

"Hey, do you hear...growling?" Ron said with a frown as they approached a corner.

"Yeah," Harry said confused, it didn't sound like an animal, it sounded like someone doing a very good impression of one.

They rounded the corner and stopped in complete shock, there was Sirius Black, large as life standing in front of a mirror growling. For a moment, Harry just stood there and then he stepped forward and gasped out.

"Sirius?"

"Grrr...hmm...oh hey Harry," Sirius greeted, turning and beaming at him. "How ya doing?"

"O...okay," Harry croaked, his beloved Godfather was alive again.

He took another step, wishing this was real, hoping it somehow was. Sirius smiled and opened up his arms and Harry rushed into them, feeling his eyes sting although no tears really formed. His friends hung back, giving him space but they were no less stupefied at the situation.

"Whoa, you really missed me," Sirius said with a laugh, releasing Harry from the bone crushing hug.

"Yeah," Harry said, trying to stop his throat breaking, starting to get an idea why this would be a torture to go through. Even though he was so happy to see Sirius again, he somehow knew that this was only an illusion, once they got back to the real world, Sirius would still be dead.

But before he could sink into any kind of depression, Sirius's eyes slid towards the window and he started growling.

"What is it?" Harry instantly asked, thinking there might be Death Eaters or Snape out there.

"Little devils," Sirius growled, his eyes fixed on something but Harry couldn't make out what was wrong.

Sirius suddenly moved, scuttling sideways to another window, his growl rumbling deep within his chest. Nonplussed, Harry looked to his friends, hoping they had an idea as to what was going on. But they shook their heads, they couldn't see anything out of the norm outside.

"Uh, Sirius?" Harry said hesitantly but Sirius suddenly started making barking noises, jumping up and down.

"What...?" Harry started to say but then Ron said in disbelief.

"Are you barking at that cat?"

As Harry and Hermione looked outside where a black and white cat was leisurely strutting about in the bright sun, Sirius barked louder and yelled.

"Look at it, look at it...ooooh, it's up to something."

"The cat?" Harry said, face screwed up in disbelief.

"Yes!" Sirius practically howled, suddenly rushing to another window so he could stare at the cat that was resolutely ignoring him.

"Little monsters...I hate them all," Sirius declared, trying to bare his teeth and speak at the same time.

"Horrible things, they scratch, they claw...how can anyone like them?"

Hermione was looking very annoyed, she happened to like cats a lot. Harry liked them as well, but was very confused by Sirus's words and actions. He'd never seen him act like and he'd never expressed a deep hatred for cats, ever.

"Why won't Mooney let me out, I want to chase that damn cat, it's mocking me," Sirius now complained as the cat paused to give it's leg a quick wash before carrying on.

"Ohh, it's going round the corner...well it won't get away from me."

Still barking and growling, Sirius bounded away from the corridor, still staring madly out the windows. He left behind a shocked trio who could only stand there, trying to figure out what had just happened.

""He...really seems to hate cats," Ron said after a while, seeing as his friends weren't saying anything. "I didn't know that."

"But he doesn't," Hermione burst out angrily. "He got on great with Crookshanks, you've seen him and he never...ever gave indication that he didn't like cats in general. Did he Harry?"

"Not that I ever noticed," Harry said, he'd only seen Sirius with the orange cat but the two, as Hermione had just stated, had gotten on fine.

"Maybe it's because he's a dog?" Ron suggested. "He was acting like one."

"Not all dogs hate cats," Hermione said quickly "One of my aunts has this huge Alsatian but he gets on fine with all her cats, he even plays with them. This doesn't make any sense."

"That must be the point," Harry said softly with a hint of sadness as his Godfather's barks died down. "Dogs are thought of as hating cats, so if Sirius takes the form of a dog, he's supposed to hate them."

"You're probably right," Hermione said with a heavy sigh. "But it defies logic so much."

This made Ron grin.

"Now we know how this is going to drive you mad, because it's so illogical."

She glared at him but they all knew he was right. It was why she had trouble getting on with Luna, the blond girl believed just about everything that Hermione didn't.

"Well," Harry now said with a sigh, trying to remember his Godfather's smell, wanting little details to take back with him. "That was beyond random but not too bad."

"Yeah, Ron said uneasily before saying. "I'm worried."

"Same here," Hermione and Harry both said as the bright flash took them away.

Author's note. Yeah, so what's up with all the Sirius hates cats stories? It's rare where you see one with him actually liking them. Until next time, remember, I love suggestions.