A/N So hello, it's been awhile since we updated this story (or do I thought at least), and now we've got some free-time, why not use that to write? Well, since it's already written, it would just be translating. Anyway, you don't want to hear that.

Disclaimer - we own nothing, only the idea. But how cool would it be to own Harry Potter?

- Journey Towards Justice -

A figure scathed its hair and pulled out something.

"Fleas... I hate them," sniffed Sirius and flung it He sighed and leant against the dirty floor with his hands behind his head. When would they bring the food, he asked silently. Wonder if it's soon time for my walk. He noticed a shiver starting in his chest and working its way down to his feet and groaned. He closed his eyes and heard footsteps. He opened his eyes quickly and placed himself beside the bars. Who's the unlucky fellow, he thought. But the person walking up the corridor wasn't escorted by the Dementors, no, they followed him. Sirius moaned and leant back.

"Sirius Black..." said Cornelius Fudge. Sirius grunted as response. He looked swiftly at Fudge og noticed he was holding a paper. On the front page was a happy family, to parents, six boys and a girl, waving at him. They appeared to be in Egypt. But on one of the boys´ shoulders, the youngest, Sirius guessed, was a rat. But not just any rat. Sirius didn't notice that Fudge was blabbering on.

Suddenly Sirius exclaimed: "Might I borrow your paper?" He sounded hoarse, and almost scared himself. Fudge stared at Sirius, whom smiled. Most of his teeth were rotten, so it probably wasn't a pretty sight, at least judging from Fudge's face. "I miss the crosswords." Sirius answered flatly. Fudge looked surprised, but reached the paper towards Sirius, who (after receiving it) quickly unfolded it and stared at the front page. And indeed, the rat on the boy's shoulder was missing a toe (or whatever you call it) on one of its paws.

"Peter" Sirius mumbled, and wringed his nose in disdain. He thereafter opened the paper and read it. Boring stuff, he thought. He looked in the right corner of the page and saw a date: The 31st of July it said, in fine letter's. Sirius frowned. There was something he remembered... he just didn't know what it was. He laid himself back on the floor, hands behind his head. And He smiled really and truly for the first time in many years. Now he knew were Peter was. After twelve years, he finally knew where the traitor was.

Some weeks later Sirius felt like going for one of his walks. He transformed into a dog, and walked right past the Dementor, who came to serve him what little food he actually received in this place. Padfoot walked out the door and down towards the gates, the big grating that he never could get past, when he realized something: He had become considerably thinner. He had to try. He tried squeezing his way through the bars, towards freedom. It was easier than he expected it to be.

He silently walked towards the sea, which waves violently stuck towards the edge of this godforsaken island. He walked off into the ocean and started swimming.

Padfoot didn't know if he was alive or dead anymore, but after swimming away from that island, he suddenly felt the heat rush towards his head, even though he paddled for dear life, trying to escape that place, which had held him captive for so long. But now he was free.

Suddenly he laid upon a beach, washed ashore. An unknown beach. Fatigued after swimming mile after mile. He was hardly able to stand anymore, but he arose anyway. He had to continue. Exhausted and lacking energy he carried on. But the large, black dog suddenly stopped, halfway away from the water. He looked around. Some waves struck hard against the cliffs nearby, and it made a strange noise, like a giant heart that would hardly beat, but was still harboring a great deal of power.

Where am I supposed to go now, Sirius asked himself. The great dog looked like a statue while he thought. Hogwarts was the first place that popped into his mind. H...Harry!

Sirius´ head exploded with questions. How big had he gotten? Where did he live? Now Sirius felt a need, a craving, to see his thirteen year old godson. Or was he only twelve? Sirius couldn't remember. It was so long ago. All that he knew was that he had to get going. Now. He had no idea where Harry lived, his legs lead the way. And he walked, soon he ran. Out into the black night.

Four days later, he stood by a regular street, with regular Muggle-houses. The big, black dog looked around with his light blue eyes, standing inside a bush, across a playground. Could this be right, Sirius asked himself. Suddenly a figure walked down the street, on the other side of the road. Sirius couldn't believe his yes. This person was dragging a heavy suitcase, with a cage on top of it (housing an owl.) The figure stopped in front of Sirius and looked down, who received a shock.

The boy had unruly hair, glasses and... a wand, in his hand. Sirius contemplated it for a bit, but slowly he walked towards the boy, who's head flung up and mumbled something, so that his wand began glowing. He stared in shock at the bushes, which hid Sirius, walked a step backwards and tripped over his suitcase. He landed in the gutter and dropped his staff, which immediately went out. Padfoot pulled back, back towards the bush, just as shocked as the boy. Just as shocked as Harry Potter. A loud crack could be heard and a bus appeared where Harry had been sitting before. At first Sirius thought that it was just a Muggle-bus stopping. He saw the outline of a person sticking their head out from the side of the bus. Some glistening, green eyes, which obviously sought something. Sirius pulled further back. He saw the bus disappear with another crack, and to his surprise, saw that Harry had disappeared as well. He grunted. Not a Muggle-bus... the Knight bus. But he had seen Harry.

And I hope to meet him again someday, Sirius thought and he left this quaint little neighbourhood, beginning his journey towards the country. Scotland, to be exact. Padfoot made a strange noise, something you'd never hear from a dog. A resigning sigh. He straightened his back and started walking. His long journey. His long journey towards justice.

A/N So, that's it. And if this chapter received any readers (which I highly doubt), please review. Reviews are love, and Sarah and I are aliens from outer space, who feed on love to survive. Please help us survive... oops, probably shouldn't have said that. Never mind, just review, please? With sugar on top xD

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