Sirius, in dog form, was once again snarling in the man's face. It hadn't taken him much effort to catch up with the man. The man while holding up his arms defensively from the dog's sharp teeth, had a look of pure terror in his eyes. When Sirius noted this he felt compelled to stop. What was the point? The girl was safe and had in fact been safe before Sirius joined in on the action. This man was just a muggle, What could Sirius gain by fighting him? He already knew he was more powerful, just the presence of his wand and the fact that at this very moment, he was a dog, proved that.

So, really there was no point in snapping his jaws at the man's face and growling at him. But there was a point, at least to Sirius. He was itching for adventure. He needed to do something and being in a fight with a man, even an awful muggle, gave Sirius some satisfaction. But he backed off and leaped lightly off the man's chest. By no means should a vicious dog be graceful, but the grace and ease in which Sirius carried himself in human form translated into the dog's motions.

The man, however, did not notice the grace of the dog. He was merely scrambling to get away from the beast, grateful it hadn't managed to do too much damage and seriously reconsidering his life choices. As if being knocked over and injured by a teenage girl wasn't bad enough...

Sirius was thinking of the girl as well. He hardly noticed her at first just thinking she was some silly muggle. Then he saw something long in her fingertips with a glowing end and for a fleeting moment he thought she was a witch performing the lumos spell. But then she raised the "wand" to her mouth and for a few seconds it glowed more brightly. Sirius smelled smoke and realized it must have been some form of a pipe, only smaller and less potent. And disposable, he noted as she dropped it to the ground. That was when he noticed that she noticed him.

His first instinct was to run but then she came forward and a beam from the strange torches muggle are so fond of lit up her face. That was when Sirius noticed that she was pretty and that she had short hair. He suddenly remembered that in his first year at Hogwarts there had been a seventh year gryffindor with short hair and he had been highly impressed with her. He realized now that that girl might have been his first crush and this was the first girl he had seen since then with similar hair.

So he wandered over towards her and let her soft hands pet his fur. Being pet was a strange sensation. It felt good but it wasn't like Sirius would let strangers touch his head and neck, maybe the exception would be a pretty girl. While his mind was here, the girl made a comment about riding him and well, if he was a human he would have laughed but as a dog it came out as a kind of growl.

But then the girl walked away and Sirius let her. He sat there for a few moments as a dog, debating if it was time to turn again and head home. Maybe if he got home now he could put a permanent sticking charm on the things on his wall so Kreacher could never take them down. Then he heard a noise, like a man yelling. He rounded the corner just in time to see the girl lowering her leg and the man keeling over in pain, the she hit him and he fell.

He was impressed. Just like a pureblood wizard, he was always taught to fight with a wand, not with his fists. That was why he enjoyed being an animagus, it gave him the opportunity to use only his strength to fight. Seeing a muggle girl cause a grown man fall to his knees with just her hand was practically cause for praise.

But the girl was gone now. Sirius turned back into a boy and looked around. No sign of her at all. He suddenly wished that he had remained as a dog, maybe he could track her scent. But then what would he have done? Stalk her? Why bother? He turned towards his home in defeat and wondered what trouble Kreacher had caused in his absence. Sirius didn't realize it but he was in a significantly better mood, he wasn't missing his friends in a way that nearly hurt or hating his mother to a severe degree and all because of a short-haired girl smoking a cigarette.

Evelyn had made a decision by the time she woke up the next morning. Facing a near-death experience (at least thats what she now considered it) made her realize that enough was enough. She was tired of making her mother happy. She was going to do what she wanted to do from now on. She was going to get a job and she was going to buy a guitar. She left the house that afternoon telling her mother that she was going to equestrian practice but instead picked up a newspaper and looked for help wanted advertisements.

Evelyn found an ad to be a waitress at a cafe. Ripping out the listing, she began to walk to the restaurant feeling like she was in the midst of a transition. Things were going to change this summer, they had to. In the back of her mind, she was thinking of how strange the previous night had been. Of course, she thought of the man who had tried to mug her but she was surprised at how her mind kept drifting back to the dog. It had been a curious dog but she couldn't quite place her finger on why.

Soon she found herself in front of the cafe. With a deep breathe and an attempt to mold her face into something like a friendly smile, she walked in. A friendly older man greeted her after she asked who to talk to about the employment opportunity.

"I'm sorry, love" He said after she asked about the job and he truly looked sorry. "But we already filled the position."

"Oh. Well, thanks anyway."

The old man smiled at Evelyn and said: "Now you can have fun like a young gal should instead of worrying about work."

"I really wanted this job."

What Evelyn didn't say but really meant by that statement was that she really wanted to break free. She wanted her own life. She wanted a job that would act like a life preserver because she was beginning to feel like she was drowning.

The old man frowned slightly and began to think.

"Tell you what," He said slowly. "My other girls are always complaining about how much work they do, Why don't you come in as a sorta helper waitress?"

"What would I have to do?" Evelyn asked getting her hopes up.

"You know, refill the coffee cups, put sugar in the bowls, bring the dishes to the sinks, little odds and ends."

"When can I start?" Evelyn asked eagerly.

The old man laughed. "Tomorrow."

So Evelyn left the restaurant plotting plans on how to get this past her mother and feeling like for the very first time she was taking a step in the direction she wanted to go in instead of what was expected of her.

Sirius, like Evelyn, awoke the next morning and decided that things needed to change. Just as he suspected, when he got home all his Gryffindor things were gone. If his family insisted on making him unhappy, he was going to make them just as unhappy. So, he headed to Diagon Alley. While there, he purchased new Gryffindor banners and flags and went into Gringotts to convert a large sum of Wizard's gold into muggle money. Sirius knew very well how anything muggle related would make his family feel.

Once back in London, he picked up a few posters of half-naked muggle girls. For one thing, he liked them. What sixteen year old boy wouldn't? And for another he knew that quite possibly, the most offensive thing imaginable was if Sirius didn't go the pureblood route and married outside of the wizard race. Sure, he was a Gryffindor and not an evil git but Sirius still had potential. He could breed little pureblood Slytherins. At least, thats how Sirius believed his mother to view him.

While waiting in line to buy the posters a magazine caught his eye. On a whim, he decided to buy it. It was about motorbikes and although Sirius was often amused by muggle inventions, even he had to admit that they looked cool. Imagine if I brought one of those home, Sirius thought with a laugh.

Sirius hung up his new purchases on the wall with a permanent sticking charm. He secretly hoped Kreacher would walk in on him doing it and was slightly disappointed when the ugly old bat was nowhere in sight. He wrote a quick letter to James explaining how he was going out of his way to annoy his parents. He tried not to think about all the fun James was probably having without him. He was probably playing quidditch with the other Hogwarts' kids home for the summer in Godric's Hollow.

He picked up the motorcycle magazine in order to distract himself. The more he read the more interested he became. After he read it, he tore some of the pictures out and added them to his wall which was slowly but surely beginning to be completely covered.

Sirius made a decision. He was going to buy one. He had a fair amount of gold and was convinced with a little magic he could make the motorbike even more badass. Maybe make it invisible or perhaps have it fly.

The next morning Sirius went on his quest to buy a motorcycle. He read the muggle newspaper and found a man who was selling two from his auto repair shop. Sirius found the shop across the road from a restaurant. One of the motorbikes was new and perfect and the other was worse for wear. Sirius had taken quite a bit of his family's gold in order to find some source entertainment for the summer but he knew he shouldn't take more. Therefore, the new one was out of the question.

Sirius was a charming boy and he used these charms to convince the man to allow him to buy the motorbike, despite the fact that he didn't even know how to turn one on and had in fact never even been in a car, and to allow him to work on it at the shop starting tomorrow.

So, Sirius and Evelyn were right across the street from one another and didn't even realize. Neither realized that the other had made quite impact on the other that night in the park. Evelyn didn't realize she had even met Sirius and would not have noticed him if he was right in front of her (although maybe she would have, he was quite handsome) and Sirius was sure he would never see the girl from the park again. What would he say if he did? "Remember me? I was that big black dog. Say, think you can teach me how to punch like that?"

Neither cared about the other at that moment though. Both were just happy that they figured out something to do that summer. Neither was aware that their paths were about to cross again.

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