Secrets (re-written) I woke the next morning, my head thumping, with flashes of last night running through my mind. The music had been loud, my throbbing ears confirming that, and the disco lights bright. I experimentally opened my eyes, blinking a few times as the dark wooden ceiling of my four poster bed came into focus. The mattress creaked slightly as I pushed myself into a sitting position. Oops. A wave of nausea washed over me and I fell back into the soft sheets, pressing my warm cheek against the cool pillow. After a few minutes yawning and a glance at my watch—which showed the time to be 5:30—I realised I wasn't going to get back to sleep. The sheets crumpled and twisted around my warm body, making em feel strangled. I pushed them to the floor and tried in vein to still me fidgeting limbs. With a defeated sight I gave up the cause and, rather more cautiously, sat up again. This time I felt fine, so I swung my legs to the side of the bed and stood up. I had to clutch the bedpost for support because the room spun around me. I shook my head, determined to rid myself of this dizziness, and for the walls to stay in the right place. The carpet was soft and warm under my toes as I padded over to the window. My elbows felt cold as I rested them against the stone but I didn't mind. The moon was shining brightly; craters clear on its rough surface. Only a few stars twinkled in the dark velvet sky, each looking bigger and more prominent because if it. A slight breeze blew through the dimly lit grounds, rustling the dry, parched leaves on the high treetops of the forbidden forest. It's shadowy depths looking more sinister at this late hour. One leaf sailed further away than the rest, eventually settling on the surface of the black lake, shattering the smooth body of water into a hundred tiny reflections. I watched until every ripple had smoothed and spread out into nothingness. A wisp of smoke floated up from the stubby chimney of the gamekeeper's hut, though no light came from the windows. It twisted and turned for a long time until finally fading by the whomping willow. Small dewdrops hung like diamonds from the tree's uncannily still branches, it's gnarled, moss covered trunk seemingly frozen by the cold night air. I blinked, I could have sworn something just moved inside that tree. My suspicions were confirmed when it moved again, a shadow by the base of the willow. There was a slight hole right by the ground I had never noticed before. It was into this hole I peered now. What happened next almost made me jump; as if it were a streak of lightning what looked like a scruffy black dog came shooting out from the tree and across the grounds. I frowned, wondering why it had been down there, and how it had got past the, usually, temperamental branches set on decapitating anyone within a 5 metre radius. Feeling more wide-awake than ever, I wandered back over to my trunk and drew out a thick cloak, the heavy material easily covering my body. Maybe a little wander around the castle would help me get back to sleep; it's not like the teachers would be patrolling at this hour. My footsteps echoed, sounding loud in the empty corridor. I almost stumbled over a dent in the floor; maybe this walk was not the best of ideas. The torches on the wall were beginning to flicker and I didn't like the idea of being stuck in a dark corridor at night. I began t turn back when I heard footsteps. Thinking it was a teacher; I looked around frantically for a place to hide. In a stroke of genius I blew out the nearby torches and pressed myself into an alcove. The stone cut at my back, even through the thick material of my cloak, but there was nothing I could do about it. As the footsteps grew nearer it occurred to me that they were ver soft, as if that of an animal's. When the owner of the sound came into view I almost gasped, it was the dog I had seen only minutes ago running from the tree. It had three cuts on its stomach; they looked like the claws of a large beast had made them. If I had been alarmed then it was nothing to how I felt as the dog, in a strangely human motion, looked behind it's-self, then stood in it's back legs and promptly morphed into a human. A human none other than Sirius Black. (A/N Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I decided to re-write this because the last chapter really wasn't that good and I'm going to change the plotline from how I originally planned. Yes, itI hate to nag/bug people but…please review )