Chapter 6: Quidditch

Sirius, we can't just go waltzing into a Quidditch game. There will be tons of people there and all of them think you're a ruthless murderer. Plus, if they catch you, you'll go back to Azkaban. Do you really want to do that? We aren't going, and that's final.

Well, that's what I would have said, if I could talk.

But I didn't, so Sirius (as a dog. He's not that stupid) and I were trooping down through the pouring rain to the Quidditch pitch. Apparently, James had been a really good Quidditch player, so Sirius wanted to watch Harry to see if he was as good. Also, he said he was tired of being cooped up in the Shrieking Shack. And I couldn't argue. So here we were.

Sirius and I crept through the grass and we soon arrived at the Quidditch pitch. The wooden stadiums surrounded a circular field that had three huge bubble sticks at each end. I wondered how this game was played, because it was not your average basketball game. Supposedly, it was really dangerous.

Sirius took a sharp left turn and darted under the stadium's wooden bleachers just as people started flooding into it. We scooted up to the very edge and peered through a gap in the seats.

Players in red and yellow uniforms were coming onto the field. A lady in the middle opened a large wooden crate and three balls flew out. Two big black ones and a tiny gold one which I only saw for a fraction of a second before it was gone. The woman handed a big red ball to a yellow player and the game began.

I figured it was a lot easier to watch if it wasn't raining so hard. Players darted around the field incredibly fast, all the while passing and dodging balls. Occasionally, players would run into each other, drop the ball or be thrown off course by the wind. It looked unbelievably hard and I was glad I didn't have to play. The sky was gradually getting darker, and the wind was blowing harder. Hopefully this would be over soon.

I looked next to me and realized that Sirius had turned into a human (seriously, Sirius? —Haha. —But seriously…) and was now muttering under his breath, occasionally praising Harry.

A shrill whistle sounded, and the players flew over to the side of the field.

"They're up by fifty," Sirius told me, "Hopefully Harry gets the Snitch soon."

I had absolutely no idea what a Snitch was (besides, like, what Peter was, of course), so I just sat there.

The game resumed, and Harry seemed to have put his game face on.

"Look at him fly," Sirius sighed, "He would've given James a run for his money."

I was glad to see that Sirius could forget about Peter for a while and just be happy.

Harry turned and then suddenly, he stopped and stared at the clouds. Sirius muttered angrily.

"Harry!" someone yelled, "Harry, behind you!"

Harry snapped his neck around and then leaned over and flew as fast as he could towards a yellow player. It was really exciting; I felt like the fate of the game depended on this moment.

But then everything became eerily silent, even the wind. Then a wave of cold swept over me, inside my body, not outside, and all I could remember was the day James had died. But I shook myself out of the memory just in time to bite Sirius's shirt, for he was about to run out and help Harry. I used all my strength to pull him back as he cursed and flailed.

Harry began to fall, and a jolt of panic snapped the icy cold feeling right out of me. But then a large hooded figure turned in Sirius's direction. Sirius's eyes widened and with a reluctant glance at the falling Harry, he changed into a dog and ran. I trotted after him.

He ran to the Whomping Willow, where a smashed something was lying in ruins at the base of the tree. Sirius sprinted towards the tree, but he gradually started slowing down. And I suddenly realized that those scary and cold black figures must somehow be affecting him. He collapsed on the ground, changing back into a human, only a few feet away from the tree.

I rushed over, and summoned all my strength as I put his shirt in my teeth. I pulled back hard and actually managed to move him a few feet. Wow.

I pulled him slowly towards the knot in the tree, trying desperately to keep him from being killed by the thrashing tree and to get him in the tunnel before any students saw him. I mean, a cat dragging Sirius Black, the deranged murderer, into a tree might look a bit suspicious. Not to mention weird.

I go Sirius all the way to the knot and pressed it with my paw. Then, with my last bit of strength, I tugged him into the tunnel out of sight and collapsed right next to him.

A/N: Sorry that one was really short, I don't know. It probably wasn't necessary, but Sirius mentioned that he watched Harry playing Quidditch, so I thought it would be fun to include since I had some free time tonight. I also thought that Sirius qualified as having "true horrors in his past," making him pass out around Dementors. I mean, he was blamed for his best friend's death, sent to Azkaban and freaking disowned by his family.

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