"He squeezed Buckbeak's sides with his heels. Harry and Hermione jumped back as the enormous wings rose once more … the Hippogriff took off into the air … he and his rider became smaller and smaller as Harry gazed after them … then a cloud drifted across the moon … they were gone."

My name is Sirius Black, and guess what? Just a few moments before, I was waiting for a dementor's kiss. To my surprise, my godson, Harry saved me just in time, and I was able to escape death by inches.

And the coolest thing was that he and his friend, Hermione, appeared in front of my window on a Magnificent Hippogriff, the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

You are truly your father's son, Harry.

After dozing off for a moment, I dragged my thoughts back into reality.

I was sitting on Buckbeak, the hippogriff's broad back, flying into the darkness. Looking back, I suddenly realized that I could hardly see the Hogwarts castle, which was covered by the clouds and mist.

"Where shall I head?" I asked myself. "What about…the south?"

Somewhere more tropical, away from Europe and far beyond the control from the Ministry. Great idea.

"We are going to the south. Make a turn." I said to Buckbeak carelessly, with a pat on its head. The creature gave me a backward glance. Then it gave a sharp turn sharply in the air.

The great force nearly threw me off its back.

"Woah. Be gentle, Beaky." I spoke in a casual voice.

The hippogriff grunted and ignored me.

I scratched my head. It suddenly came to me that Hippogriffs were extremely proud creatures, and what I did…probably sounded like an offense to it.

"Sorry, Buckbeak," I said in a serious (what an old pun) tone. "From now on, we are fellow fugitives. I promise I'll always treat you with respect."

And in return, please don't throw me off your back, I added in my mind.

Buckbeak didn't reply. In fact, it remained silent for the rest of the journey, but never did it attempt to throw me off its back again.

In the end, we arrived in northern Morocco, where it was indeed tropical.

Upon arriving, I immediately began to look for a hiding place. I couldn't appear in front of the Muggles as a mass murderer, nor did I have any money. These two reasons made it extremely hard for me to find somewhere to live, but in the end, after going around the beach a few times, I found an abandoned treehouse, with a bamboo ladder. It turned out to be still in good condition-I mean both the treehouse, and the stairs.

Mine now, I thought with a smile. Finders' keepers.

Staying in a tropical place meant that tropical fruit was available anywhere you go, I mean it. During my days in the hideout, I enjoyed tropical fruits literally every day. Slowly, I began to recover from my years in Azkaban, and regained my health.

However, I didn't have anything else to do, except eat, and sleep. I couldn't go out or interact with other people, nor could I do any magic, for my wand was confiscated by the time I was last caught.

In the end, I decided to head into a tropical rainforest nearby, and spend a day there hiking to reduce my stress.

It was evening when I came up with the idea. Most people would simply wait and go in the morning, I suppose, but I am a Gryffindor and I have absolutely nothing to fear!

"Long live the Gryffindor spirit!" I cried as I walked among the tall trees. "To Merlin's socks!"

…

It was dark and silent, and I could hear the birds' chirping, along with the owls' hooting.

Wait. Owls?

Oh yeah, I could definitely try and catch one of them. It had been a long time since I last saw Harry. I should send him a letter as soon as possible, at least before he arrives at his relative's house. Otherwise he might not be able to receive it.

Let's get cracking, I thought as I climbed up a tree.

I've already seen a small fur ball up in one of those tree holes. I reached up, and…

"Ouch!" I cried as the owl bit me on my small finger. I stared at it in anger, and found in surprise that its eyes were full of mischief, staring at me without a hint of fear.

Wait. It looked so much like James…He looked exactly like that, when we were planning our next mischiefs in Hogwarts.

"I swear I won't go home today without that owl." I told myself, as I reached out again.

However, I forgot one thing: Owls could fly, but not me, at least without my brooms. All I could do was to watch it zoom away, into the far distance.

Well, that's it. I thought. I guess fate just never lets you stay.

Silently, I slid off the tree and found my way back.

However, when I saw what was in my treehouse, I nearly fell off my ladder.

It was That Owl.

I could almost scream in surprise.

What! Was! Going! On!

However, the creature only looked at me in silence.

"For merlin's sake, I'd never been pranked by anyone! For my entire life!" I hissed at it.

The owl remained silent. Then, as if it could understand me, it rolled its eyes and turned its back on me.

Fine. I shrugged. I would never get angry with an animal, especially one who was like my old friend.

In the end, I gladly accepted the small, lively owl as my second roommate. (Hope Buckbeak didn't mind.)

…

Everything's settled then, I thought. Now it's time to write my godson a letter.

After I finished it, an idea sparked in my mind.

It's time to help him get revenge on his disgusting relatives, I thought, as I signed Harry a permission to Hogsmeade at the end of the letter.

"I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends."

The End