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"SIRIUS BLACK, GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" My mothers voice called, trembling through the house. I reluctantly clambered off my bed and trudged down the creaky, musty stairs as slowly as I possibly could.
"SIRIUS!" My mother called again. I quickened my pace.
When I reached the hall, my mother was stood there, positively fuming.
"Sirius Black," She began, taking a deep breath, "I will not tolerate this anymore. At first it was just stupid little pranks, nothing we couldn’t handle. But then you started coming home from school, 'Gryffindor' written all over your blood traitors face. You played your music loud, answered back, picked on your little brother. But this, no, I will not have this."
I looked at her, using my most innocent face.
"What have I done this time, mother?" I asked, empathising the last word. Although I knew what I had done.
"YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" She exploded, "YOU PUT PERMANANT INK ALL OVER MY MOTHERS PORTRAIT, YOU CUT YOUR BROTHER'S HAIR IN HIS SLEEP AND TURNED IT PURPLE - AND WE STILL HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT HOW TO TURN IT BACK - YOU STOLE A THOUSAND GALLEONS FROM YOUR FATHER AND BOUGHT ANTONIA A MAGICAL DRUM KIT, AND YOU DESTROYED THE BLACK FAMILY LOCKET! YOU FOOL!"
"Do you dare deny what you have done?" My mother said, in a dangerous whisper. I noticed that my younger sister, Antonia, and my brother, Regulus, were watching from the top of the stairs.
"No, mother, I don't deny any of it. In fact, I'm proud of it." I said, calmly.
My mother shrieked.
"GET OUT!" She screamed.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"YOU HEARD ME, GET OUT! AND DONT BOTHER COMING BACK!"
I blinked. I heard Antonia gasp. After I had gotten over the shock, I nodded.
"Alright then, I will, and don't expect me to come back either!"
I turned around and marched back up the stairs. Regulus began walking towards me, an evil look on his face, but I pushed him out of the way and kept walking.
When I reached the top, I stopped. Antonia was stood there, staring up into my eyes. She was nine years old, God bless her - she didn't understand. Her face was already tear-stricken. I loved Antonia the most out of all my family.
"Sirius." She blubbered.
I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, holding her close. I sat her down on my bed and she watched as I began packing my things.
"You're really going - aren't you?" She asked, in a trembling voice. I looked up. Her eyes were glistening. I turned my gaze away from her and nodded.
"Where are you going to go?" She asked. I shrugged, putting all my spell books in my trunk.
"James' I s'pose." I said. I glanced at Antonia. I could tell she was trying to be brave. She was wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Hey," I said, sitting on the bed beside her, "It’s alright, I'll write to you every day!"
She looked up.
"Promise." I said, wiping her cheeks dry with my sleeve.
Twenty minutes later, I closed the lid on my trunk and stood up. Antonia was sprawled out on my bed, sound asleep. I smiled weakly and kissed her forehead.
"I love you." I whispered.
I picked up my trunk and heaved it to the bedroom door.
Taking one last look at my little sister, I turned the knob and walked out.
Down the stairs.
And into the hall.
My mother was still stood there, with her hand on Regulus' shoulder. My father was stood by the kitchen door, a glass of beer in his hand. None of them spoke as I dragged my trunk across the hall and to the front door.
I opened the door and walked out, without looking back.
I was free.
Sorry it was so short, but Chapter One will be longer! :] I hope you are enjoying the story so far, and I also hope you decide to read the next chapters! x
I was free..
But I had nowhere to go.
Anywhere would be better than home.
I looked out, over the square. A few birds were pecking the ground. I smiled weakly, suppressing the urge to chase them, as I had done so many times as a child.
I tore my gaze from the pigeons and dragged my trunk down the road. A women walked by, giving my trunk an odd look. A muggle. I ignored her and strode on as if I hadn’t noticed her.
Once I reached the street corner, I stopped.
I really was in a muddle.
I had no home.
I sat on my trunk, by the road. The sky was getting steadily darker, but not night time dark. The streetlight above me was flickering, getting ready to shower the street with light in an hours time.
I was cold and alone.
My owl, Precious, was out delivering a letter to my best friend, James. She had been gone for almost a week now, and I was beginning to worry about her.
I kicked a stone beneath my feet.
I now lived on the streets. This was my new home.
If I transformed, I could act like a stray dog, it wouldn’t be too hard, and people wouldn’t bother me.
But there was a problem.
If I transformed, I would still have to drag my trunk around with me, and its not every day you see a dog carrying a heavy trunk around.
I dwelled on this for a little while, until an idea struck.
I opened the trunk, and whisked out a quill and some ink, just as a car sped past.
The wind blew the Marauders Map from my trunk. I gasped. Laying down the quill and ink bottle on the pavement, I ran into the road to save the Map.
A relieved grin spread across my face, as I managed to grab the Map. I turned, in glory, back to the pavement. I began to walk back to my awaiting quill, when a whirring noise reached my ears. I froze momentarily.
Coming out of my stupor, five seconds later, I leapt onto the pavement, just in time to miss a motorbike racing down the road.
”Woah.” I murmured.
Sitting on the ground, I began to scrawl a note on a piece of scrap paper.
I have run away. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I had to do it – I couldn’t stand another minute with those people. Antonia was upset, but I’m sure she’ll learn to live with it. Thing is, I’m going to transform, and pose as a stray dog, and I need somewhere to put my trunk? Please, take care of my trunk, and I’ll see you on the Hogwarts Express.
I slid the note into the trunk. Now all I needed was a way to transport my trunk to James’ house. I rolled my eyes and shoved my hands in my pockets. Sitting back down on my trunk, I began to think hard. Then the answer hit me! No, literally, it hit me!
My owl, Precious, came swooping down and landed on my face. I grinned as she hopped off me. She had brought a thick envelope with her. I took the letter from her and put it in my pocket. I’d read it later. Then I took out my wand, and, making sure nobody was looking, shrunk my trunk. I attached the mini trunk to Precious’ leg and told her to deliver it to James. She hooted in understanding and set off immediately.
I was alone with just my wand to defend myself. I tucked my wand into my shirt pocket and closed my eyes. I concentrated on an image of a dog, remembering all the markings clearly.
Animagi was a difficult skill, and you had to use up every ounce of concentration you had to master it.
I held on to the image in my head, whilst imagining myself at this very moment. I was wearing faded blue jeans, and a blue shirt. My shoes were a very stylish pair which my favourite cousin Andromeda bought for me during her visit to America. My black hair hung around my ears and my eyes were crinkled shut.
Now I combined the two images, and I could feel myself transforming. I could see it too, before my eyes, in my mind. First, my hands morphed into paws, then my nose turned into a snout. The next thing I knew, I was on all fours, and fur was exploding from every pore in my body.
A moment later, I was a snarling black dog.
I was still new to animagi, so it took longer than it should for me to transform, as I’d only ever done it at full moons before.
I opened my stone grey eyes, and blinked. My world was black and white now.
I began to pad along the pavement. Although I was large for a dog, a lot of things, which had seemed small to my human eyes, seemed huge to me now.
The world was actually beautiful, in black and white. I couldn’t decide which world I preferred though; the dog world, or the human world.
As I rounded a corner, a women walked by, holding her daughters hand.
The daughter grinned at me.
“LOOK, MUMMY – A DOGGIE!” She exclaimed.
Her mother squealed and dragged the little girl away from me. I let my tongue loll out in a friendly fashion, but the women seemed to think I was bearing my teeth and shooed me away. I scampered off, tail between my legs.
Five minutes later, I passed a big building. Small children were spilling out of the building, and a ringing noise vibrated through the air. I grinned a doggish grin as the children ran to the gates. A huge gaggle of children filed out, clutching on to their parents hands.
A young girl was the first to spot me. So began bawling. Her mother comforted her and pulled her past me. Then a bunch of girls skipped over to me and began patting me. I was enjoying the attention, but I needed to leave soon, if I was going to find somewhere to stay the night.
I waggled my tail and set off again, but a boy, of around ten, grasped my tail and pulled. I whipped around, baring my teeth, growling. The boys hands freed my tail, and he backed off, eyes wide.
”LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU GREAT BRUTE!” A women yelled, holding her children back, away from me.
A man kicked at me. I yelped and ran, their shouts echoing in my mind.
I ran around a block of flats, dodging passers-by and growling at stray cats. After about ten minutes of non-stop running, a hill appeared before me.
I came to a halt at the foot of the hill, staring up at my new challenge. A road ran down the middle of the hill, and cars sped past. I was situated behind a traffic light. The cars were all stopping by the traffic lights, for some unknown reason, and were forming a queue.
I looked up at the traffic lights. A light at the top was shining down. I couldn’t actually see what colour it was, as I had dog-vision[black and white world etc], but I’d seen traffic lights before, and guessed this was the red light, as the red lights always seemed to be at the top.
I saw the reason for the red light almost immediately. A boy had pressed the button on the traffic lights across the road. My doggie eyes opened in shock.
I knew this boy!
His name was Carl Thomas. He went to Hogwarts, and was in my year. He shared a dormitory with my friends and I, but he didn’t really mix with us – he hung out with the Ravenclaws.
Carl was dressed in black jeans and a black shirt. The top three buttons on his shirt were undone, and he was wearing black boots. His hair was black too, although his eyes were an electric blue.
I had always been interesting in Carl, and decided to follow him.
By now, he had crossed the road and the cars had started up again.
Carl noticed me watching him, and smiled. He didn’t know it was me though, as I was in my dog form. He began steadily walking up the hill. I followed him, keeping a distance though, so he didn’t realise I was following him.
I think he felt me following him, as he kept glancing back furtively every now and again, but each time I just pretended to be interested in a bush close by.
When we reached the top of the hill, however, he seemed to forget his suspicions of a stalker and ran straight towards a cosy little cottage.
The cottage was most interesting. Moss covered its face. The only parts of the cottage that I could see which wasn’t moss-covered, were the windows and door. I followed Carl towards the house, curiously. He knocked on the door. There was no reply. I hid behind a car.
Carl knocked again. I could see his patience wearing. He stood and waited for a whole minute before knocking again. I edged closer, hiding behind a bush now.
”Who’s there?” I heard a voice call from the cottage. The voice sounded slightly mad, rasping even, but definitely feminine.
”Mother its me, Carl!” Carl called back, staring intently at the door.
There was a sound of bolts lifting and a key in a lock, and then, suddenly, the door swung open.
A thin women stood in the doorway. Her hair was tangled and matted. Her skin was pale and wrinkled. She looked ill. Her figure was petite, and she looked very underweight. She was sweating.
”Carl..” She murmured.
”Hello mum.” Carl stated. I looked closely at his expression. I saw, with a shock, that Carl was smiling widely. This was the first real smile I had seen Carl Thomas wear.
A.N: Is Dean Thomas a half blood? LOL! I just dont know. >.< He might be. Well if he's not, it doesnt matter 'cause Carl Thomas can or cannot be his father. =] Depends whether any of you know the truth! =]
Thanks for reading and reviewing! Love You All. x
"Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes."
- Mahatma Gandhi.
I don’t know how long I was outside the house for – definitely a few hours – before Carl finally emerged from the house, kissing his mother on the cheek. After his mother had forbid him goodbye, Carl began to walk back down the steep hill. I followed him carefully, padding softly along the pavement in a quick pace.
The sky was really dark by now. The moon was shining and the stars were twinkling down at me. While Carl had been holed up in his mother’s cottage, I had gone through a range of reasons why his mother looked so ill – and why he had been smiling when he saw her in such a state – but none of my reasons made sense!
When Carl reached the bottom of the hill, he took a left turning into a busy street. Big, speeding vehicles sped past me in a blur of light, leaving me bewildered and scared. I continued stalking Carl, until he stopped at a small off-license.
When he came out, with a carton tucked under his arm, I sat and stared at him, wagging my tail excitedly. He looked down at me and smiled, before kneeling beside me and patting my head and ruffling my fur slightly.
“Hey, boy.” He whispered, setting his carton of ‘Soya Milk’ beside me. I sniffed it. I couldn’t quite put my paw on the smell, but I put it down as coconut, which I detected a faint whiff of.
“Who do you belong to?” Carl asked, smiling at me while he checked my neck for a collar. When he couldn’t find one, he stared into my eyes and rubbed my back.
“You’re a stray?” He asked. I inclined my head slightly, and he grinned.
“Come on,” He said, picking up his carton and standing up, “I know somewhere we can go.”
Carl led me down the street, and through a couple of dark alleyways, until we reached a large stretch of wasteland.
“Welcome to my home.” Carl smiled wryly at me, as we trotted towards a small building at the far end. I carefully dodged anything that could potentially damage my paws, until we reached the building.
I sat and stared at it, my tongue lolling out of my mouth slightly. Carl stood next to me, the carton hanging in his hand as we stared at the shed.
This is where Carl Thomas lives?
I looked up at him pitifully. I felt sorry for him, but on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased to be ‘home’. I waited while he unlocked the padlocked door, and then followed him inside.
It wasn’t very homely, but it was quite cool! Carl had turned it into his own little shed. He’d painted the walls metallic blue, and had a little makeshift bed in the corner – a mattress and a few blankets, complete with a plain pillow. He had a whiteboard in the corner, where he had written a list of things to do over the holidays. A small lamp was by the door – Carl must have turned it on when we came inside. It wasn’t much, but it was quite exciting.
Carl walked over to the ‘bed’.
“You can sleep on the end.” He told me, indicating the end of the mattress. I smiled gratefully and curled up on top of a blanket. Carl took off his jacket and boots, switched the lamp off, and then sat down beside me, watching me as I scampered around in a circle, choosing a comfortable position to lie down in.
Once I was satisfied, I curled up in a tight little ball and closed my eyes, desperate for sleep.
“You know, I don’t have a name for you.” Carl suddenly spoke into the darkness.
I opened an eye and peered at him. He was staring down at me sadly.
“I think I’ll call you Snuffles… because you snuffle a lot – for a dog!” He grinned, then his face softened, “why don’t you have a caring family? Surely every little kid wants a dog like you. You’re amazing. Why wouldn’t anyone want you?”
I continued to stare at him. He was interrupting my sleep. I dreadfully wanted to sleep. I was just lightly drifting off when he spoke again.
“I wonder why you chose me. I noticed you following me earlier, but I didn’t think much of it. Did you wait for me while I was at my mothers? You must have been cold.”
I had been cold, actually. It was freezing out there! How dare he leave me there?
“You’re lovely,” He concluded, “Goodnight, Snuffles.”
I grunted, before dozing off.
I woke up to a loud scuffling noise by my head. Blinking blearily, I searched through the darkness for the strange noise – where was I? As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed Carl Thomas curled beside me, sleeping. He looked very sweet. I wanted to laugh, but then I remembered where I was. I wondered what time it was.
I slowly stood up onto my knees and looked around. The noise I had heard was just a stray mouse nuzzling into my hair. I lifted my hands up and ran them through my hair, sighing.
Suddenly, I realised that I had hands – where were my paws? I swore silently and realised that I must have transformed in my sleep. Checking that Carl was still fast asleep, I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on the image of ‘Snuffles’ as Carl called me.
After a moment, I opened my eyes again and examined my body. I checked that I had fur instead of hair; paws instead of hands and feet and a tail. I grinned and checked the other parts of my body. Perfect.
I curled up again, but I just couldn’t seem to sleep, at all. I changed my position, but nothing seemed to work. Eventually, I gave up trying and just lay in the dark for an hour or two, mulling things over in my mind. A lot had happened in the last few days – I’d been chucked out of my home, for starters.
I could see the sky through a small, square window now. It was getting lighter, so I nudged Carl’s feet with my nose. He didn’t respond, so I tried again.
After a few more, feeble attempts, I proceeded to licking his face. He stirred, but didn’t wake up. I snorted in frustration and bit his leg – gently, but firmly.
He shot up with a yelp of pain.
“What the hell – Oh, it’s just you, Snuffles!” Carl smiled as he caught sight of me, but I could see he was a bit miffed that I’d bitten him.
“Why did you bite me?” He groaned.
I stared at him through big, watery brown eyes. I must have looked innocent because his expressional softened and he chuckled lightly, tickling me behind the ear.
“Thanks,” He said. I was bewildered – why was he thanking me? I’d just bitten him! He continued, “I needed to be up soon anyway. I have some stuff to do today.”
I looked at him excitedly, my ears pointing towards the ceiling.
“I’m sorry boy, but you can’t come.”
My ears flopped down and my eyes glazed over. Why not? Why couldn’t I come? I was his pet dog, for God’s sake!
Carl must have sensed that I was annoyed, as he sat down beside me and started apologising profusely. Well, not quite.
“I’m really sorry, Snuffles, but you just can’t come! Tell you what – why don’t you go out and explore the city – enjoy yourself! Just make sure you’re back here tonight. And not too late, mind. I’d miss you.’
He smiled at me, kindly. I nodded my furry head and he stood up, unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it off, draping it over the lamp. It was getting quite light outside now.
Suddenly, it dawned on me. Carl Thomas was in a shed with me – half naked! Half the girls at school would wet themselves with excitement if they were given this opportunity. Some of the boys would too!
But I wasn’t that kind of guy. I’d seen Carl naked before – in the dormitory, at Hogwarts, and the changing rooms in Quidditch. It was no big deal. Well, it was if you liked a muscular man…
Once he had changed into a stripy black and white tee, and pulled his boots and jacket on, Carl opened the shed door and we stepped into the morning.
“I’ll see you later, boy.” He said.
And I was off, bounding excitedly into the sunrise.