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Did she ever appear in person? For all we know, she could have been BFFs with Umbridge
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Tanya’s Hogwarts Adventures (Youjo Senki, Harry Potter)
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IIRC she only ever appeared in person during Harry's trial, where she only really gave official lines. Most of what we know about her comes from Hannah and other people mentioning her briefly. No kids, had a brother and husband both of whom died in voldie's first round.
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I must have been thinking of someone else. My books are 1200 miles away, so I can't check, but didn't some lady go missing just before Voldie resurrected? I could have sworn it was Bones, but I guess was remembering wrong.
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You're thinking of the woman who was part of the magical games department and no it definitely wasn't Bones her name is slipping me at the moment.
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Bertha Jorkins is the woman who Voldemort ate before contacting Barty Crouch Jr. Madam Bones was killed after Voldie was already back, but still hiding from the ministry. Book 6 im pretty sure
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Finally had a chance to read the chapter.
So, this may be a dumb question- but why can't they just transfigure something into a rooster if they can't obtain an already alive one?
I can assume there is a reason they don't but i am unsure if i perhaps missed the explanation in the chapter.
So, this may be a dumb question- but why can't they just transfigure something into a rooster if they can't obtain an already alive one?
I can assume there is a reason they don't but i am unsure if i perhaps missed the explanation in the chapter.
I'm let Loose. From the Noose!
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Sirius Black
Eleven years in prison. Sirius was not sure how exact that was as prisoners rarely got visitors, especially those kept in the deepest parts of Azkaban, but it seemed about right that it was pretty close as while the prison was always cold, even in the summers, with the dementors' presence, there was a subtle change to the temperature that felt even cooler. Fall had seemingly arrived. And his cousin had recently become rather rowdy and excitable over something.
The taunting had quieted over the years of them being stuck in cells near each other with Sirius having long since stopped rising to her baiting taunts to wallow in his failures. Failures as a friend. Failures as a godfather. Failures as a killer. Locked away for killing a man who was still out there somewhere, hiding.
But now the taunting was back. Bellatrix was cackling, only quieting when the dementors came by with their rations. And her excitement had spread to the other Death Eaters. Sirius was certain she had finally cracked by claiming Voldemort was back. The Dark Lord was dead, about the only good thing about Sirius's failure as a friend was that it somehow led to the Dark Lord's demise.
Sirius would trade that for having his best friend alive, even if he was still stuck in Azkaban for over a decade. At least James would still be around.
Knowing James though, Sirius had to admit that he probably would have accepted his death if it meant saving others. Heh. Sirius was the same in many ways. It should have been him instead of James to die to take out the Dark Lord.
It was possibly weeks after Bellatrix first started getting excited that it happened. A commotion was echoing as a figure came down the halls, the dementors leading the figure, seemingly excited.
Sirius did not recognize the figure as he peered out of his cell. A dark skinned woman confidently strutting down the hall. Then Sirius saw HIM.
"Wormtail you coward!" He yelled out, causing the ratfaced man to jump at the sudden ferocity.
The woman raised an eyebrow over her face marked in bone white to look like a skull before taking a swig from a bottle and turning to look at Pettigrew. "A friend of yours?" She asked with a wry smirk.
"S-Sirius Black," Pettigrew said in a sniveling voice. "It's been a while." He turned to the woman and gave a slight bow. "This is the man who was supposed to be the secret keeper."
Sirius roared, trying to claw at Pettigrew from behind the bars.
"Ah yes, I remember you now," the woman said. "Wormtail, silence him."
"Yes, my Lord," Pettigrew said, bowing before pulling out a wand and pointing out at Sirius. "Petrificus Totalus."
Sirius fell backwards as his arms snapped to his sides.
"For what it's worth, I am sorry, but none of you could understand."
Sirius could only growl in his throat as his body and mouth were locked into position.
"Crucius," Peter said and Sirius felt blades run through his body as the yellow spell slammed into his prone form. It may have been over a decade since his last exposure to the spell, but Sirius could tell it was far from the worst it could be. You have to really want to hurt the person in order to get the most out of it and Pettigrew had always been too spineless to put much into anything he did. He couldn't even keep it going long before Sirius felt the spell end.
Lying there, Sirius breathed deeply through his nose.
"Very good," that woman practically hissed out with a chuckle. "Now, let's find my followers."
Sirius couldn't see what was going on, but he could hear the sound of one of the cell doors nearby opening on its rusty hinges.
"Who are you?" Bellatrix curtly asked.
"I suppose you would not recognize me but I would think one of my most loyal, and powerful, followers would be able to tell I've returned."
"Master!" Bellatrix sounded surprised. "I knew you would come for us."
"Arrise. It has been a long time, but I do reward loyalty."
There was a moment of silence that followed before Sirius heard footsteps start moving away from his cell. "Come along, we have my other followers to gather together. Plans are in motion for my return and I have need of you."
It took time for Sirius to be able to move again. Knowing that traitor had been so close to him, taunting him with his presence, made Sirius act rashly.
Sirius morphed into an emancipated black dog growling in anger, and slipped through the bars on his cell. Sniffing the air, he picked up the trail of Pettigrew, following after his former friend all the way to the dock where the trail disappeared.
With no plan, no real direction, and only emotion to propel him, Sirius jumped into the frigid water and began swimming.
Spite was a hell of a drug, as despite the frigid temperatures and even the falling snow, Sirius kept doggy paddling all the way to shore somewhere on the British coast. With no idea where to start looking for where Pettigrew was hiding, Sirius made his way to his old home in the heart of London.
Number 12 Grimmauld Place was looking rather run down as the years had not been kind to it, but Sirius managed to apparate into the front hall after seeing from the outside all the lights seemed to be off. News rarely made it into the prison, but Sirius had been informed of his mother's death. Apparently he never got disinherited.
It did not matter to Sirius as he began to search the house, finding his wand in his old bedroom that seemed to have been fixed up in the last decade or so before falling into disrepair. Sirius scowled as he figured out why he might have inherited the Black Estate.
His mother believed he really had betrayed his friends in the end and seemed to have tried to honor him in her own twisted way.
Sirius tightened his grip on his wand before grabbing the key to the Black Vault and changing into some clean clothes.
"The master returns," an old voice called out mockingly.
"Kreacher," Sirius growled out. He never liked the old house elf and glared at the wretched face of the small creature. Sirius started to open his mouth to order the house elf away before he clicked his mouth shut. Sirius would freely admit he was never the brains of his friend group, always the most impulsive member of the Marauders, but a decade in a cell can give someone a modicum of ability to think twice. "Clean my bedroom."
Sirius eyed the house. There were a lot of bad memories tied up in the place, but he had nowhere else to go for now.
"I will be taking up residence here. I've got some business to attend to."
Kreacher bowed in a mocking manner. "Of course. Kreacher will get right on that." Sirius didn't pay attention to what Kreacher muttered as he disappeared to get started on the task.
With that, Sirius apparated himself to the designated location outside Gringotts and entered the bank. He got several looks by the patrons as he got in line, but no one seemed to recognize him. That likely meant no one knew he had escaped yet.
His long beard and ragged hair likely helped hide his identity as the only thing really clean about him currently was his clothes.
The rage at seeing Pettigrew had lowered to a simmer, giving Sirius the ability to think about his next move. He had no idea where the coward was hiding, but a few details began to slot into place in his mind.
That woman Pettigrew was with, he called her his Lord. And she seemed to claim to be Bellatrix's Master. Bellatrix had always been a bit off her rocker even as a child, but there was no way Pettigrew would confuse some random woman for the Dark Lord. He was a coward, not a complete imbecile.
That meant the Dark Lord was back. Sirius growled to himself as he stepped forward in the queue, earning him concerned looks.
Sirius mulled the thought over in his head as he got to the front of the line and called over to one of the goblins manning the teller desk.
"Name and purpose of visit," the goblin said, not even bothering to look up from his work.
Sirius placed the vault key onto the desk. "Sirius Black here to withdraw from the Black Family Vault and exchange some funds for Muggle currency," Sirius said softly to not announce his presence to the entire bank.
The goblin picked the key up and looked at it carefully, verifying something about it before giving a sharp nod, snapping his fingers to get the attention of another goblin that would drive the cart down to the vault, and handed the key back. "Next Customer!" the goblin called out as Sirius followed the other goblin down deep under the bank on the mine carts.
After taking care of his business at the bank, Sirius moved through Diagon Alley with purpose, purchasing a newspaper from a stand as he passed by before slipping through the Leaky Cauldron and out into Muggle London. Sirius would have loved to get a meal at the Leaky Cauldron, but spending too much time near old man Tom could blow his identity. The barkeep had worked there for a long time and had an incredible memory for people. Even passing through the pub was a risk when Sirius saw the man behind the counter.
Luckily Tom didn't recognize Sirius right away.
Muggle London had changed a lot since Sirius had last been there, but the old Muggle chip shop he and his friends would occasionally sneak to during the summers was still there. It had been a thrill back then to trick the muggles working there that they were just normal kids. Sirius pushed those thoughts aside as he ordered a large basket of fish and chips before taking a corner spot that he wouldn't be easily seen in and took out his copy of the Daily Prophet.
He got the date and began to scan through the articles quickly before quickly shoving the paper to the side as he noticed the waitress approach with his food.
She was a cute young thing with a polite smile plastered on her face. There was a time when Sirius may have tried flirting with her when she dropped the basket of fried food off, but Sirius was not in the mood. He had a rat to kill.
Sirius ate and thought. It was late December eleven years after he was sentenced to Azkaban. Harry would be in his second year.
Harry would be in his second year.
Sirius paused eating for a moment as that thought sunk in.
If he was right about who that woman was, then Harry was likely in danger.
The Dark Lord was not known for his mercy and had tried to kill Harry as a baby. There was no reason to assume he wouldn't try again now that he was back.
Sirius began to slowly return to eating his meal as he thought about things. He ended up in prison because he went off half-cocked, so he needed to be more careful if he was going to protect Harry.
If he remembered correctly, Harry would likely have ended up at his aunt's place considering what Bellatrix did to the Longbottoms and his own incarceration. Even if that was the case though, it was winter. There was a good chance Harry was staying at Hogwarts for the Winter Break.
Sirius finished his meal, stuffed the newspaper into his pocket, and left the store before finding an alley he could use to apparate back to the Black Estate. Sirius would need to prepare to see his godson, though he would have to remain hidden, but first he would need to properly clean up and feel human again, even if just momentarily.
Sirius trimmed his facial hair into what he thought was a rather roguish Van Dyke and managed to get his hair combed out enough to trim it down to a length he liked. The gaunt cheeks of barely being fed for a decade did nothing to help Sirius's looks, but he thought he at least looked presentable if anyone did recognize him.
With that, Sirius laid in a decent bed for the first time in a decade and passed out.
The next day saw him traveling to Hogsmeade Village and slipping into the Shrieking Shack to take the secret passage to Hogwarts under the Whomping Willow and at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
It was nearing mid day by the time the first students came out to the snow covered grounds to play.
There was no mistaking Harry. He was the spitting image of his father Sirius was watching from. He seemed to be good friends with a gaggle of red headed children. There was only one family Sirius was familiar with that many kids and that shade of hair.
Sirius wagged his tail at seeing Harry had to be in Gryffindor for him to be friends with the Weasleys. There was also a blonde boy and two blonde girls that were with them. Sirius briefly thought the older two may be twins considering they appeared to be about the same age, but the hair wasn't the same shade of blonde. The two girls had much closer blonde hair to each other than to the boy, so Sirius made the assumption the girls were sisters and the boy was just an unrelated blonde boy. Along with the group were two other, larger boys. Large compared to Harry and the group his age, the older Weasley boys were significantly taller than the rest.
It did Sirius's heart good to see his godson was so popular to have a large group of friends.
That was how Sirius spent most of his days for the next month. Going to Hogwarts to watch over Harry and his friends and look out for Pettigrew and any Death Eaters before going to Muggle London to have a hearty meal and returning to the Black Estate to read the news.
It was shortly after the breakout was reported that Sirius noticed the presence of dementors around Hogsmeade and the edges of Hogwarts's lands. Sirius was able to easily slip by the dementors, particularly in the emotionally simpler dog form.
Sirius still hadn't seen any signs of Pettigrew or the Death Eaters in the nearly full month he had been free as he wandered Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley as a dog nor on Hogwarts ground. Students returned and there was a tension in the air Sirius could feel. One that temporarily broke one Saturday morning as seemingly the entire school headed down to the Quidditch pitch. Slytherin vs Ravenclaw.
Serius took a spot near the stands the Gryffindor students sat in, keeping an eye on Harry while getting a good view of the match.
The two teams were off, though Sirius only paid as much attention to who was on each team to keep up with the commentary as he did not know who the kids were, though he was familiar with the family members of several of the Slytherin players.
Sirius's tail wagged as he listened to the commentary as the kid doing it was good. Quick with action reports and making fast paced quips and color commentary as the fast paced game went on. It was fun. Sirius remembered what being happy was like.
And then it began to get cold and a midday fog began to set in. Sirius moved closer to the stands and whimpered as he began to curl up. The dementors had come.
Looking up into the stands, Sirius was helpless as he saw his godson pass out in the stands, but his friends were there to help. Nearly all of them moved to help even as the effects of the dementors began to affect them.
All but the little blonde girl.
She stood up, a fierce determination in her body language. She looked around, though Sirius was beginning to doubt she was seeing the world as it was when she opened her mouth and said something in a commanding tone.
She continued to give what sounded like orders, though Sirius could only tell that she was speaking German, as she hopped off the stands, pulling out her wand as she charged into the crowd of dementors.
Sirius was slack jawed as he watched her attempt to stab a dementor with her wand. Even the dementors seemed confused by her actions. Her attacks did no damage, but she was ferocious in her attacks, never staying still long as she moved between the dementors, slashing at them with a wand simmering in some sort of effect.
Soon the girl was joined by the silvery forms of several Patronus chasing off the dementors. The girl began to give chase before a red stunning spell slammed into her back.
She kept moving forwards, seemingly unaware of the attempted stunning as more stunners were sent at her. Sirius would have guessed it took a full dozen before she fell slowly to her knees. She reached forwards, saying something in German before finally falling to the ground.
Sirius recognized her as one of Harry's friends from the winter break and was overcome by the feeling that Harry had made a very wise decision being a friend of hers because he would hate to get on her bad side.
Sirius chose to retreat back to the Shrieking Shack before returning to London where he found a sweets shop to get some chocolate. A bar for himself, then a bar for Harry. Then, with another moment's thought, he got a couple extra bars for Harry to share with his friend.
Sirius would need to find an owl to send the muggle chocolates to Harry and his friend, but when he got back to the Black Estate, he wrote a quick note to attach to the chocolates.
"Saw you and your blonde girlfriend had strong reactions to dementors. Just in case they come back."
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Chapter Footnote: If Sirius is a dog, how can he tell what hair color different people have? Well, it is because he isn't always color blind. He knew people with a variety of hair colors and got an idea of what those look like while a dog. There are certain colors that can trip him up though when he makes assumptions about certain things.
1. Grey and blonde can be mixed up easily, so someone young with grey or silver hair he would think is blonde.
2. Dyed hair like green, pink, and purple would really mess with him. Depending on shade, he could think they are red or some shade of brunette. A particularly dark one may even look basically black to him.
He is assuming these kids have normal shades of hair and haven't gone grey yet and making the best guess he can. He happens to be right, but he was making a leap of assumption.
Eleven years in prison. Sirius was not sure how exact that was as prisoners rarely got visitors, especially those kept in the deepest parts of Azkaban, but it seemed about right that it was pretty close as while the prison was always cold, even in the summers, with the dementors' presence, there was a subtle change to the temperature that felt even cooler. Fall had seemingly arrived. And his cousin had recently become rather rowdy and excitable over something.
The taunting had quieted over the years of them being stuck in cells near each other with Sirius having long since stopped rising to her baiting taunts to wallow in his failures. Failures as a friend. Failures as a godfather. Failures as a killer. Locked away for killing a man who was still out there somewhere, hiding.
But now the taunting was back. Bellatrix was cackling, only quieting when the dementors came by with their rations. And her excitement had spread to the other Death Eaters. Sirius was certain she had finally cracked by claiming Voldemort was back. The Dark Lord was dead, about the only good thing about Sirius's failure as a friend was that it somehow led to the Dark Lord's demise.
Sirius would trade that for having his best friend alive, even if he was still stuck in Azkaban for over a decade. At least James would still be around.
Knowing James though, Sirius had to admit that he probably would have accepted his death if it meant saving others. Heh. Sirius was the same in many ways. It should have been him instead of James to die to take out the Dark Lord.
It was possibly weeks after Bellatrix first started getting excited that it happened. A commotion was echoing as a figure came down the halls, the dementors leading the figure, seemingly excited.
Sirius did not recognize the figure as he peered out of his cell. A dark skinned woman confidently strutting down the hall. Then Sirius saw HIM.
"Wormtail you coward!" He yelled out, causing the ratfaced man to jump at the sudden ferocity.
The woman raised an eyebrow over her face marked in bone white to look like a skull before taking a swig from a bottle and turning to look at Pettigrew. "A friend of yours?" She asked with a wry smirk.
"S-Sirius Black," Pettigrew said in a sniveling voice. "It's been a while." He turned to the woman and gave a slight bow. "This is the man who was supposed to be the secret keeper."
Sirius roared, trying to claw at Pettigrew from behind the bars.
"Ah yes, I remember you now," the woman said. "Wormtail, silence him."
"Yes, my Lord," Pettigrew said, bowing before pulling out a wand and pointing out at Sirius. "Petrificus Totalus."
Sirius fell backwards as his arms snapped to his sides.
"For what it's worth, I am sorry, but none of you could understand."
Sirius could only growl in his throat as his body and mouth were locked into position.
"Crucius," Peter said and Sirius felt blades run through his body as the yellow spell slammed into his prone form. It may have been over a decade since his last exposure to the spell, but Sirius could tell it was far from the worst it could be. You have to really want to hurt the person in order to get the most out of it and Pettigrew had always been too spineless to put much into anything he did. He couldn't even keep it going long before Sirius felt the spell end.
Lying there, Sirius breathed deeply through his nose.
"Very good," that woman practically hissed out with a chuckle. "Now, let's find my followers."
Sirius couldn't see what was going on, but he could hear the sound of one of the cell doors nearby opening on its rusty hinges.
"Who are you?" Bellatrix curtly asked.
"I suppose you would not recognize me but I would think one of my most loyal, and powerful, followers would be able to tell I've returned."
"Master!" Bellatrix sounded surprised. "I knew you would come for us."
"Arrise. It has been a long time, but I do reward loyalty."
There was a moment of silence that followed before Sirius heard footsteps start moving away from his cell. "Come along, we have my other followers to gather together. Plans are in motion for my return and I have need of you."
It took time for Sirius to be able to move again. Knowing that traitor had been so close to him, taunting him with his presence, made Sirius act rashly.
Sirius morphed into an emancipated black dog growling in anger, and slipped through the bars on his cell. Sniffing the air, he picked up the trail of Pettigrew, following after his former friend all the way to the dock where the trail disappeared.
With no plan, no real direction, and only emotion to propel him, Sirius jumped into the frigid water and began swimming.
Spite was a hell of a drug, as despite the frigid temperatures and even the falling snow, Sirius kept doggy paddling all the way to shore somewhere on the British coast. With no idea where to start looking for where Pettigrew was hiding, Sirius made his way to his old home in the heart of London.
Number 12 Grimmauld Place was looking rather run down as the years had not been kind to it, but Sirius managed to apparate into the front hall after seeing from the outside all the lights seemed to be off. News rarely made it into the prison, but Sirius had been informed of his mother's death. Apparently he never got disinherited.
It did not matter to Sirius as he began to search the house, finding his wand in his old bedroom that seemed to have been fixed up in the last decade or so before falling into disrepair. Sirius scowled as he figured out why he might have inherited the Black Estate.
His mother believed he really had betrayed his friends in the end and seemed to have tried to honor him in her own twisted way.
Sirius tightened his grip on his wand before grabbing the key to the Black Vault and changing into some clean clothes.
"The master returns," an old voice called out mockingly.
"Kreacher," Sirius growled out. He never liked the old house elf and glared at the wretched face of the small creature. Sirius started to open his mouth to order the house elf away before he clicked his mouth shut. Sirius would freely admit he was never the brains of his friend group, always the most impulsive member of the Marauders, but a decade in a cell can give someone a modicum of ability to think twice. "Clean my bedroom."
Sirius eyed the house. There were a lot of bad memories tied up in the place, but he had nowhere else to go for now.
"I will be taking up residence here. I've got some business to attend to."
Kreacher bowed in a mocking manner. "Of course. Kreacher will get right on that." Sirius didn't pay attention to what Kreacher muttered as he disappeared to get started on the task.
With that, Sirius apparated himself to the designated location outside Gringotts and entered the bank. He got several looks by the patrons as he got in line, but no one seemed to recognize him. That likely meant no one knew he had escaped yet.
His long beard and ragged hair likely helped hide his identity as the only thing really clean about him currently was his clothes.
The rage at seeing Pettigrew had lowered to a simmer, giving Sirius the ability to think about his next move. He had no idea where the coward was hiding, but a few details began to slot into place in his mind.
That woman Pettigrew was with, he called her his Lord. And she seemed to claim to be Bellatrix's Master. Bellatrix had always been a bit off her rocker even as a child, but there was no way Pettigrew would confuse some random woman for the Dark Lord. He was a coward, not a complete imbecile.
That meant the Dark Lord was back. Sirius growled to himself as he stepped forward in the queue, earning him concerned looks.
Sirius mulled the thought over in his head as he got to the front of the line and called over to one of the goblins manning the teller desk.
"Name and purpose of visit," the goblin said, not even bothering to look up from his work.
Sirius placed the vault key onto the desk. "Sirius Black here to withdraw from the Black Family Vault and exchange some funds for Muggle currency," Sirius said softly to not announce his presence to the entire bank.
The goblin picked the key up and looked at it carefully, verifying something about it before giving a sharp nod, snapping his fingers to get the attention of another goblin that would drive the cart down to the vault, and handed the key back. "Next Customer!" the goblin called out as Sirius followed the other goblin down deep under the bank on the mine carts.
After taking care of his business at the bank, Sirius moved through Diagon Alley with purpose, purchasing a newspaper from a stand as he passed by before slipping through the Leaky Cauldron and out into Muggle London. Sirius would have loved to get a meal at the Leaky Cauldron, but spending too much time near old man Tom could blow his identity. The barkeep had worked there for a long time and had an incredible memory for people. Even passing through the pub was a risk when Sirius saw the man behind the counter.
Luckily Tom didn't recognize Sirius right away.
Muggle London had changed a lot since Sirius had last been there, but the old Muggle chip shop he and his friends would occasionally sneak to during the summers was still there. It had been a thrill back then to trick the muggles working there that they were just normal kids. Sirius pushed those thoughts aside as he ordered a large basket of fish and chips before taking a corner spot that he wouldn't be easily seen in and took out his copy of the Daily Prophet.
He got the date and began to scan through the articles quickly before quickly shoving the paper to the side as he noticed the waitress approach with his food.
She was a cute young thing with a polite smile plastered on her face. There was a time when Sirius may have tried flirting with her when she dropped the basket of fried food off, but Sirius was not in the mood. He had a rat to kill.
Sirius ate and thought. It was late December eleven years after he was sentenced to Azkaban. Harry would be in his second year.
Harry would be in his second year.
Sirius paused eating for a moment as that thought sunk in.
If he was right about who that woman was, then Harry was likely in danger.
The Dark Lord was not known for his mercy and had tried to kill Harry as a baby. There was no reason to assume he wouldn't try again now that he was back.
Sirius began to slowly return to eating his meal as he thought about things. He ended up in prison because he went off half-cocked, so he needed to be more careful if he was going to protect Harry.
If he remembered correctly, Harry would likely have ended up at his aunt's place considering what Bellatrix did to the Longbottoms and his own incarceration. Even if that was the case though, it was winter. There was a good chance Harry was staying at Hogwarts for the Winter Break.
Sirius finished his meal, stuffed the newspaper into his pocket, and left the store before finding an alley he could use to apparate back to the Black Estate. Sirius would need to prepare to see his godson, though he would have to remain hidden, but first he would need to properly clean up and feel human again, even if just momentarily.
Sirius trimmed his facial hair into what he thought was a rather roguish Van Dyke and managed to get his hair combed out enough to trim it down to a length he liked. The gaunt cheeks of barely being fed for a decade did nothing to help Sirius's looks, but he thought he at least looked presentable if anyone did recognize him.
With that, Sirius laid in a decent bed for the first time in a decade and passed out.
The next day saw him traveling to Hogsmeade Village and slipping into the Shrieking Shack to take the secret passage to Hogwarts under the Whomping Willow and at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
It was nearing mid day by the time the first students came out to the snow covered grounds to play.
There was no mistaking Harry. He was the spitting image of his father Sirius was watching from. He seemed to be good friends with a gaggle of red headed children. There was only one family Sirius was familiar with that many kids and that shade of hair.
Sirius wagged his tail at seeing Harry had to be in Gryffindor for him to be friends with the Weasleys. There was also a blonde boy and two blonde girls that were with them. Sirius briefly thought the older two may be twins considering they appeared to be about the same age, but the hair wasn't the same shade of blonde. The two girls had much closer blonde hair to each other than to the boy, so Sirius made the assumption the girls were sisters and the boy was just an unrelated blonde boy. Along with the group were two other, larger boys. Large compared to Harry and the group his age, the older Weasley boys were significantly taller than the rest.
It did Sirius's heart good to see his godson was so popular to have a large group of friends.
That was how Sirius spent most of his days for the next month. Going to Hogwarts to watch over Harry and his friends and look out for Pettigrew and any Death Eaters before going to Muggle London to have a hearty meal and returning to the Black Estate to read the news.
It was shortly after the breakout was reported that Sirius noticed the presence of dementors around Hogsmeade and the edges of Hogwarts's lands. Sirius was able to easily slip by the dementors, particularly in the emotionally simpler dog form.
Sirius still hadn't seen any signs of Pettigrew or the Death Eaters in the nearly full month he had been free as he wandered Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley as a dog nor on Hogwarts ground. Students returned and there was a tension in the air Sirius could feel. One that temporarily broke one Saturday morning as seemingly the entire school headed down to the Quidditch pitch. Slytherin vs Ravenclaw.
Serius took a spot near the stands the Gryffindor students sat in, keeping an eye on Harry while getting a good view of the match.
The two teams were off, though Sirius only paid as much attention to who was on each team to keep up with the commentary as he did not know who the kids were, though he was familiar with the family members of several of the Slytherin players.
Sirius's tail wagged as he listened to the commentary as the kid doing it was good. Quick with action reports and making fast paced quips and color commentary as the fast paced game went on. It was fun. Sirius remembered what being happy was like.
And then it began to get cold and a midday fog began to set in. Sirius moved closer to the stands and whimpered as he began to curl up. The dementors had come.
Looking up into the stands, Sirius was helpless as he saw his godson pass out in the stands, but his friends were there to help. Nearly all of them moved to help even as the effects of the dementors began to affect them.
All but the little blonde girl.
She stood up, a fierce determination in her body language. She looked around, though Sirius was beginning to doubt she was seeing the world as it was when she opened her mouth and said something in a commanding tone.
She continued to give what sounded like orders, though Sirius could only tell that she was speaking German, as she hopped off the stands, pulling out her wand as she charged into the crowd of dementors.
Sirius was slack jawed as he watched her attempt to stab a dementor with her wand. Even the dementors seemed confused by her actions. Her attacks did no damage, but she was ferocious in her attacks, never staying still long as she moved between the dementors, slashing at them with a wand simmering in some sort of effect.
Soon the girl was joined by the silvery forms of several Patronus chasing off the dementors. The girl began to give chase before a red stunning spell slammed into her back.
She kept moving forwards, seemingly unaware of the attempted stunning as more stunners were sent at her. Sirius would have guessed it took a full dozen before she fell slowly to her knees. She reached forwards, saying something in German before finally falling to the ground.
Sirius recognized her as one of Harry's friends from the winter break and was overcome by the feeling that Harry had made a very wise decision being a friend of hers because he would hate to get on her bad side.
Sirius chose to retreat back to the Shrieking Shack before returning to London where he found a sweets shop to get some chocolate. A bar for himself, then a bar for Harry. Then, with another moment's thought, he got a couple extra bars for Harry to share with his friend.
Sirius would need to find an owl to send the muggle chocolates to Harry and his friend, but when he got back to the Black Estate, he wrote a quick note to attach to the chocolates.
"Saw you and your blonde girlfriend had strong reactions to dementors. Just in case they come back."
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Chapter Footnote: If Sirius is a dog, how can he tell what hair color different people have? Well, it is because he isn't always color blind. He knew people with a variety of hair colors and got an idea of what those look like while a dog. There are certain colors that can trip him up though when he makes assumptions about certain things.
1. Grey and blonde can be mixed up easily, so someone young with grey or silver hair he would think is blonde.
2. Dyed hair like green, pink, and purple would really mess with him. Depending on shade, he could think they are red or some shade of brunette. A particularly dark one may even look basically black to him.
He is assuming these kids have normal shades of hair and haven't gone grey yet and making the best guess he can. He happens to be right, but he was making a leap of assumption.
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Wait, so someone shot the girl trying to fight the Dementors in the back? In the open, with a thousand people looking on? And Sirius doesn't care?
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I think it was more that Tanya got a bad reaction with the dementors and was in a berserk state having a flashback to the war. The stuns was her friends getting her to stop trying to stab the dementors.Wait, so someone shot the girl trying to fight the Dementors in the back? In the open, with a thousand people looking on? And Sirius doesn't care?
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Yes. Because she was running toward the soul sucking monsters and trying to throw hands with them. She was stunned for her own safety, much like how one might tackle someone trying to jump in front of a train.Wait, so someone shot the girl trying to fight the Dementors in the back? In the open, with a thousand people looking on? And Sirius doesn't care?
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I am pretty sure she wasn't trying to fight the Dementors, but instead fighting whatever she was being made to see by them. Just because it was currently aimed their way doesn't mean that won't change.Wait, so someone shot the girl trying to fight the Dementors in the back? In the open, with a thousand people looking on? And Sirius doesn't care?
Also what zecorezecron said.
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If she's trying to stab them with her wand, then she's in melee range. Stunned within melee range of a dementor = quick soul snack. Still seems like a terrible idea to me, but maybe I'm not entirely clear on the exact situation.
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If a pun, funny tho.
Emancipated: freed, generally from slavery
Emaciated: starved and thin
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Good thing she was talking in German, or the Empires version of it. Can't imagine it being easy to explain things if she was giving orders in English about killing enemy soldiers.
She was stunned after the Dementors were scared off and she tried to chase them, the Patroni around her would have kept her safe from getting kissed.
She was stunned after the Dementors were scared off and she tried to chase them, the Patroni around her would have kept her safe from getting kissed.
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it is a horrifically terrible idea. But there was also a bunch of patroni in the area.
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That's assuming the language she was speaking was close enough to HP world's German to be mutually comprehensible, and that Tanya was shouting comprehensible sentences while literally frothing at the mouth.
I don't think either of those is a safe bet, both together pretty much guarantee no one knows what she was shouting.