A Grim Return

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within the books. : ( This story is purely written for mine and your enjoyment and I am receiving to money for the writing of this story.

Summary: Sirius returns from behind the veil, the only problem is that he is stuck in his dog form. It’s not that he isn’t happy to be alive again; he just wants to know why he got thrown in the hands of one Lucius Malfoy and two Severus Snape.

Warnings: This will be slash later in the story. Right now it’s lying toward Lucius/Sirius but it could change to Severus/Sirius as the story progresses. Lucius and Severus may seem to be OOC at some points but the only reason for that is because I believe that there is more to them than meets the eye and I want to play with that possibility.

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It was dark when he next woke up. The fire had dwindled down to nothing but hot embers, though was still keeping him toasty warm. Something had awakened him; now what was it? He glanced up to the bed to find Malfoy and his cousin sleeping soundly. That was something new to him. Last he had heard they were together but seeing other people. Huh. Weird, but he would have to concentrate on that later. There was someone or something outside the door in the hallway. He breathed deep and when he exhaled it came out as a low growl of warning. It wasn’t that he cared for the Malfoy’s, but he had to protect himself. The best he could anyway, and bluffing was the best he could do at the moment. The door started to open and he forced his growl to get louder even though it sent glass shards of pain tearing through his throat.

“What do you want Draco?”

His growl stopped. So, the older Malfoy was awake. Was that really the younger Malfoy? He sniffed the air. It sure didn’t smell like a teenager.

“Letting you know we were home. When did you get a dog?”

The voice definitely did not sound like that of a teenager. He snorted. This was just getting weirder and weirder. Oh, and no, Malfoy did not get a dog. He got a brought back to life man that is forced to be in the form of a dog that is currently so defenseless he couldn’t even protect his on tail.

“We can talk about that in the morning. Now go get some sleep.”

“Yes, Father.”

The door closed and he relaxed some. He heard Malfoy move from the bed and turned to watch him walk over to his bed. A growl surfaced, but he squashed it down. His throat still burned from earlier; no need to damage it further.

“You would make a good guard dog.”

The blond chuckled. The man actually chuckled. Ok, it was now official, he was in an alternate universe.

“Will you let me check your throat for you? That growl couldn’t have helped it any.”

He looked at the aristocrat suspiciously. Why was he being so nice to him? That’s right. He thought he was a nice little dog. Oh, if only he knew. He tried to growl as Malfoy tried to touch him but ended up whining out in pain instead. Just great. What next?

“Stop hurting yourself you crazy creature. Here.”

He jumped and tried to get away but only ended up causing even more pain throughout his body that caused him cry out thus hurting his throat even more. No one was trying to help him. They just wanted to kill him by pain slowly. Hold on, why could he not move?

“Sorry about that, but the house elves worked hard to heal you up. They would never let me hear it the end of it if I allowed you to hurt yourself again.”

His eyes watched carefully what the man was doing with his wand. For now he was just waving over him muttering some incantation that he couldn’t pick up. It helped the pain ease and he felt his throat ease up. He shook his head when the spell was lifted and glared at the blond. Thanks, but that still doesn’t mean that I trust you.

“Better huh?”

He nodded and laid his head down and looked at the now half gone embers. It was getting cold now. A whine left him pitifully making him wince. This night just could not get any worse. He jerked his head up as the flames shot up in the fireplace and looked over at the blond with a thankful expression as the warmth soothed his aching muscles. Laying his head back down on the pillow that his bed had, he allowed his eyes to drift back closed. Ok, the touch feels nice, but don’t get used to it blondie

“Lucius, come back to bed and let the poor thing rest. You could use it yourself you know.”

“I know.”

He sighed and watched the two get settled again just barely keeping sleep on the edge of his awareness

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He jerked awake. What the hell was that? It happened again. It was loud and sounded like the walls were being ripped apart. What in Merlin’s name were they doing? His curiosity peeked he decided that he would go and find out since no one was coming through the cracked open door. Ignoring the slight discomfort he felt at moving he stood up on very unsteady legs. Oh boy was this going to fun. Once he was sure that his legs could hold him, he stepped carefully out of the bed, once again ignoring the pain that shot through his muscles each time he forced them to move. He thought he was doing well until he took the last final step that made his muscles just give out. He yelped as he tumbled and whined as needles pierced his skin. Why did he move again? Oh yeah, the loud crashing noises. Well look where it got him. On the hard, cold floor and in more pain than he knew what to do with. The door opened and a blond head poked in. Great. Junior.

“What are you trying to do pup? Kill yourself?”

Pup? He snorted. Do I look like a pup to you? Oh, and if I was going to kill myself, I would do it in a much less painful way, let me assure you. A growl surfaced as the blond stepped closer to him then he wanted. Don’t come near me.

“Draco? Don’t threaten the poor dog. I’m sure he feels threatened enough not really being able to move that well.”

That voice. Oh that glorious voice. It was confirmed as another male walked into the room. The messy hair, the so beautiful green eyes. Harry, how I’ve missed you.

“I’m not meaning to Harry. I just heard him yell and thought I’d check up on him.”

“I know. Looks as though he likes me.”

Of course I like you. He knew his tail was wagging unchecked and he didn’t care. Get me away from here. Hold on, what are you doing here? Course, that didn’t stop his tail from wagging.

“That’s weird. Father said he didn’t take that well to others.”

Well of course not. Bloody Slytherins.

“Maybe he just doesn’t like Slytherins.”

You tell them Harry. Oh, right there. That feels good. He cursed the day when his ears became his weak spot. To have anyone scratch right there behind them and he was a puddle of mush at their feet. It was the same in is human form as well if he recalled correctly. Stupid ears.

“Sure. Let’s get him outside. I’m sure he would love that.”

“Good idea.”

He felt Harry cast the Feather Light charm on him before he was carefully picked up in the young man’s arms. How much time had he missed? This Harry was sure as hell not fifteen anymore, but it was still the Harry he so fondly called his godson. The only downside was that it seemed as though Harry did not recognize him. He sighed and settled himself as he was carried down the stairs and out the front doors. There wasn’t much that he could do about it now. He would have to wait.

“What are you two doing with him?”

He rolled his eyes. Can it Malfoy. Fresh air never hurt anyone.

“He was trying to move so we thought it would be better on him if we got him and brought him out here for some sun and air, Father.”

“That’s a wonderful idea. Some fresh air would probably do the poor thing some good.”

His cousin was just as annoying as he remembered her. Wonderful. He licked Harry’s face as he was settled down into the soft grass allowing his tail to wag uncontrolled at being outside again.

“He really seems to like you Potter.”

“Yeah, he does. I don’t understand it either Mr. Malfoy. He just took to me quickly.”

He toned them out. It wasn’t something he should do seeing as how he could learn about what time he was in, but a wondering butterfly had caught his attention. It fluttered about his head rather annoyingly. He snapped at it, but it just came back and this time landed on his ear. It twitched and it didn’t even bat its wings. He growled at the offending creature and shook his head only to have it come back and land on his other ear. Ok, this was annoying. Just go away. He shook his head again and snapped at it when it came back into range. Damn butterfly finally got the hint and left for a flower close by. He suddenly found himself longing to pounce after it but knew that his body would not let him. He whined and laid his head on the grass. Why was it taking him so long to get better? Wait, maybe he could crawl after it. It had potential. He got on his stomach and slowly crawled up to the butterfly. His body didn’t protest so much this go around for which he was glad. He laid there and watched the butterfly flutter about for the longest time; his tail swishing back and forth over the soft grass. This butterfly was his.

“Leave it alone Padfoot.”

His head shot up and his tail froze in mid wag. Slowly he turned to look at Harry who was staring at him in shock and confusion.

“Harry…”

“I don’t know. It just came out. He reminds me so much of him.”

He whined as the boy hung his head. Harry missed him and needed him. Gathering all his strength, he stood on shaky legs and began a slow walk over to his godson. He had to get over there and let him know that he was here and that he was never going to leave him again. He had only gotten halfway when his legs couldn’t hold him up anymore. Allowing himself to lay down, so he didn’t fall like he did earlier, he whined and looked at the messy haired man. Harry smiled down at him and finished the distance between them in a few short strides. He thought he could sing when the boy hugged him close and petted his head.

“If it’s ok with you Lucius, could he be named Padfoot? He does remind me a lot of my cousin, even though I’ll never understand why in the world he decided to go by the crazy nickname of his.”

He was only barely paying attention as the older Malfoy agreed; he was too busy comforting Harry who was now crying on his shoulder. He whined and nuzzled the boy. Someday he would be able to change back. He was now more determined than ever to get better. He had to; he had to let Harry know that he was back and that he was here for him, and always would be.

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