This is my first HP fanfiction. Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling. Her books are great, but I am not happy about the loss of dear Sirius Black. So in this A/U let us have him back! ~Belle

MY BIG BLACK DOG

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(Scene: Department of Mysteries after the battle with Voldemort at end of OoP)

"What do you mean he is gone? He's just behind that veil. Let me get him Remus!" Harry tried with all his might, tears streaming down his face as he fought against his father's last remaining friend to save his godfather.

Remus was in no better condition than Harry. The only thing that prevented him from foolishly leaping into the veil was his thought of preventing Harry from doing it. "Harry, he is gone. Sirius is gone. We have to leave now. It's time to return to the school."

Voldemort was fought and beaten again. Was the cost too high? Harry has lost his whole family to that monster. His father, mother, and god-father were all lost. It was not fair. Why did they have to be cut down by that fiend? Why did he have to ruin so many lives? Harry was now more determined than ever to rid the world of such a villain.

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(Scene: Remus Lupin's bedroom.)

Two weeks have passed since the disappearance of Sirius Black, the man who has known nothing but misery for the last 15 years. Remus Lupin has not been much better than Sirius. He was prejudiced for being a werewolf, lost his dearest friends, and traveled so often it was difficult for him to make new friends. To top it off, his dreams have been haunted.

Ever since Black's disappearance behind the veil Lupin has seen visions that his friend was alive. It was not his time. He disappeared behind the veil without dieing first. You aren't allowed to do that are you? Visions of a black dog haunt his dreams. It was only his imagination though. It was only wishful thinking that his friend lives. James did not come back, why would Sirius?

Lupin tossed and turned in his sleep. Frustrated he woke up. It will be the full moon in three days. It was his curse but the full moon was also a time of adventure when he was able to explore with his childhood friends. Those childhood friends that no longer were with him.

He walks down the hall to the kitchen. He passes the mirror in the hall way. His hair is so grey now. He looks aged beyond his days. He shakes his head and fixes a cup of coffee. He stares vacantly at the fire place. If only he could talk to his friends. If only...

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(Scene: Along a nearly deserted street in America at night)

I have been walking home after work at night all week. I've been working the evening shift at the restaurant. This is the fifth time this week I have seen that dog out there. He looks so hungry. But it is such a huge dog, I am a little intimidated. Of course, I grew up with Boxers and German- Shepherds so this dog isn't too big. I can't figure out what breed he is.

Is he watching me? No, that's ridiculous; dogs don't watch people like that. He's walking towards me. That's when I notice the limp. He is favoring his left forelimb. His ribs are protruding. I did happen to have some left-overs from the restaurant. I think he needs it more than I do.

"Come here boy." I coax the overgrown puppy. His cautious approach changed to a more gay trot when he smelled the food. "I've got something for you big fellow." I place the meat on the ground. He reaches the food. He looks up at me curious. I only smile at him. He then begins to wag his tail and happily gobbles up the food.

I watch him with interest. My roommate has been on vacation in London for the past few weeks and isn't due to return for another three. It has been rather lonely returning to the apartment after work with only my college homework to entertain myself with, which is hard since school doesn't start up for another couple of weeks. I could use a good guard dog. My father wasn't too keen on his daughter working so late and coming to an empty apartment. He loves big dogs so this is the perfect solution.

"Hey boy, would you like to come home with me? We'll get you all cleaned up and fix that leg of yours." He seems docile as he looks up at me. He has the strangest eyes. They seem so full of sorrow. He must have been through something awful to have that kind of look to him.

"Follow me big boy. Your life is about to change for the better!" He woofed at me and began to wag his tail. So I walked the rest of the way home with my big black dog. He's pretty much a mystery to me. I wonder how a dog this big was wandering the streets. Perhaps his master died and he's been a scavenger since. It doesn't matter now; he's got himself a home.

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TBC