Start from the Beginning.
Of innocence and Black Dogs.
The small apartment was nothing special, the wall paper blue with white pin stripes and strewn all over the floor were baby toys of all sorts. Small hands reached up as a giggling 4 year old reached up for a man with shoulder length black hair tied back in a pony tail. The man smiled down at the toddler and picked up the giggling child, a smile on his handsome face.
"Hey my little Cy-cy! Daddy can't take you with me! Sorry little mate, but I've got to check in with uncle Wormtail. You be good for Moony, you hear me?"
"Yes!" The toddler nodded, smiling as he hugged, "Padfoot before you go? Pllleeeaaasssseee???"
"I shouldn't, but alright." He said, putting the toddler down. With a sudden shift, the man's body began to change until in his place stood a huge, bear like dog. The toddler giggled in delight as the dog started to nuzzle him and small hands ran through black fur. Then things shifted again and the man from before was crouching down, arm wrapped around the toddler and he smiled, "Be good, ok? And don't give Moony a hard time."
"Yes Daddy!" The toddler said, hugging the man.
Slowly the image changed. A tall man was now playing the toddler, his brown hair wavy, showing slight hints of gray and his face had scars slashing across the nose and cheek. A soft, warm smile was on his kind face, his brown eyes glittering. The toddler giggled, his small hands wrapped around a toy car when a sudden knock was herd at the front door. The tall man stood up, frowning, "Wait here Cyrus." He said, walking up to the front door.
The toddler blinked, hearing voices in the hall way and tottered out of the living room to see an old man wearing very flamboyant robes, half moon spectacles and a crooked pointy hat on. The toddler walked over, the tall man slouched forwards, his brown hair covering his eyes while the old man's blue ones glittered with knowing sadness.
"They're dead?" The tall man's voice cracked and trembled as he asked this.
"Yes. I am sure you are aware of the situation then." The old man said, placing his hand on the tall man's shoulder, "I am sorry Remus."
"I can't believe Sirius was the spy." He muttered, raising his head and the toddler, for the first time, saw his father cry.
Cyrus Lupin-Black woke up; his cheeks wet and then sat up. He wiped his tears from his dark blue eyes and then pushed his sweat heavy hair from his forehead. He ran a hand through his dampened brown hair, sweat covering him and he sat up, leg's swinging over the side of his bed, the room shadowed in darkness and from his large window streamed in moon light from the half moon hanging in the night sky. He wiped tears from his face, the dream starting to fade from his mind, and walked over to a side table and clicked on a side lamp.
His pale face was lit up by the light coming from the small lamp and then he opened a drawer that was in the side table the lamp stood on. He pulled out a leather bound photo album and then walked over to a very comfy looking armchair. He sat down opening it to the first page, the two men from his dreams occupying all the photos, some from apparent school days. Other people occupied the photos too. A shout boy with a round belly and rat like features, his beady eyes shifty and always seemed to hide behind the bigger men around him. The other was a young man with mess hair and a wild look in his murky brown eyes that were framed by glasses. There was also a girl with long red hair, a pretty heart shaped face and had brilliant green eyes that seemed to bore into your soul.
Cyrus flipped through the album, not looking at the other people in the photos, always looking at that man with blue eyes that mirrored his own, that face that was almost identical to his own, only difference being the scarlessness of not having to turn into the a beast each full moon. Cyrus glared at the photos, all of them so happy, so perfect, and so....So fake! With a growl, Cyrus gripped the photo album and threw it hard agents his wall, moving pictures fluttering everywhere, body shaking with pure, unfathomed anger and disgust.
Tears were in his eyes as he looked at a near by news paper sitting on a dresser, on the front page a crazed man screaming at the camera with a prisoners plague in his hand, above it in bold letters, 'BLACK AT LARGE'. That was his father, the man that was haunting his dreams now, Sirius Black.
The sun was shining high in the bright blue sky, birds flaying leisurely past, just like time and life seemed too. Cyrus laid on his grassy lawn, hands under his head as he looked up at the sky, letting out a bored sigh. Only two weeks of summer holiday left and it was as boring as ever. His foster mother, whom he called Aunt Izzy, had asked him to go out and de-gnome the garden, but obviously he wasn't. The garden was not that big, the house in front of looked like a normal muggle house. Two floors, brick walls, tiled roof, the works. Around the garden was a low stone wall and beyond the wall were fields on all sides, no signs of neighbors at all. Actually the only people around for miles were Cyrus and his foster mothers.
From near by bushes that grew up the low walls, little men with potato like bodies and heads ran around, stalky limbs failing as they yelled out profound words such as 'little fuckers', 'arse wipe' or 'fucking shit monkeys'. A small smile of amusement flickered across Cyrus's face as he got up and dusted himself off.
"I might as well start de-gnoming." He muttered.
From within the bushes a dark creature crouched low to the ground, it's heavy breathing ringing in it's ears and dark blue eyes narrowed in anticipation as they followed Cyrus.
The boy picked up a rock and lobbed it at one of the gnomes, it letting out a loud grunt. Cyrus ran up to the gnome, picking it up by it's nobly ankles and started to spin around and around like a pot shot thrower. He let out a yell as he let go of the ugly creature and it went flying over the wall, screaming "YOU FUCKING ARSE LICKING BASTARD GIT!!"
Cyrus laughed hard, holding his sides as he watched the gnome hit the ground about 10 feet away and get up dizzily.
From in the bush, the creature crouched down, blue eyes narrowing as it fixed it's gaze on it's target and then leaped.
"YOU FUCKING ARSE HOLE GIT!!"
Cyrus spun around as he herd the yelling, body rigid and ready for a fight when he was faced with an interesting sight. A huge bear like dog with scrawny features and dirty fur had a gnome by the leg and was shaking it like a potato shaped rag doll. The scene felt familiar, but he shook off the feeling as he started to laugh. It was just some stray dog that wanted to play.
"Hey there boy! You wanna play huh?" Cyrus asked, grinning widely and had his hands on his knees. The dog dropped the dizzy gnome, tail wagging rapidly and let out a bark as if to say yes. Cyrus laughed and picked up the gnome at the dog's feet.
The afternoon was spent sending gnome's flying, playing around and rolling in the grass. Cyrus let out a happy sigh, laying down in the grass and looked up at the sky, the sun starting to set and lying on his stomach was the dog's head. He petted the dog, smiling, "I wonder if Aunt Izzy and Aunt Faye will let me keep you."
The dog suddenly lifted it's head off of Cyrus's stomach, blue eyes seeming to be filled with sadness, like it was torn over something. Cyrus frowned, sitting up and looking at the dog, petting it's head, "Hey...What's wrong boy?" He asked and then a squelching growling sound. "Ah! You must be starving! Come on, we're getting you food boy!" Cyrus said, getting up, motioning for the dog to follow him and then ran for the back door to his house. The dog followed after the 15 year old, perking up at the sound of food.
Cyrus opened the back door and then stuck his head into the kitchen, seeing no one in the kitchen. His aunt's must have been doing something in living room, much to his luck and he stepped into the kitchen. The dog followed behind him, Cyrus looking in the fridge for some food and found some left over chicken from the night before.
"Hey boy, want some chicken?" Cyrus asked and the dog let out a loud bark. Cyrus gasped and grabbed the dog's snout, "Shhh! My aunts will kill me for bringing in a strange dog!" Cyrus hissed and sighed, "I am talking to a dog. How stupid can I get?" He muttered and then pulled out the plate from the fridge, pulling off the plastic wrap.
The dog ran up happily when Cyrus put the plate on the floor and started to eat.
"Don't eat so fast, you'll choke." Cyrus said and then suddenly the dog slowed down. Blinking, Cyrus turned his head, "Weird...You're a very smart dog."
Cyrus sighed, watching the dog eat and gasped when he herd a chuckle at the kitchen door. He looked up with wide eyes to see a tall woman standing there, wearing a white blouse with black trousers and her blond hair fell into her sky blue eyes.
"Found a stray?" She asked, leaning on a wall.
"Aunt Izzy! I am sorry! He's a stray and he was so hungry! I couldn't let him starve!!" Cyrus yelled, standing up and the blond woman laughed.
"It's alright. I saw him this morning when pulling weeds." Izzy chuckled, walking up and petted the dog's head, "I guess if you help take care of him, we can keep him."
"R-r-really?" Cyrus asked, face lighting up and then hugged his foster mother, "Thank you so much!"
"No problem. Now first order of business, give the dog a bath. He stinks." Izzy said, sniffing the air and made a face, "He stinks."
"Fine. I will go get the shampoo and hose." Cyrus sighed and smiled, "Thank you again."
That night Cyrus tucked himself into bed, the black dog which he had named 'Snuffles' curled up at the end of his bed.
"Good night Snuffles." Cyrus said, kissing the top of the dog's head and then laid down, closing his eyes. He slowly fell asleep, chest rising and falling as he lips parted a little. Snuffles looked at Cyrus, ears flat to it's head and then it jumped off the bed soundlessly. As it did so, it's body began to change, limbs getting longer, back shifting, fur pulling back into skin, ears shrinking and tail going back into the spine.
Standing in the middle of the room stood a man wearing raged clothes, shoulder length black hair falling into dark eyes that had tears in the corner. His body looked more like a skeleton, ribs visible from his low cut shirt, tattoo's over his chest and arms and you could see in his face, the shadow of a handsome man, one who had been happy once, one who had had a family, who had love and care, but now was left his shell.
"Forgive me my son..." The man whispered, walking over to the bed, running his fingers through Cyrus's hair, nails yellowing and had dirt in them. "I have to leave you. He's at Hogwarts." The man muttered, pressing his dry, chapped lips to the boy's forehead and then stepped back, walking towards the door slowly.
Cyrus woke up the next day and looked around blinking, "Snuffles? Snuffles!?!" Cyrus yelled, getting up and then looked around. He searched through house, top to bottom, looking everywhere for Snuffles, but nothing. He couldn't find a thing! He sat down on the sofa in the living room, tears in his eyes and then looked up when Izzy walked in.
"Snuffles is gone..." Cyrus muttered and sighed, "He ran away."
"I am so sorry sweetie." Izzy said, a sad smile on her face and then hugged him, "You're book list got in. We're going to Diagon ally today, you want to get an owl or something?"
"Nah it's ok. I have a tarantula, it's alright." Cyrus said, sighing and then looked at Izzy, "School is only a week and a half away. I'll be around friends! I'll forget that silly dog soon as I get on the train."
"That's the spirit!" Izzy said, ruffling Cyrus's hair and stood up, "Go and get ready, we'll be leaving soon." She said and Cyrus nodded, heading up to the steps.
It wasn't like that dog was important was it? Just a stupid stray.
A.N. Next chapter will be bording the train. I hoped you liked this chapter and please R&R!