#but sirius’ dogs are adorable and very well behaved

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Peter probably wouldn’t have a pet, but, if he did, he’d get a gecko or something small and unassuming, I think.

James would own a dog— a husky, probably, something he can have fun and workout with.

Remus would have a cat, probably a stray with some kind of disability he could just sit with and read with some tea (and water, for the kitten).

Sirius would definitely get a massive dog, a rescue, I’d say. Some kind of huge, scary mutt (like Padfoot) with a bad history, maybe of violence or acting out due to abuse.

[fademirrored]

minor headcanons: critters: beta world state

Darrick Tabris:

The mabari: Clegane miraculously makes it out of Ostagar in one piece, follows Darrick across hill and dale, and decides 'this is mine.' It's a mutual decision. There were a lot of different types of mabari at Ostagar, and Clegane is a working variety, which means he's essentially a Bernese Mountain Dog with tiny ears and a nubbly little tail. A big boofer. He adores Dare, pleasantly tolerates Dare's friends, is politely disdainful of most other people, and will go straight for the throat as soon as Dare gives the signal. He lives a respectable 11 years and dies in his sleep on the road while Dare is looking for a cure to the Calling. Afterwards, Dare cries harder than he has since being told his mother isn't coming home as a child.

The wolf: Admittedly, Fang is less a pet and more of a coworker. Darrick frees her from a trap and feeds her at camp. She starts trailing the party for a few days, accepting whatever food is thrown to her, and dives in to help when shrieks attack the camp. If she is hurt, she lets Dare tend to her. If Dare is knocked down, she protects him, and she checks on him if he is hurt. If it's particularly cold, she'll come into the tent. She does not snuggle. She only barely tolerates being pet on rare occasions, and only by Dare. She tends to stay out of arm's reach at the closest.

The horse: After Awakening, while Darrick is in Tevinter trying (and failing) to track down the elves from his alienage who Loghain sold into slavery, he acquires Belle. She's a small, strawberry roan Arabian, or whatever the Thedosian equivalent is, and she is Spicy. Darrick steals her. He doesn't know who he steals her from; he didn't check. That detail was unimportant.

Rigel Hawke:

The first mule: A trader passing through Lothering had a cart drawn by a blatantly neglected draft mule mare, and Rigel disapproved. So he stole her, and kept her hidden until the trader eventually gave up looking for her and left in a huff, sans most of his stuff. Her name was Jenny, and she and Rigel would do errands around Lothering for people. Unfortunately, she did not make it out of Lothering during the Blight.

The mabari: Sirius is a derp, but a very well-behaved derp. He's primarily a sort of dingy white with a light blue-gray mask and saddle markings, and mismatched eyes; one blue and one amber. Most of his girth is side to side, instead of top to bottom. He's short for a mabari, but Beefy. He's very polite and very well trained. While he does live for a rather impressive 13 years, that still means he passes of old age towards the tail end of Act II.

The second mule: After dealing with the Inquisition and being sent to Weisshaupt to explain what was going on with the Wardens, Hawke buys another mule for a pittance on his way north. She's very pretty, and Hawke suspects she was an accident involving some nobleman's prized horse. Rigel calls her Cassie, and while she's a bit bitey at first, she warms up to him pretty quickly.

Oleander Trevelyan:

The dracolisk: Citrine is a hunter-shade dracolisk. She's primarily sort of beige-y orange with dark brown spots and red-brown points, and despite the fact that she has a face that only Olly could love, she is a sweetheart. This poses some problems, considering she is the size of a draft horse and made of knives and gravel. She is convinced she's a lap dog. She wants to snuggle. Unfortunately, she is not an easily snuggled shape or size.

The falcon: Verity is Oleander's falcon from back in Ostwick. Considering he stays on good terms with his family, it's not a hassle to get him brought to Skyhold after the events of Inquisition. While Olly does go hunting with Verity himself, he also lets the Inquisition's falconers borrow him if they need to.

[engie-ivy]

“And while he was sitting in my lap, Padfoot was such a bad boy,” Remus continues. “He kept licking my neck. But with Padfoot being so cute, I don’t even mind having his wet tongue all over me!”

A dog named Padfoot. A very amused James, a very frustrated Sirius, and a very oblivious Remus.

Silly, short drabble!

Moony and the Padfoots

“I love Padfoot so much,” Remus sighs. “I just want to have him in my lap all day!”

Sirius tries to keep his face neutral, but James looks far too amused to not have noticed his discomfort.

It had seemed funny at the time. Dorcas and Marlene have adopted a dog, a little puppy. Since Remus and Sirius are both known to be huge dog lovers, the girls asked them to be their dog sitters, and it had been great, really. Sirius discovered that the only thing he loved more than playing with an adorably cute puppy, was watching an equally adorably cute Remus play with an adorably cute puppy. The problem was, however, that Dorcas and Marlene had the hilarious idea to name their dog Padfoot, and what had indeed seemed like a good laugh at the time, was starting to become a real problem.

“But he’s so energetic!” Remus chuckles fondly. “Like Padfoot would be willing to sit in my lap all day, just so I can smother him with cuddles and kisses!”

“Depends on which one,” James says, sounding casual, but with a devious glint in his eyes. “I think one might be a lot more willing than the other.”

Sirius glares at James, cursing him and cursing him knowing about his hopeless crush on Remus. Although James still refuses to agree on the hopeless part.

Luckily, Remus is so enraptured in telling James all about their first day as dog sitters that he doesn’t seem to have heard his comment.

“And while he was sitting in my lap, Padfoot was such a bad boy,” Remus continues. “He kept licking my neck. But with Padfoot being so cute, I don’t even mind having his wet tongue all over me!”

“Do you hear that, Padfoot?” James smirks. “That’s good to know, innit?”

Sirius glares daggers at James.

“I tried to get him to behave,” Remus sighs. “But Padfoot seems more interested in licking my face than listening to a word I say!”

“Ah, yes,” James sighs wistfully. “I figured that out years ago.”

Remus gives him a puzzled look, but then just shakes his head. “Anyway, next time when Padfoot is a good boy, I I’ll give him a stick to play with-”

James opens his mouth to speak, but Sirius jumps to his feet and clasps his hands together before he can say anything. “Alright, Prongs, we should go. Monty and Effie won’t like us being late for Sunday dinner.”

James gets to his feet, the smirk still in his face, though.

“Hold up,” Remus says, also getting up. “What’s going on? You’ve both been acting off. You’re making weird comments, Prongs, and Padfoot, you’ve barely said a word!”

“I’ll see you at mum and dad’s,” James says, before disapparating out of the flat with a loud crack.

“Well?” Remus crosses his arms over his chest and frowns at Sirius, looking utterly adorable when angry.

Sirius gives up and groans. “Merlin, Moony. You need to start calling that dog by a different name.”

Remus only looks more confused. “Why?” He blinks.

“Because,” Sirius says exasperated. “I’ve been dealing with my hopeless pining after you quite well, I believe, but if you’re constantly talking about how you want Padfoot to sit in your lap and lick your face, I’m gonna lose it!”

“Oh,” Remus says. Then his eyes widen. “Oh!”

Sirius feels his face grow hot thinking about what he said. So many years of keeping it in, and now this.

“I’m sorry, the Potters probably wondering what’s keeping me.” At least Sirius hopes James hasn’t informed them. “We... We’ll talk later.” Sirius quickly disapparates, thinking it best to give Remus some time to let his words sink in, though deep down he’d rather obliviate them from his memory.

Sirius and James have dinner at Monty and Effie’s every Sunday, for old times’ sake, even now James has bought a house with Lily and Sirius has been living in his flat with Remus as his roommate. This Sunday, Sirius is quite absent, but luckily no one decides to comment on it. James even manages to keep the smirk off his face.

When Sirius returns to the flat, he slumps down on the couch and closes his eyes to mentally prepare himself for the upcoming confrontation. He hears Remus come out of his room and sit down on the armchair in front of him. He vaguely wonders if Remus would let him get away with pretending their last conversation never happened, when Remus clears his throat.

“Padfoot,” he says in a light voice. “D’you wanna come sit on my lap and lick my face?”

Sirius blinks his eyes open and glances around the room, before looking at Remus. “The...” He swallows. “The dog isn’t here.”

There’s a playful smile on Remus’ lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes when he answers. “I know.”

[alindakb]

Letters to my Parents - 26 November 1994 - by Alinda

26 November 1994

Dear Mr and Mrs Potter,

I’m writing to you because Harry can’t use his arm right now. As you might know, he had to perform the first task of the TriWizard tournament today. I’ve complained to Professor Snape about it all, told him it was too dangerous. Only that didn’t make any difference. Harry still had to face a dragon today. I was just glad he managed to grasp the summoning charm last night. We were up to two in the morning to practice. The only thing I was worried about was the fact that Harry had to summon his Firebolt from the dungeons. What if it couldn’t find a way out and to the Dragon enclosure.

Well, off course I was worried about nothing. Your son is amazing and very talented if he sets his mind to it. So the Firebolt came racing towards him only minutes after he summoned it. That didn’t stop him from getting hurt though. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious. He’s hurt his shoulder a little. Madam Pomfrey premised me that it will heal in no time at all. He might already feel better by this evening, but it should all be fine once classes start again on Monday.

We were both very nervous this morning. I was glad it was a Saturday because I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate during classes. And neither would Harry. He was so absent. And his hands kept shaking. It took him forever to braid my hair. We spend the morning just lounging on a sofa in the Slytherin common room. Harry practised the summoning charm some more, upsetting Daphne in the process when he summoned her nail file from right under her nose. That will teach her for being so distant lately. Just because Blaise is an idiot and thinks Harry put his own name in that Goblet. I know Daphne knows Blaise from before Hogwarts and that they are friends. But she and Greg are also supposed to be Harry’s friends, and they’ve let him down.

Harry tells me to stop complaining about Blaise, Greg and Daphne and tell you what happened during the first task. He’s forgiven them all now that they want to be his friend again. He says I should do the same. Maybe he’s right but that doesn’t change the fact that they all behaved like

Okay, back to the dragons before Harry threatens me with more than to never suck me off again. Or decides to execute this threat, which would be a shame because he’s good at it. And now he’s turning all red in the face because I just told his parents that he’s good at sucking my dick. He’s so adorable like that. Just let me kiss him quickly and then I will tell you all about what happened during the tournament.

We went down for lunch around one. Harry didn’t want to, but we had already skipped breakfast and I was getting hungry. And I thought that Harry needed some food inside him before the task. So I made sure he eat some toast and had some orange juice. Normally he drinks like a hundred cups of that stuff a day, but today he struggled with just the one glass.

Professor Snape came to fetch Harry when he’d just finished his toast. I stood up with him, but Professor Snape said I had to stay and that I could see him again after the task. So I had no choice but to sit back down and continue my lunch without Harry. Harry gave me a quick kiss and told me he would be okay. I tried to smile at him and give him confidence, only I was way too nervous myself. He’s saying now that it did him good to know that I was worried about him and that I’m an amazing boyfriend.

It felt like it took forever before we could go to the enclosure to go watch the first tasks. Hermione and I walked down together and we found a spot to sit where we had a good view of the arena. Harry told me he was stuck in a tent with the other champions and that he felt sick all the time. It was horrible for him to wait in the tent and hear all the noise and not know what was happening. Oh, and he wants me to tell you that Mr Bagman pulled him aside to ask him if he was feeling alright and if he could help him. He wanted him to cheat if we’re honest. And that man calls himself a sportsman. It’s a disgrace.

Cedric was the first one to go. He transformed a rock into a dog. He was trying to distract the Swedish Short-Snout, and he almost got away with it, but the dragon turned on him in the end and he burned his face. After Cedric Miss Fleur had to battle her dragon, a Common Welsh Green. She enchanted it to sleep but the dragon still burned her with one of his snores during his sleep. Krum was third. He faced a Chinese Fireball. He used the Conjunctivitis Curse to blind the dragon. It worked for getting the egg, but Hagrid got upset when the dragon smashed half of her real eggs because she was stumbling around.

And then it was finally time for Harry. He had to face a Hungarian Horntail. She looked furious and I was sure she would kill Harry. I was so proud of him that he raised his wand and shouted the charm. He stayed calm while he waited. The crowd went crazy when the Firebolt stopped right in front of him. And then he showed off his amazing flying skills. Harry says that when he was in the air the task turned into just another Quidditch match and the dragon was just a player of the opposite team. All good and well for him, he didn’t have to watch the love of his life fly around a dragon and getting hurt in the process. During one of his tricks, the dragon’s tail smashed into his shoulder and I think I might have broken Hermione’s hand that I was holding. She said it was fine but I’m not sure.

It was amazing to see how Harry tricked the dragon into getting into the air to give Harry the change to grab the egg. He’s really beautiful when he flies, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. And the smile he had on his face when he got the egg. I just wanted to kiss him right then and there. Harry was pushed into the first aid tent by Professor Snape and I didn’t hesitate for one second before I was up and running towards the tent. Professor Snape smiled at me when I rushed in and found Madam Pomfrey cleaning Harry’s wound. Once she was done I took Harry in my arms and kissed him properly. I was so proud of him, he was amazing and got higher scores than all the others.

Harry wants me to tell you that he was really happy to see Blaise all hot and bothered when Karkaroff only gave Harry four points (out of ten). Blaise was shouting that he was a lousy, biased, gay basher. It made Harry smile to see our friend stick up for him like that. It was the end of this stupid thing that was going on between us all. At least for Harry and the others. I’m not that easy to forgive them all just yet for ignoring me and Harry this last month. Harry is just happy that Blaise, Greg and Daphne finally believe that he didn’t put his name in that goblet.

Harry is tied in first place together with Krum now. For the second task, he has to solve the clue of the golden egg. He hasn’t opened it yet because right now he just wants to celebrate that he survived facing a dragon and that he got to tell Rita Seeker off. Seeker asked him for a quick word and Harry responded: ‘Yeah, you can have a word, goodbye.’ And then he just marched back to the castle without looking back. Blaise, Greg and I just laughed and then hurried to catch up with Harry. And now we’re all hanging out in our dorm room. Tonight we’ll have a party to celebrate Harry’s win. The older years are organising it. Harry has invited Hermione, Ron and Neville to come. I don’t think everyone will be happy about this, but they are Harry’s friends and the party is in his honour, so I don’t think anyone will say anything about it.

I have to round it up now. Harry still needs me to write a letter for Sirius to tell him he survived and that he’s fine (except for his shoulder that’s still healing) Which is already doing much better if I have to believe Harry’s words. And once it is, I need to find a way to congratulate Harry on his win that is a little more than he will get from anyone else. And I love how his cheeks are turning red next to me.

Goodbye for now,

Draco Malfoy and Harry James Potter.

[deathlyhogwarts]

Drooling like a dog (Sirius Black x Reader)

Requested by @xm0th: Here’s A request! Sirius x Reader! The Reader is friends with the Marauders and Is very close with Them, While Sirius is Head over heels for the reader. The reader finds the boys with a black dog (they don’t know abt the werewolf stuff) and just asks if this is their dog and just gives Sirius belly rubs, kisses and etc, and someone nicknames him a  ridiculously generic dog name since she knows of their nickname. The boys are aware of Sirius liking the reader and kinda tease him abt it

A/n: he isn’t really a dog in the gif... but i feel like it resembles a bit with the request. also imagine a sequel where he tells y/n he is a dog. like imagine the joy. ah. i might write that sequel.

Part 2

Masterlist

“I just simply don’t understand why they won’t let students bring dogs to the school!” you said exasperated, throwing your hands up in frustration and slamming them on the dining table, making the plates do a little jump. You were arguing — that was merely an exaggeration, the one who was red faced and consumed by this was only you — with James Potter as to why Hogwarts wouldn’t allow certain animals as your pets. Of course, your mind was only thinking about Quincey, your dog from home, who you missed very much. “They let toads in here, those stink!”

“And dogs don’t?” James argued, raising one thick eyebrow and sipping from his glass of water. “Blimey, Y/N, I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss about it. You spend time with your dog every summer, plus holidays.” He shrugged, as if that was enough. But he didn’t know how it was like. You loved your dog, he wasn’t just some pet, he was your friend above all. “Besides, Sirius behaves like a dog most of the time, you might as well count him as a one.” He smirked knowingly at Sirius across the table, who choked on his food at his words.

You rolled your eyes at them and looked at the rest of the boys at the table. “Remus, can you help me a bit here?” You looked pleadingly at the scarred boy, who you liked best out of all of them. Well, second best but you would never admit who was the first. Remus was always the one with more logic out of all of them, mostly because he actually tried to watch every situation from afar, not letting his or others biased opinion get in the way. That was, at least, what you thought until now.

 “Sorry, Y/N, but I do have to agree with Prongs here.” He gave you an apologetic look. “Dogs would be too much to take care of, they need constant attention and care, which would be distracting from your education. Also, they do smell a bit.”

“Sounds just like Sirius, am I right?” James added.

You sighed, almost ready to surrender — almost. You turned to Sirius, who had been awfully quiet this morning, and who was cutting his scrambled eggs with such force that you imagined he was thinking of cutting James. “What do you think, Sirius?” you asked softly. He stopped cutting and just stood, staring at his plate, before he turned to look at you, his expression unreadable. “Could you defend a girl in need?” You batted your eyelashes, hoping at least he would agree with you. But, by the looks of it, his eyes were confused and you thought he hadn’t been paying attention at all; either that, or he was just a good actor.

He shrugged. “C’mon guys, being—I mean, having,” he paused, looking horrified for a second, but it vanished quickly. “Having a dog isn’t that bad. They are actually quite friendly.” He looked at you again with adoration as if thanking you for defending the dogs. You thought you imagined it, so you quickly averted your gaze.

Smiling triumphantly at the other guys, even though Peter didn’t feel the need to enter the conversation, you said, “See? Thank you, Sirius, it’s nice to know someone here has common sense.” They said nothing in return, but they all had mischievous smirks on their faces.

Later that day you had an hour before lunch to spend however you liked and you, being bored as you were, decided to go to the castle grounds and look for the Marauders, as they were not in the Gryffindor tower. Having arrived outside, you scan the area with your eyes, until they land on a familiar group of boys near a tree. They were with their backs turned to you, all of them seemed to be very focused on something.

You made your way towards them and just when you were about to reach them, James looked over his shoulder and smirked at the sight of you. He turned his gaze back to whatever they were looking at and then all of them were staring at you. "Hey, guys, what's up? What's got you all... focused like that?" you said and sat down next to them. "James, you don't even pay that much attention in cla—" you trailed off as they all turned to face you, finally revealing what got their attention earlier. Your eyes widened as before you stood a black dog, its tail waggling rapidly and its tongue hanging outside if his mouth, looking at you like it was expecting you to pet him. You gasped. "Oh my God! A dog, a freaking dog!" You practically lunged yourself at it, scratching it behind its ears and talking in a baby voice.

The guys laughed and mumbled something, but you weren't paying attention to them. "Is this why you were arguing with me earlier? So I wouldn't expect a dog in here?" You finally looked at them, still petting the dog. "Because if it is—"

"Oh, no, we still believe dogs shouldn't be allowed in the school," James said.

"Then who is this? And what's he doing here?" you asked them confused, then turned back to the dog and kissed his nose. The dog made a sound that sounded a lot like a whimper and looked... embarrassed? A dog looking embarrassed?

The boys shared a look and then Remus said, "Er, Hagrid brought him here, he found him in the woods. He'll take him to a shelter in London soon, though."

You pouted and hugged the dog. "But why? Can't he just keep him? I mean, look how cute it is." At that James smirked and Remus shrugged.

"But it does smell a bit, doesn't it?" Prongs asked, the smirk still planted on his face. The dog barked.

You merely rolled your eyes. "What's his name? Oh, what's your name, pretty dog, yes, you, you're such a good boy," you cooed at the dog.

"Ss... Snuffles?" James said, looking unsure of himself. The dog barked again, but this time sounded more like a laugh. That reminded you of someone.

"Where's Sirius, by the way? He would love to see this handsome dog." You kissed Snuffles on his cheek and in exchange he licked you on the face. As you didn't hear any answer, you looked up and saw them looking at you very amused, and, once again, smirking. "Well?" You raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

Remus coughed. "He got caught up with some business."

"Oh." You immediately looked away, knowing that 'business' meant that he was probably snogging some girl in a broom closet somewhere in the castle. "Who is it this time?" you asked, trying not to sound hurt and swallow the lump in your throat.

Remus frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, who's the girl he's with now?" You tried to mask the bitterness in your voice with a forced laugh and you only hoped it didn't sound as fake as you thought it did.

"No, Y/N, that's—" but he couldn't finish his sentence as the dork started to bark uncontrollably at you. You forced a smile and pat him on the head.

"Well, I suppose it's time to eat, you better get Snuffles to Hagrid then," you said as you got up and started walking towards the castle.

"Merlin, she really is oblivious, isn't she?" James said when he was sure you couldn't hear him.

"Tell me about it." Sirius was now back in his human form, looking at you sadly as you walked your way towards the castle.

[rxgulusxarcturus-blog]

a roman companion

It took three full years. Three years of begging, of trying to trade in good behaviors, of remarking on how well behaved other dogs were. They promised to take care of it, to train it to do all sorts of tricks that would impress company. Seven fights, two attempts to run away, and three long years later, and finally a border collie showed up one Christmas Morning.

She was beautiful. Purebred, as any animal they owned must be. Perfect black circles across her eyes contrasted the white stripe down her nose. Her eyes a bright, clear blue. She learned her name quickly – Vesta. Another star in the Black sky. At eight and nine years old, the Black boys were ecstatic. They spent every waking moment with their girl and fought every night over who she got to sleep with. Walburga made it very clear - the dog was not allowed in their beds. But the floor nearby, where if they stretched hard enough they could just reach her, they each wanted her close enough to touch.

Sirius and Regulus made good on their promise. Hours of training left her incredibly well trained and extremely eager to please. It was clear, however, that through time and bonding, she preferred on boy over the other. Regulus wanted nothing more than for Vesta to adore him as much as he adored her, but every night she would creep into Sirius’ room and wait patiently for him to wake.

She waited outside the bathroom while he showered, she laid behind his chair at every meal. When they played outside, Vesta would only chase Sirius around the backyard. Regulus grew more and more weary of having to fight for her affection as he resigned himself to being second best.

When Sirius left for school, Regulus spent days trying to reconnect with her. Treats, bones, hours of petting and playing. He hoped that with Sirius gone, Vesta would need someone new to love. But she was as patient as she was loyal, and she simply waited until he returned for his first break home. Regulus thought Walburga was going to flay the dog alive for her loud yips and excitement when the now-slightly-taller Sirius walked through the door, but neither Sirius nor Regulus cares. Sirius was ecstatic to see her, and Regulus knew he should give up once and for all.

Twice Sirius fought to bring Vesta back to school with him, and twice he lost. Personally Regulus was glad for his parents’ decision - he didn’t think he could handle watching the dog he so loved follow Sirius around the school as well as home. Sometimes he felt bitter about the lack of affection, but mostly he was just sad. Vesta was supposed to be both their dog, and yet she only had eyes for the brighter star.

The night Sirius left she spent four solid hours staring at the door. Her tucked tail only moved once, when a cat outside knocked over a trashcan. She stared and stared, waiting for the doorknob to turn and reveal the pale face she so desperately wanted. But he would not return. By the next morning, Regulus was sick of seeing her sad face staring at the door and he yelled at her to move.

–“He’s never coming back, you idiot! You may as well stop waiting! He abandoned us both and he doesn’t even care! Get away from the door!”

[nibimatatabi]

Only Human

Word Count: 2972 Summary: Set roughly around/between PoA & GoF, Cassandra notices a dog digging around in her trash can. Leo is a weird dog, and not even actually a dog. Mostly a cathartic exercise for her, plus I already told @hogwarts-junkie about this thought when I was washing my dog, so I might as well write it. Warning: Rated T for teen due to heavy language.

“That is not a dog, that is a Grim,” Lucile is sipping coffee in Cassandra’s living room. She’s looking out the window at something. The other woman isn’t distraught, just amused. “And it keeps coming back?” Cassandra is pulling turkey out of her fridge.

“Yep, comes back like clockwork to dig in my trash can. Wait, don’t go anywhere, watch this,” Cassandra pushes Sebastian back - the cat is well over twenty years old and still going strong; Cassandra has long since admitted that ‘cat’ is just what he resembles - and then swings open the door. “Dog! Heads up! I have turkey this time!” She launches the meat cuts out the door, as near the sidewalk as she can throw (and boy has this girl learned to throw and hit hard since leaving Hogwarts; one does not trifle with the should-have-been-Black woman). The canine has dropped down, hiding behind the trash can, caught, but when he sees the food he lunges forward, gobbling it down quickly. “Poor thing is skin and bone,” Cassandra shuts the door - and then locks it for good measure.

“You afraid of Black looking you up?” Lucile asks in that wary I-should-know-better-than-to-ask voice that Cassandra knows too well.

“Sirius isn’t dangerous,” she’s back in the kitchen, and her married friend is rolling her eyes. “He isn’t. Sirius was a lot of things, and none of them - not a one - said he was a murderer. He would have DIED rather than give up James. James was more his brother than Regulus,” she slams her palms against the table, frustrated. She’s almost in tears again.

“That’s not what-”

“The minister is a goddamned liar, Lucy. I might not have been with Sirius that long, but I knew his brother damned well and if Regulus would have never done that, then don’t look at me and try to claim that Sirius would have,” Lucile leans back against the window sill, looking out.

“Grim’s gone.”

“Don’t call him that. He’s not a Grim.”

“Then what is he?”

“A dog.”

Three days later, Cassandra stepped outside with her coffee, enjoying the morning before it was too hot to be outdoors. There was the dog again, standing on his hind legs, in her trash. It was empty today, though - there was nothing for him to find. Cassandra clicked her tongue once, and then whistled. “C’mere boy,” she called, as if the dog would actually come. He jerked backwards, falling from the trash can in an ungraceful flailing of limbs. “Come on, sweetheart, you’re okay,” Cassandra cooed, sitting on her front step. She was in a tank top and striped pajama pants, fuzzy slippers, and her shoulder length hair was in a sloppy bun. The words ‘hot mess’ were what could easiest be used to describe Cassandra before she got ready to go to St. Mungos. Today she worked an evening shift, which gave her the morning to kill.

“Come on, puppy dog. I’ve got food in the house, but I’m not getting it if you won’t come here,” the dog crept around the trash can, low to the ground. She couldn’t tell if he was really black, or if he was a dark gray that was just grimy. “Come here sweet pea,” he was creeping toward her, tail down, watching her. His ears were up, alert, and as he drew closer Cassandra was suddenly aware of just how large the dog was. “Oh...my...” he was skinny and underweight, but the dog was almost as big as a white tail deer at the shoulder. “Sweet baby, come here,” she collected herself quickly, reaching a hand out slowly from her cup. No fear. Never show fear.

The dog bumped her head the same way Sebastian did, head against her palm. Cassandra exhaled, not having realized she was holding her breath. “Hi there, baby dog,” she murmured, scratching his head, moving her hand down his neck. No collar. She didn’t expect one, but she had tried to be hopeful. “Can I stand up? You aren’t going to run, right? Come on, come inside with me,” Cassandra convinced the dog to enter her house, and was stunned that he wiped his paws on the doormat outside. “Someone loved you once, didn’t they, boy?” She shut the door, and from the couch Sebastian was suddenly standing, staring at the dog. “Sebastian,” Cassandra’s voice was warning. He meowed, loudly, and then hissed once. The dog was just staring at him. “Leave the cat alone, buddy,” Cassandra moved between the two. Sebastian had sat down. Sebastian meowed again, but this time without the hostility. “Come on, puppy, upstairs. You need a bath.”

The canine didn’t even have to be dragged up the stairs. He went willingly, wagging his tail slightly as Cassandra praised him for being so good. She let him into the bathroom and shut the door, going to change into shorts and a different tank top to wash him in. When she went into the bathroom, the dog was sitting in a tub of water. “I’m sorry what?” She hadn’t filled the tub. The dog lifted a paw and pawed at the faucets until he got one on, and then back off. Totally possible. “Are you one of those failed service dogs?” She ventured after a moment, grabbing her shampoo bottle. The canine whined at her, looking up at her with soft gray eyes.

Cassandra was rubbing shampoo into the dog’s coat and had to stop. “You have blue eyes,” she stated, blinking, trying to find blue. They were gray. Gray like storm clouds, warmer than ice and soft enough that her chest felt like it was being squeezed. “They’re gray,” she whispered, and for a moment she felt her world collapsing around her again, felt as if her life were being shattered all over again. And then she inhaled sharply and shook her head. “Dog with gray eyes. What a strange thing,” she laughed, forced herself to laugh, and kept washing her new found companion.

It took an hour and a half to full bathe the dog, so that his fur was free of grime, and he wasn’t matted up. Cassandra toweled him off, surprised at how still he was. “You were so loved, baby, what happened?” She asked, sitting down on the tile and drying his face. He lowered his head, bumping into her shoulder. “Sweet baby,” she considered possible names for him while she sat there, petting his shoulder and he rested his giant hulking head on her shoulder. She thought of the constellations she knew - Sirius, Orion, Regulus, Arcturus, Canopus, Polaris, Vega, Altair - and dropped her forehead against the dog’s chest. “Nope, none of those, not in this lifetime or the next,” she muttered. “Leo? Leo. I like Leo,” it was the constellation with Regulus. Of course she liked Leo.

The dog whined at her, lifting a massive paw into her lap. “What, do you not like your name?” She asked, bringing her head up and coming eye to eye with the dog. “Good God in heaven you are such a large dog,” and his eyes were the same uncanny intelligence of Sebastian’s, perhaps more so.

When she left for work, she warned Sebastian to behave. “You leave Leo alone. And Leo, do not chase that cat.”

Cassandra found that she adored her hulking canine. She bought him a nice collar and leash, and took him for walks. He balked whenever Cassandra got near Grimmauld Place, and the woman had to drag the canine past twelve. And then one day the dog was gone. She came home from work and her dog was just gone. She scoured the neighborhoods in both directions, but nothing. No dog, no one had seen a dog, what dog?

Cassandra had, in the years since Walburga’s demise (hallelujah, praise the Lord) taken to stopping in and checking on Kreacher. She hated that he was alone in the big house, but he wouldn’t leave it. So, after ensuring her dog was flat out gone, she made one of her bimonthly stops at the Black residence. It was not Kreacher that opened the door. “Are you fucking serious?”

"Last I checked, yes,” the lopsided grin, shaggy black hair, soft gray eyes. Cassandra wanted to punch him in the nose.

“When were you going to tell me that you-” words, so many words, silenced by Sirius shaking his head, and then something farther inside shrieking.

“Great. You woke Mother.”

“Good! I have a few words for that insufferable bitch that Kreacher hasn’t let me say.”

“Wait, how do you-” but Cassandra had shoved past Sirius, and murder was in her eyes.

“Listen here you stupid woman! You are DEAD do you understand? I have no patience for you!” Kreacher was watching, wide eyed, as the muggleborn laid into the portrait. “You don’t have a clue who I am and you want to know why?! Because your son was in love with me and didn’t want you to run me off! Oh nonono, not Sirius! No, no no, no I mean Regulus you wicked evil witch. I mean your little pride and joy the one who joined the Death Eaters to please Mummy and Daddy, the cousins, and their twisted sense of righteousness - don’t you even give me that offended look you HAG,” literal years of pent up rage spewed from Cassandra until she’d had enough of the woman shouting back at her - mudblood, insolent little girl, how dare you enter the noble house of Black - and snatched the curtains shut with violence radiating in her little body.

When she whipped around, Sirius was sagged against the wall, staring at her, looking exhausted from listening. “I’m sorry, Sirius,” she lowered her eyes. “I’ve had a lot to say to that woman since I was seventeen and never got the chance.”

“Safer to just scream at her painting,” Sirius mumbled, seeming unable to collect himself. Cassandra wanted to help him, she really did, but following the screaming match with Walburga - oh it was cathartic - she didn’t know how. Instead she knelt down in front of Kreacher, smiling at the house elf.

“I’m sorry for yelling at your mistress, Kreacher. But the way she treated Sirius and Regulus wasn’t right, and I’ve held that in for a very long time now,” she swallowed the lump in her throat. Kreacher regarded her carefully for a moment before he nodded.

“Would Miss Delacroix like some tea, then?” Sirius blinked from where he was, watching the two.

“Miss Delacroix? You call me all kinds of foul names and SHE gets Miss Delacroix, pleasant as can be?”

“Tea would be lovely, Kreacher; for both of us.”

“Of course Miss Delacroix,” Kreacher scurried off, leaving Sirius fuming.

“Why?! You’re muggleborn! You’re as bad as I am!”

“Did you miss the conversation I had with your mother? No, no no wait, let me try this a different way. Did you miss the part where after we broke up your brother developed an interest in me?” She had always known she would lie to Sirius about that. Lie like the dog she was trying to find. “Look, Sirius, stop. After that framed hellion died, Kreacher was alone. I’ve known where this house is since I was seventeen. I wasn’t going to leave him - Regulus died because Voldemort was willing to leave Kreacher to die. Your brother-”

“Was soft and an idiot and died because of Voldemort!”

“No he didn’t! He died trying to undermine him!” They had moved to the dining room, and Sirius had cast a silencing charm to prevent his mother from being awoken again by their snapping and snarling.

“How would you know? Where were you then when he was trying to be all noble and heroic, hmm? If you loved my brother then why weren’t you with him?!” Cassandra wasn’t near Sirius, but she still recoiled as if he had hit her. Tears rose into her eyes, hot and unbidden.

“He wouldn’t let me. He said it wasn’t safe. He said Kreacher would show him where to go, and Kreacher could get him out and then he DIED Sirius! I BEGGED HIM to not leave me!” She wished she were yelling, wanted to still be yelling, but she was choking out the words in a far softer voice than she had wanted to. She sat down in the nearest chair, leaning forward and hiding her face in her hands. She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t speak. Something whined a few moments later, and then bumped into her leg. She reached out, expecting Sirius to be sitting beside her, and instead her fingers curled into fur. Dog? Dog.

When the tears were done, the dog - Leo, yep, gray eyes - left the room, and Sirius came back. “You done yet?” His own eyes looked like he had been crying. Cassandra nodded.

“You have a dog.”

“Ah, yeah.”

“Gray eyes.”

“Mhm.”

“What’s his name?”

“Snuffles.”

“Looks like a dog that was dumpster diving at my house. I call him Leo.” Sirius narrowed his eyes on her for a moment, as if trying to frame that. “Better than calling him, say, Orion,” Sirius flinched at that. “Can we be done yelling?” She asked after the silence spread out between them. Kreacher came in with the tea cups, handing one to Cassandra and then taking the other to Sirius.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can be, Cassie,” her eyes were on her cup and they jerked up for a moment. Sirius sounded defeated. She dropped her eyes back to her cup, sipping her tea.

Silence.

“How exactly did you know where this was?” Sirius finally ventured, sitting beside her. She glanced over at him, and when gray met blue her heart dropped. The wrong gray. Too warm. Too naturally soft.

“Regulus. We went to Paris, that summer,” she swallowed, fought back more tears.

“And not once did you think to say something.”

“He firmly believed you didn’t care about him, Sirius. There wasn’t a thing I could say or do,” she spoke into her teacup.

“No, not about that. You didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me anything about him, what was going on with him,” Sirius’s voice was accusatory. Cassandra wanted the dog back. The dog was nice, and comforting, and didn’t make her feel like she was a terrible excuse for a human being.

“What was I supposed to say, Sirius? Oh hey so when I started dating your brother I found out he was a Death Eater? No wait - I knew your brother was a Death Eater before we started dating, let alone before I started dating him, and I didn’t say a Goddamned thing to anyone because my first thought was ‘oh my fucking God they’ve hurt this boy if I tell anyone what else might happen to him?’ Because I can see that going really well. Honestly, I can see Slughorn going to Dumbledor, and then what? Azkaban that’s what,” she was frustrated - it was a circular conversation with a man she hadn’t seen in years, and... “How did you get out of Azkaban?!” She rounded on Sirius suddenly, light blue eyes alight with confusion and near panic. “You couldn’t have done that to James I know that good and well so what-”

“Shh. Stop. Breath,” Sirius held up a hand. He wasn’t emotionally, physically, or mentally capable of dealing with this. He put his teacup down, leaning forward to the woman who had left him for his idiot brother. Her eyes were flickering across his face, and he knew that it was concern there, not fear, not distrust, just worry and concern. “You’re right. I didn’t betray Lily and James. I would have never. Harry is my Godson. I should have...if I wouldn’t have chased Pettigrew that vial filthy RAT-” Sirius stopped himself. Took a deep breath. “I didn’t get a trial, you know. They just assumed I was like the rest of my family,” bitter, he was so very bitter. Cassandra leaned away instinctively. One too many Black meltdowns will leave a woman a little gun shy. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Look I just screamed at my could-have-been-mother-in-law and discovered you alive and well. You’re not going to surprise me much more,” Sirius smirked - oh good God that had been taken as a challenge. He stood up, stepped away from her, and untied his robe. “Sirius Black-” she started, becoming furious in a heartbeat. Right up til Leo/Snuffles was sitting there, wagging his tail, looking at her innocently. “Kreacher! This is just tea, right?”

“Yes Miss Delacroix, only tea, why does Miss Delacroix ask?”

“Uh...dog. Sirius. Sirius dog. Turned into dog,” the word ‘animagus’ didn’t even come to mind until the dog grabbed the robe and dragged it to a more hidden spot. And then Sirius was coming back around, tying his robe back on.

“Animagus.”

“Alright, yep, that about does it. Come here. Just, yeah, right down here,” Sirius leaned down, looking her right in the eye. Cassandra punched him in the chest. “Mark it off my bucket list, sleeping with both of the Black’s,” she stated as Sirius picked himself up. “I’m sorry,” she added as he rubbed his chest.

“Where did you learn to hit?”

“Oh somewhere between ‘boyfriend’s dead’ and ‘Voldemort’s dead’ you know, cover all my bases,” Cassandra was studying her nails - she’d chipped her manicure at some point.

The silence rolled out again. Finally Sirius broke it, being Sirius. “I know you’re upset, Cassie, but I can’t leave here except as a dog...”

“I’ll adopt you, Padfoot, so long as you keep pretending hard to not look at me when I change clothes.”

“Oh thank you Cassie,” utter relief in his voice.

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Sirius Orion Black | Character Sheet

Basics

Blood status? Pureblood but proudly wears the title of Blood Traitor  How did their magic first manifest itself? At a very young age, his mother would try and feed him terrible food and the spoons would go flying from her hand.  Is their extended family composed entirely of magical blood? Yes, grossly so.  What are their parents’ jobs? His mother’s job is to be the bane of Sirius’s existence and his father was some sort of ministry man but Sirius didn’t really ever care  Wand characteristics? Fairly stubborn if anyone else tried to use it, but extremely powerful in the hands of Sirius  How long did it take a wand to choose them? It took four wands until he was properly matched If they were to attend a magical school besides Hogwarts, which would they choose? The furthest one from home 

Diagon Alley

wand: ( wood, length, core )  Aspen, 121/2 inches,   Unicorn Hair (much to his parents distaste).  chosen pet: great horned owl what was going through their mind while walking through diagon alley and selecting items? were they amazed, bewilderd, indifferent? sirius had been so excited at first but his parents told him to behave so of course he acted as if he didn’t care 

The Sorting Hat

which house were they sorted into? gryffindor  traits displayed for the chosen house: courage and recklessness  did they want/expect to be sorted into that house? sirius didn’t expect to be sorted into anything but slytherin but he was glad not to be sorted into slytherin what was the sorting process like? it was longer than he expected. the sorting hat nearly called out slytherin until he really did take a good look into who sirius was. after that it was a quick choice of gryffindor 

Hogwarts

Which House were they sorted into and how did they feel during the sorting? gryffindor and he was very glad for the change in tradition How do they feel about their common room and dormitory? sirius doesn’t talk much about it but he secretly adores it all. its more of a home than his actual home is Do they get along with the rest of their House? ...does sirius get a long with anyone?? but mostly yes Did they bring a pet? If yes, what? great horned owl  How often do they get packages from home? never (but reg sneaks him some things) Have they ever gotten a Howler? at the start of schooling yes but his parents gave up  How well do they know the school (secret passageways, shortcuts, etc)? he could find them all with his eyes closed  Which class(es) do they do best in? transfiguration, defense against the dark arts and charms  What about worst? herbology  Are they the type to gain or lose their House points? he has a record for losing the most house points in one week  Are they in any clubs? nope  Do they play on their House Quidditch team? If yes, what position? Yes, he’s one of the beaters  How good are they? Do they have any rivals on the opposing teams? Sirius is pretty damn good because he takes all his anger out on the field, anyone on slytherin is a rival  Do they earn detentions often? ..........all the damn time 

favorite courses? charms  least favorite courses? herbology  extracurriculars: ( if any ) quidditch favorite spells to use/learn: any type of jinx or hex  have they taken an interest in any of the magical creatures? werewolves ;) do they have any favorite foods? how do they feel about the endless supply of that seems to be on the table during meal times? sirius black will murder you if you take any of his potatoes he’d ONLY eat potatoes if no one stopped him. Sirius loooooves it. He’s a growing boy he eats a lot  are there any professors they find particularly interesting? any that they rather avoid? mcgonagall (but dont tell her), he avoids the fUCK out of sprout because he’s terrible in that class and slughorn because  all he talks about is how great snape is 

little extras

feelings about the muggle world? he’s always curious about learning more about it  career goals that they may be striving for: perhaps an auror but he’s not worried about the future (yet) what was their feelings upon receiving their Hogwarts letter? wasn’t shocked 

Bonus

What does their Patronus look like? Black Dog  Talk about a memory they’d use to conjure it: Making the map with the boys, it was one of the most exciting and riveting time of his life  What does Amortentia smell like to them?  mrs.potter’s perfume with a hint of broomstick polish, the unmistakable scent of the woods trying to be masked by chocolate and then a strong whiff of pomegranates  Talk about a memory they’d use to conjure it: the first scent is how the potter’s house smells (more specifically james and Euphemia), next is of course how remus smells  ( and he was embarrassed by it for awhile) and for the longest time he had no idea where the pomegranates came from but later found out it was mary  Can they see thestrals? no  What is their favorite flavor of Every Flavor Beans? blueberry and candyfloss If the Triwizard Tournament was held during their time at school, would they enter? fUCK YEAH   Would they go to the Yule Ball? Who would they ask? he would go but he wouldn’t ask anyone  One random headcanon you have? Sirius likes when little shy first years ask him if they can braid his hair. That’s the only time anyone but himself can touch his hair. 

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