"You know which rat I'm talking about, don't you?" He grinned, the bloodlust rising
back to the surface. "If you capture that rat and bring it to me, when I'm done killing it, I'll
let you eat the whole thing."
October 31st, 1993Sirius's kneazle friend appeared to be trying to hunt Wormtail—if the complaints
from the red-headed boy were anything to go by. Sirius had not seen the owner of the large
orange cat yet, but the Weasley boy was always whinging about "Hermione and her bloody
cat" going after "poor old Scabbers."
Scabbers—a twelve-year-old rat with a missing toe.
Despite not capturing Wormtail, the kneazle had become the only friend Sirius had
for the short time he remained hidden in the Forbidden Forest. Sneaking food from the
kitchens—apparently, the house-elves were more than happy to indulge in the whims of
an already fat cat—and even once, at his request, the little beast sneaked a knife from the
Great Hall which Sirius pocketed immediately. A bit more observation told him that
Ronald Weasley and his pet rat lived in Gryffindor Tower; a tower that would be mostly
empty as the third years and above headed down into Hogsmeade that weekend.
He waited as long as he could before making his way through a secret entrance near
the greenhouses where he used to go and sneak cigarettes as a teenager. Despite his large
size and it being broad daylight, no one noticed Padfoot slipping through the corridors. He
growled at the fact that the school was surrounded by dementors, the occasional Auror, an
entire staff of professors, and yet he—a supposed murderer—had slipped in completely
unnoticed. Dumbledore was pants when it came to security. It was a wonder any student
made it out of the school alive.
Padfoot's eyes widened as he took in the image of billowing black robes and greasy
black hair walking down another hallway. Out of curiosity, he followed after the greasy git,
slipping into the shadow of an alcove as he watched Snape take a smoking goblet into an
open door. A black, furry ear perked up as he listened in on the conversation inside.
Immediately catching Remus's voice, he waited for his old friend to pick up on his scent.