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.

He was walking peacefully along the cloudy path with not a care in the world. Nothing could harm him here in this weird kind of paradise; nothing could ever bring him pain here. Then the blackness came out of nowhere. He could not see anything, not even his hand in front of his face. A trap door it felt like opened below him and he tumbled from his haven, his security. He screamed as the air rushed from his lungs and his body shifted of its own accord into that of a dog as he fell.

Pain. Pain like nothing he had ever felt consumed him as he hit the bottom of his spiral. It literally felt as though he had been hit by a bludger and had hit the ground on his head. He felt glass shards spearing into his skin as he whined. Opening his eyes proved as a failure as the light made them feel as though they were on fire. What in the name of Merlin had he done to deserve this kind of treatment? He was safe. He was home. He was now in hell. A whine left him as he thought of his lost freedom.

"It's just a dog, no need to go into panic mode."

He knew that voice vaguely. Dog? He tried shifting and whined as his body denied him. It was no use. There was no way he would be able to protect, defend, or otherwise in this state.

"I am aware if that you idiot. Now, where the hell did it come from and why did it fall from my ceiling?"

That voice was even more familiar. It was a voice that he was always very annoyed by hearing even one syllable with. How could this be? He should not be in the material world.

"How should I know?" the other voice replied in an aggravated tone and closer than before. "The thing is hurt however. It needs medical attention."

He growled. There was no way in the seven hells that these people were going to touch him. His whole body screamed run, but he just couldn't muster even the energy to growl at the man that was now leaning over him. He flinched as the stranger touched his head.

"Well don't look at me. I have enough problems of my own to handle the last thing I need is a half dead mutt to worry about."

"That's fine. I'm sure my house elves would love a 'half dead mutt' to restore to proper health."

He could hear the disdain in the man's voice.

"Very well. You take him then. I'll have nothing else to do with him."

A door closed and he was left with the man hovering over him as he began to slowly lose what little consciousness that he did have.

"Guess it will just be me and you. Come on. Let's get you some much needed attention."

The man's voice had changed drastically and he found himself lost in darkness again as he was levitated out of the room.

The first thing that he became aware of was how sore his body felt. The second thing was how wonderfully warm his surroundings were. Taking a chance he allowed one of his eyes to open a little. Relieved they no longer burned at the light, he opened them both all the way. He was by a warm, crackling fire and he sighed in the luxury that he had but still wanted a better look at where he was at. Slowly, as pain filtered through his body, he lifted his head to have a look around. A large four poster bed was positioned not far from where he was and was covered in beautiful shades of blue and made of the same mahogany that rest of the rooms' furniture was made of. Just by the size and look of the room he was in the master bedroom of the house, or mansion, as the room seemed to be fit for. He was in the house of someone with money, and lots of it. He whined as the pain made the muscles in his neck give out and he laid it back down in the soft feathery feel of the large dog bed that he was currently in.

"You seem to be doing well. The house elves must have done a wondrous job of you."

He glanced up to find a tall blond haired man had walked through the open door of the room and growled. Really, what had he done to deserve being put in the care of the one and only Lucius Malfoy?

"Now that won't do to have you growling at everyone."

He stopped when the man actually smiled down at him. Was this truly Lucius Malfoy? It couldn't be. He had obviously fallen into a different universe and the man only looked like Malfoy.

"That will have to be remedied as soon as you are well and on your feet."

Never mind. This was the one and only Malfoy. He snorted and went to lay his head back down when he noticed the bowl that was in the aristocrats' hand. It smelled suspiciously of water.

"I imagined you would be thirsty."

The man shrugged and brought the bowl over to him. Not trusting the man he sniffed carefully at the water keeping an eye on the blond who just weirdly smiled patiently at him. Deciding that it was safe he began lapping at the water basking in the feel of the cool water against his parched throat and did not realize that his tail was betraying him as it was wagging excitedly.

"Feel better?"

Lucius went to pet him but he couldn't have that and growled on the blond. No, the bastard would not touch him, ever. The blond just sighed and sat in the chair placed by the fire.

"Where did you come from? It's pretty weird for a dog to just fall out of the sky."

He huffed and lay back in his bed. Did the man even realize that he was talking to a dog? Sure he could understand but that really wasn't the point.

"It is curious why you fell into poor Severus' chambers."

He knew he hated the other voice for a reason.

"Even more curious is you."

He glanced up at the blond who was staring down at him. It made him uncomfortable so he returned to staring at the fire. What made him so interesting? He had only just fallen from the sky. Oh, and he was supposed to be dead. Once he found who brought him back and stuck him here, he would throttle them. He glanced back at the man when he started humming as he stared at the fire as well. What the hell? Malfoy senior was acting human. The thought of him falling into a different universe ran through his mind again. He snorted in confusion looking back at the fire. The blond chuckled quietly and continued with his humming. He had no idea what had happened to him or why he was here. He was even more confused on why Malfoy was acting so damn weird. The warmth of the fire and the deep sound of the humming lured him into a somewhat peaceful sleep when he once again asked himself, what had he done to deserve this?

Well there is the first installment of Grim Return. I am not entirely sure where this one is headed. The muse just popped up and I had to write it down. Review and let me know what you think. ; )