A/N: I know Sirius is dead, but I planned this fic before the fifth book came out. I've made some changes to the story to make it fit better with the fifth book. Everything will be explained in due time, however.

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The howls brought back memories of his childhood. How he'd sneak out the nights of the full moon. How he'd wait impatiently for the moon to rise. He thought fondly of the nights they roamed, the foursome. How they explored every corner of the forest during those nights, the stag, the fog, the rat – he growled a little at that – and the werewolf. The wolf came into the clearing. It was only a cub. He knew instinctively that this was no ordinary wolf. The moon was full. He approached the wolf cub.

Hello, Little One, he sent to the cub. It stilled, before turning. He followed it.

Be not afraid. The cub did not stop. Its short legs stumbled upon roots. The people who took care of this werewolf obviously knew nothing about it. How else could they let a lycanthrope run loose in a forest?

He caught up with the cub quickly.

Why do you run from me, wolf-child?

He looked into its eyes. No, those were definitely human eyes. He decided to accompany the wolf-child through the night. He knew what wolf-humans did to themselves when they were alone.

As the full moon set, giving way to the first beams of sunlight, the small wolf cub started to change into a little girl. He watched her silently. He remembered watching his other friend change back like this endless times. He had asked his other friend if it hurt. The friend had replied that it did. The young girl standing in front of him looked at him. She said nothing, just ran away. He didn't follow. He had a feeling he'd be seeing a lot of her again. The black dog turned swiftly on his heels and trotted back into the forest.