Harry Potter, Master of Death, after years of watching the world go on its self inflicted destruction, is ultimately bored and done with his original dimension.
And so he turns to another dimension and to his surprise, it's another world with an unc...
It was early in the morning (not that he could tell from his cell) when Sirius noticed a piece of paper near his foot.
He stuck his head out his cell and (not) to his surprise there were prison guards roaming around.
Did the paper come from one of the guards, it better not be another insult. They should work on them more, they're always repetitive and boring— absolutely no creativity.
Anyways—
Bending down he held the slip of paper. It had three words that made his blood freeze.
[Free. The. Dog.]
Dog? Whoever left this note here, did they know of his Animagus form: Padfoot?
He felt a bump on the back and rubbed his finger and flinched briefly when it poked him and made his blood smear on the note.
He swore under his breath before noticing the words started to change into a sentence:
[What's the password?]
He contemplated before whispering, "I...solemnly swear I'm up to no good?"
Then he felt it. A pull of his navel and he was gone.
Vanished.
***
Sirius blinked before vomiting nothing as he hardly got to eat. Where was he?
"There! I heard something!" Foot steps sounded loudly coming closer towards him, he quickly shifted into Padfoot.
"Ah Hah! A grim. Let's get 'em boys, how much can we make off this fellow." A scruffy man smirked as Padfoot barked in anger; how dare these bastards!
A grim?! He was clearly a dog!
"Stupefy!" Padfoot collapsed with a whimper.
Harry watched through his "all-seeing" portal and sighed, thisidiot!
He got captured again not even five minutes of escaping Azkaban. He got captured by animal smugglers too...
The next day at Magical Menagerie, a grim was on the windows display.
***
Padfoot growled fiercely at the fifth person that attempted to buy him, almost chomping the poor person's ass off as they attempted to run away.
Then a man, who looked an awfully alike like James stared at him through the glass display window and Padfoot stared quietly back. An intense staring contest ensued.
Padfoot swore he only blinked for a second and the man was gone.
The bell on the door rang. Padfoot looked up, it was the man.
"Lord Potter! How can I help you?!" The clerk greeted loudly.
Padfoot paused. Lord Potter? But James was...dead. And Holly should only be about 5.
"Greetings Stephen, it's my princess's birthday soon and I'm looking for a gift. And please call me Cepheus."
The clerk smiled, "of course, Cepheus. Any animal in mind?"
Harry turned and pointed at the "grim" who listening to their conversation.
"The grim in the front will do. Please ring me up, Stephen."
Stephen hesitated. "Fair warning Cepheus, he's rather aggressive towards those interested in buying him."
Cepheus gave him an odd smile. "No need to worry."
Stephen decided no to divulge anymore and rung him up then went to get Sirius (who was still in his Padfoot form).
Before Padfoot could get aggressive, Stephen remembered to ask.
"Would you like him to get neutered?"
Sirius paled and seized his growling the moment the word "neutered" was uttered.
He looked at his new "owner" and whimpered, eyes looking suspiciously moist as they begged him to refuse the offer.
Harry held in his laughter like a professional. "No need."
Sirius almost collapsed in relief.
He decides to be docile lest his "owner" decides to change his mind.
***
Holly diligently colored in her picture of her daddy and herself when the wards flared.
Her daddy was home! Getting up from her desk she ran to the parlor.
"Daddy! Daddy you're home!" She shouted excitedly as she clung onto his legs. Harry let out a deep chuckle.
"Yes. Yes." He replied fondly. He gently detached her from his legs and lifted her up into his arms.
"I bought you a birthday gift as well. Would you like to see it?" Holly noticed a large box with a bow on top and nodded shyly.
Harry patted down her unruly bangs and handed her the ribbon to tug.
Tugging she saw a black furry mass and immediately a memory of her riding a dog triggered in her memory.
"Padfoot!" She squealed loudly.
Padfoot heard the scream and went rigged and started barking happily. It was Holly! His goddaughter, Holly Potter!
***
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