The Other Uncle (a sequel)

Another Sleepless Night

A/N: Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I got sick a couple times and then I got swamped with homework and a bunch of make up work. Then, I got major writer's block!

I hope this chapter goes okay with the last chapter. It doesn't start exactly where I left off, partly cause I had to rewrite it a few times because I kept getting stuck.

I posted a pic of Anna's fox slippers!

Padfoot laid curled next to the tree stump that he and Anna had chosen for their meeting place. His black ears were flat against his skull and his head was settled on his paws. The marauder whined impatiently.

'She should be here by now.' Thought Sirius.

Anna had told him that she would be bringing him more food that day, right after the Quidditch game. That way, everyone would be too focused on the game's outcome to notice her disappearance. Now, she was late. Hours late. He was becoming very bored and his stomach growled in protest of it's neglect.

Finally, his ear's twitched and his head shot up. He sniffed the air, which was now filled with Anna's familiar scent and the heavenly aroma of a Hogwarts feast. Padfoot licked his chops and stood up, at once changing into his human form. He smiled at his friend when he saw her, but it quickly faded.

It wasn't hard to see something had happened.

She looked...wrong to put it simply. Her skin was pale and she looked drained. The normal, witty, bold, lively Anna now looked almost comparable to a corpse. He watched her with concern as her emerald eyes darted anxiously about her surroundings, as if waiting for something to jump out of the shadows and rip out her throat. Her eyes weren't red and her cheeks were dry but he'd long ago learned the signs that she had been crying.

Red knew he had already figured out something was off, but she couldn't help but look to the ground, veiling her face with her scarlet curls. She felt ashamed, although she knew she had no reason to be. Sirius had helped her through much worse. She thought she'd be over what she had happened by now, but the more time she had to think about what she saw, the more she remembered from her little episode. Her hands shook a little as a particularly nasty nightmare came to mind and she closed her eyes tight, not sure if she could bare facing Sirius. She'd put up a brave face so everyone would let her leave he infirmary to sneak into the forbidden forest. How else would she be able to get Sirius the food he needed to survive?

The witch was jolted out of her thoughts when she felt a hand clasp her own gently. Her moss green eyes opened slowly to meet his gentle grey ones.

Sirius tugged her hand wordlessly, and she let him lead her to the stump and sat down. The basket she had taken with her sat forgotten on the ground. He kneeled beside her, keeping hold on her hand as he spoke to her in a soothing, yet solemn tone of voice, "Tell me everything."

And she did.

At first, her sentences were slow, hesitant, and unsure. But after she began the story, she couldn't seem to stop the ever flowing rush of words that spilled from her lips in a stream of sentences.

After she was done, she looked up at her friend. There was so much fury brewing underneath his stern expression, that she could've sworn she saw lighting flash in those storm grey eyes. It wasn't hard to tell what he was thinking.

Finally, he broke the silence, "I'm going to fix this, Annabelle. I promise. That rat won't get away with this." She could've sworn she heard a growl bubble in his throat. The redhead saw the wheels turning in his head. He was planning something. Which worried her. His plans tended to backfire.