Sirius Black

The Forbidden Forest was dark and drizzling, misty and damp. Sirius had just been released from Azkaban and, by God, he was a wreck. What worried him most was his need to get to Peter Pettigrew to... well, revenge is putting it delicately.

But right now, she needed to focus on finding peace. Finding comfort and tranquility after what felt like an eternity in the closest thing to hell.

Sirius was waist-deep in the cold waters of a still river, his damp, curly hair brushing against his face. Overall, a look of bliss was reflected on his face.

Then, a twig broke off.

Sirius jumped, turning around, expecting to see something. And he did.

But it wasn't what I expected.

He was a... semi-human, stealing her clothes...

Wait... stealing her clothes? Damn!

"Hey! Hey!"

Sirius nearly spat as he struggled out of the water. Naked and soaked, he ran toward the half-human. His breathing was ragged.

"...Come back here, you...!"