WHERE: the deep, dark woods near Hogsmede
WHEN: shortly after this entry
Sirius couldn't stand it any longer. Being on the run was one thing, but being stuck in a house with no outside contact, no way to know what was going on with anyone, and the constant smell of thirteen cats using one litterbox (and, occasionally, his bed) was too much. He had tried, he really had, but he couldn't stand it any more.
He waited until everyone was asleep and the cats had left him alone. Then, very quietly, he eased the bedroom window open. He had tested it for lock or alarm spells earlier on and had found none. Apparently, Syd thought that the threat of being caught was enough to keep Sirius in.
I just want to go out for a while. Just to run, Sirius thought to himself. All I need is a little space.
He stuck his head out of the window to make sure that the coast was clear before dropping down into the shadows of the chilly night. Pulling his wand from his sleeve, he worked a quiet closing spell on the window. His bag and a couple of pillows were already tucked into the bed with a small animation spell on them to make it look like he was really asleep. If he was careful, the childish trick would work and he would be back before anyone bothered to check on him.
Keeping to the shadows next to the house, Sirius clutched his wand and shut his eyes. He needed to put some distance between himself and this place before he could relax.
Anywhere but here, he thought, concentrating on Apparating. Somewhere safe.
But a small voice in the back of his head couldn't help adding, Home.
With a muffled crack that was sure to go unnoticed, he disappeared, reappearing an appreciable distance away in deep forest. Seconds later, he was Padfoot, moving silently through the dark between the trees, sniffing the air.
Well, I'll be damned. This is the forest near Hogsmede. It was a stupid place to be, but it was home in a way. He knew this place, and he knew how to keep out of sight here. Being a black dog in the dead of night helped, of course.
An hour or two. That's all he would spend here. Then he'd go back, and no one would be the wiser.
Feeling happier than he had in weeks, Sirius trotted off.