Hogwarts, i am Dementor

But Cohen still hadn't said what the reason was.

"Remember to put the little outfit on Boo-Boo," Kettleburn reminded Cohen before he left. "Cover its little tail."

It was a good thing Sissoko wasn't around, otherwise Cohen felt like Sissoko would have asked Cohen to prepare clothes for it too – after all, that snake even asked Cohen for birthday presents.

Bringing Boo-Boo's doggy clothes downstairs, the swallow-tailed dog smelled its own clothes and happily spun in circles.

After Cohen put the clothes on it, Boo-Boo jumped onto the living room table and picked up the two chicken legs Kettleburn had left there – this was probably Boo-Boo's dinner.

But it didn't seem to plan on eating them itself; instead, it held them in its mouth, shook its head at Cohen, urging him to hurry up and take it outside.

"..."

Cohen looked at the slobber-covered chicken legs and respectfully backed away from Boo-Boo.

Holding the leash, Cohen left Kettleburn's house with Boo-Boo.

Students filled with curiosity wandered around everywhere, holding all sorts of interesting items they'd bought from the shops, which made Cohen walking a dog stand out among them.

"Cohen? Did you get a dog?" Parvati, who was passing by, asked Cohen curiously. "Can I pet it?"

"While it's got those chicken legs in its mouth and can't bite," Cohen said. "But it's not mine – Professor Kettleburn asked me to walk it."

"Oh, how adorable!" Parvati crouched down and happily petted Boo-Boo's head, but Boo-Boo clearly thought Parvati was trying to steal its chicken legs and started growling softly while chewing on them.

"Eep—!" Parvati yelped and quickly pulled her hand back.

Food aggression.

You could tell it really liked some stray male black dog out there.

"Should we get Harry something too—Cohen, why are you walking a dog?" Ron, who had just come out of Zonko's Joke Shop, also noticed Cohen walking the dog. "Is that Professor Kettleburn's dog?"

"Gotta walk the dog," Cohen said, holding up the leash. "You take care of getting Harry a present—"

Saying this, Cohen tossed some money to Ron.

"Are you trying to buy out Zonko's?" Ron asked exaggeratedly, his eyes wide as he stared at the few gold Galleons.

"Don't be ridiculous, this bit of money is only enough to get Harry some Dungbombs, Fizzing Whizbees, or something like that," Cohen said. "Also, buy a nicer quill and go make up with Hermione – don't let this drag on too long..."

"No way," Ron said firmly. "Her cat started it, so she should be the one to come and make up with me!"

Parvati, who had been listening curiously for a while, sighed, shook her head, and left.

"Suit yourself," Cohen said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm taking Boo-Boo to see its sweetheart. See ya later."

"See ya," Ron said, turning into Honeydukes Sweetshop by himself.

The next while was spent wandering all over the village with Boo-Boo – the dog was searching everywhere – its sense of smell was greatly affected because of the chicken legs right next to its nose, but the fact that it could resist eating the meat showed how much it loved that big black dog.

Boo-Boo finally stopped beside the Shrieking Shack. There was no entrance here – the only way in was through the secret passage under the Whomping Willow.

It went past the Shrieking Shack and came to a hidden little cave covered by vegetation.

It was only about waist-high, and even Cohen had to duck a little to get in, let alone a grown adult. The villagers probably just thought it was a dog hole, and there were indeed often dog paw prints in the muddy ground outside.

There was a stench in the cave, and Cohen covered his nose.

If someone said Sirius Black had died here, Cohen would believe them – it smelled like something had died.

"Woof woof—"

Boo-Boo, still holding the chicken legs, let out a calling "woof woof."

"Alright, alright... I know you're here..."

A weak and raspy voice came from the depths of the cave, and then, a dark figure crawled out from the back – Cohen saw this person who was filthy all over, like a crazy beggar on the street.

Sirius Black. He hadn't transformed into his black dog form in this low cave, preferring to move around on the ground – in his own territory, he still wanted to be a person.

Sirius took the two chicken legs from Boo-Boo's mouth and nonchalantly started gnawing on them.

Boo-Boo happily rolled around and showed its belly to Sirius—

"Eek..."

"Who's there!" Sirius looked towards the cave entrance alertly – he had originally thought the light from the entrance was blocked by Boo-Boo.

He was so stupid; Boo-Boo was lying on the ground with its belly up – how could it still be blocking the light from the entrance?

Someone had followed Boo-Boo in here!

In almost a matter of seconds, Black transformed into his large black dog form, dropped the half-eaten chicken legs, and suddenly lunged towards Cohen's location.

The attack was swift, and Cohen didn't see it coming—

"Repello!"

A spell shot out from the tip of Cohen's wand and hit Sirius squarely.

With a dull thud, Sirius crashed into the wall of the cave.

He transformed back into human form, groping around for his wand to retaliate—

"Oof!" Sirius's head hit the cave ceiling.

"Bushy eyebrows? Do you wizards always attack with your bodies instead of your wands?" Cohen said. "Also, I'm going to tell Harry that you and a dog—oof!"

Cohen instinctively tried to stand up straight but also bumped his head on the cave ceiling.

The two of them stood in the dim, low cave, holding their heads and looking at each other.

"Did you have to pick a dog hole for a home?" Cohen said irritably. "Your stupid den hit my head!"

"Blame me?!" Sirius was angered by this sudden complaint. "Do you think I like living in this godforsaken place?! Besides, you're the one who bumped your head – the cave didn't hit you!"

"Are you kidding me?" Cohen said indignantly. "You bloody dog-person, I'm going out there and spreading rumors that Sirius Black has fallen for a female swallow-tailed dog—"

...

"..."

"..."

After arguing back and forth for a couple of sentences, they both fell silent for a moment.

"You... why haven't you done anything yet...?" Sirius Black asked.

"Do what?" Cohen asked. "Boo-Boo's already run off, if you want to take your frustrations out, you'll have to find other dogs – though that kind of behavior would be a bit much even for an Animagus."

"I'm talking about catching an escaped convict!" Sirius was fed up with this little Dementor – he'd rather they just get on with it without saying a word, like other Dementors. "Who said anything about doing *that*?!"

The world must have completely gone mad; Dumbledore was actually allowing someone who could turn into a Dementor to attend Hogwarts, and with such a smart mouth too.

"Catch what?" Cohen asked.

"Catch an escaped convict."

"Which escaped convict?" Cohen asked.

"Me!"

"Who are you going to catch?" Cohen asked.

"..." Sirius looked at Cohen silently, no longer speaking.

"You scared me to death; I thought you were going to take me back to Azkaban," Cohen said with a long sigh. "They don't even pay the Dementors there, it's filled with the stench of capitalist corruption..."

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