Openish to Harry and co. / Weasley kids.
It was late evening, probably six or so, and Sirius was officially off-duty. Well, as off-duty as he could be, all things considered. Three days had passed since he'd been stationed in Hogsmeade. Getting out of the house came along with some serious stipulations and one guilt-inducing row with Dumbledore, but it was decidedly worth it. If he'd spent one more day in that house...
Anyway, naturally he was meant to stay in dog-form at all times, he was not, under any circumstances, to walk among the general population or enter any establishments, even in dog form. He was to stay off the grounds, lest he be recognized by someone associated with the Death Eaters (cough Snivellus). He was also not to inform Harry of his station until the trips to Hogsmeade officially began, lest the boy be tempted to sneak out and see him before he was acceptably allowed to do so.
Both of them knew that last one wasn't happening.
The second he was off, he trotted his way to an alley, made sure the coast was clear, and sent a scrawled message to his Godson.
Moony's hideout.
After sundown.
By his reckoning, the Shrieking Shack ought to be the perfect meeting place. It was still largely regarded as haunted, and Harry was unlikely to be followed, since nobody else knew how to get past the willow. Of course, there was Ron and Hermione, who were more than welcome to tag along, or anyone else he may decide to bring. He trusted Harry's judgement, even if that annoying old codger didn't.
Anyway, naturally he was meant to stay in dog-form at all times, he was not, under any circumstances, to walk among the general population or enter any establishments, even in dog form. He was to stay off the grounds, lest he be recognized by someone associated with the Death Eaters (cough Snivellus). He was also not to inform Harry of his station until the trips to Hogsmeade officially began, lest the boy be tempted to sneak out and see him before he was acceptably allowed to do so.
Both of them knew that last one wasn't happening.
The second he was off, he trotted his way to an alley, made sure the coast was clear, and sent a scrawled message to his Godson.
Moony's hideout.
After sundown.
By his reckoning, the Shrieking Shack ought to be the perfect meeting place. It was still largely regarded as haunted, and Harry was unlikely to be followed, since nobody else knew how to get past the willow. Of course, there was Ron and Hermione, who were more than welcome to tag along, or anyone else he may decide to bring. He trusted Harry's judgement, even if that annoying old codger didn't.