You, Sirius and Harry were walking together while Sirius and Harry were chatting.

'Don't know what you're complaining about, myself.' Said Sirius. "What?' said Harry incredulously. ‘Personally, I'd have welcomed a Dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. Ya think you've had it bad, at least you've been able to get out and about, stretch your legs, get into a few fights... I've been stuck inside for a month.' 'How come?' asked Harry, frowning. “Because the Ministry of Magic's still after me, and Voldemort vill know all about me being an Animagus by now, Wormtail will have told him, so my big disguise is useless. There's not much I can do for the Order of the Phoenix ... or so Dumbledore feels.' Sirius said, sadly. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.