You recently adopted a dog.

You spotted it on the street in Hogsmeade and, oh my, you felt so sorry for this dog, sitting there so sadly.

So you took the dog home. Of course, the dog struggled, but you were persistent. You washed the dog, even disinfected it from fleas, and created all the conditions so that the dog would not regret taking it off the street.

You had a great time with your tailed friend: playing, walking, and you even slept with him cuddling at night.

One day, you woke up in the middle of the night, but instead of a black dog, you could see a.... man!

He was a middle-aged man with tattoos on his body, long, disheveled curly hair, and a mustache, lying in the place of a dog and hugging you.

You started screaming so loudly that the whole of wizarding Britain must have heard, and Muggle Britain too.

– Hey, hush, dear, it's me, the dog. I'm an animagus. My name is Sirius, Hey, shh, I won't hurt you.

Sirius muttered sleepily, waking up from your scream and stroking your hair, which was disheveled from sleep, with his veiny hand.

– Shh...