The Adventures of Padfoot

A New Adventure

This is not a music video, but I stuck in there because it is quite hilarious for the most part! I hope y'all like it! Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this chapter!
Sirius's POV
The dwarves decided to stay with us for a day in order to rest and gather more supplies, which were provided by Beorn. Beorn was also lending them some ponies to ensure they reached the forest. Early the next morning, I was surprised when Beorn woke me. He took me aside to a remote part of the house. He paced for awhile before he began to speak.
"Padfoot, you have been my companion for many long years. However, for some time now, I have been thinking that it is time that you attempt to return to your kin. If you wish, I can speak with the wizard and tell him your situation. But first, I ask if you would be willing to aid them on their quest. I sense that Azog is not working alone. It may be that there is more at stake than a mountain filled with gold, especially if the Enemy has truly returned. They will need your guidance before the end," he said. I pondered this for a while. I knew that there would be a dragon in that mountain, one much larger than what we had in my original universe. I thought about for a few minutes, and then nodded.
"Yes, I would like to help them on their quest, and you may tell Gandalf about my situation, but no one else. Although, if Gandalf can help me, I would prefer to wait until after we go through Mirkwood. If I remember correctly, it did not affect us as much because of our animal heritage," I replied. Beorn gave an approving nod.
"I shall speak to the wizard now," he said.
After our conversation, I was left to my thoughts. I hoped this would be a good idea. I did not tell Beorn, but I had been having dreams about a huge mountain filled with gold, and a lake that was on fire with a dragon circling it. I also saw great armies before the mountain, and a voice. A female voice. The voice repeated these words several times,
The Line of Durin cannot fall
The Line of Durin cannot fail
Only you can change their fate
For the Line of Durin must prevail
For the fate of all is what's at stake
The Line of Durin must conquer Fate
I had no idea what this "Line of Durin" was until yesterday. I found out that it was referring to Thorin, and his nephews Fili and Kili. I learned that they were the last of the Line of Durin, but other than that I knew little. From what the voice in my head was saying I could only assume that they were destined to die. However, I had absolutely no information on how this would happen, or even how to stop it. It was incredibly frustrating. As I lay in my nest of blankets, I was approached by Gandalf.
"May I speak with you, Padfoot?" he asked me. I guessed that he had been talking with Beorn, and immediately obeyed. We both went outside. Gandalf sighed.
"Beorn has informed me that you in quite a predicament. I will admit that I have never met anyone stuck in the body of an animal. After I speak with you, I will inform Thorin that you are also coming on the quest. Now, Beorn told me that you were in your human form before you fell through a veil, and then woke up as your, what was the word, animagus form, am I correct?" he said.
I nodded. Gandalf hummed.
"I am afraid I do not know how to change you back. There are things that I could try, but that would take a large amount of time, and something could go badly wrong. I'm afraid you will have to stay in this form for now. I will speak with my friends Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel. Perhaps they can help you. Is that acceptable?" he asked me. I nodded again. Gandalf smiled.
"Very good then! I will speak with Thorin about you accompanying us, and then we must be off soon."
I was again left alone with my thoughts. I didn't like the thought of staying in my animal form, although I was rather used to it. I wondered if I should mention the voice and the dreams, but thought better of it. It was probably a weird coincidence. I lay down outside as I watched the dwarves prepare to depart. I saw Beorn speaking with Gandalf again, and their conversation looked rather grim. Beorn had kindly prepared a pack for me, adding some human items in case I was able to change back. I would miss my friend and this place, but he was right. It was time to find my way home. I wondered if anyone I knew was even still alive. I hoped that maybe time would pass differently here. I snapped out of my thoughts as Gandalf called to me. I quickly said a heartfelt goodbye to Beorn, and then we were off, them on ponies, and myself on foot. It would be a strange experience riding a pony as a dog, even if I did have a good relationship with them. Beorn's ponies were extremely intelligent. In fact, they were more intelligent than some people that I used to know (cough Wormtail cough). I rather enjoyed the run through the wilderness, easily keeping up with ponies. I glimpsed Beorn several times, and knew he was keeping the Orcs from bothering us. We reached the forest later that afternoon. I noticed that the forest seemed to be a good deal worse than the last time I was here. I wondered if the effects would be worse as well. I could only pray that I would keep my head, and we would not go astray. I noticed that something seemed to be bothering Gandalf greatly, and was not very surprised when he decided to leave. I had a feeling that it had to do with whoever Azog was working for. If it was the Enemy, then we needed to know. I just hoped Gandalf would be careful. The dwarves hadn't paid much attention to my presence so far, but I didn't really mind. As long as they listened when it mattered, I didn't really care. Before he left, Gandalf addressed the group about the importance of not leaving the path. I was a little pleased when he told them to listen to my instincts, and gave a small bark in acknowledgement. Gandalf finally galloped away, with a final warning to stay on the path. Thorin then quickly encouraged his company to enter the forest, reminding them of their fast-approaching deadline. I was towards the front, and mostly kept my nose to the path, making sure I didn't smell anything off. Thankfully, although the air was extremely heavy, my mentality mostly remained intact. The dwarves, however, suffered greatly. Not long after we entered the forest, night fell. The night was far worse than the day, and my sensed remained on high alert. They tried to make a fire, but it attracted the largest moths I had ever seen. They were easily the size of a hand. The darkness was so oppressing that it was impossible to sleep. And when you do sleep, you are plagued by your worst nightmares. As the days dragged on, we came to a river. It looked familiar to me, but I couldn't figure out why, until I saw the boat. This was where Beorn and I had crossed over a century ago! Well, it certainly didn't look like anyone had been there since then. The boat had been left exactly the way Beorn and I had left it. I guess that was a good thing, because we didn't have to get it from the other side of the bank. The dwarves rowed across three at a time, and used a rope pulley system to pull the boat back and forth. Just as the last boat was crossing the river, which carried Dwalin and Bombur, there was a commotion. A white stag suddenly ran through the woods, jumped over the river, and then vanished. Once the chaos had settled, we realized that Bombur had fallen, and was drowning. They quickly pulled him out, and found that he was asleep. Even worse, his pack was gone. We had been running low on food, so this was a great loss. Even worse, we had to carry the huge dwarf. They managed to build a stretcher, and took turns with him. Then, we continued on the path, exhausted, but determined to keep going. As we stopped to rest that night, we finished off our rations. After another sleepless night, we kept going, starving and exhausted. Bombur had still not waken up. And then, one night, the worst happened. Well, maybe not the worst, but it felt like it at the time. We had seen lights a little ways off the path. It looked like the elves were having a party. We were starving and wanted to go beg for food, but there was also the danger of leaving the path. In the end, after much arguing, they decided to all go and check this out. I didn't want to follow them, knowing better than to leave the path, but I knew I might lose them permanently if I didn't, so I went. As it happened, as soon as the dwarves reached the light, everything suddenly went dark. You could not see your hand in front of your face. Once we finally accounted for everyone, we had to decide what to do. There was no hope of finding the path in the dark. Soon after, Bombur finally woke up. Apparently he had been dreaming of delicious food, and the description of it made the dwarves angry. Then, it happened again. A little ways away, it seemed that the elvish party had resumed. Again the dwarves tried to find them, and again the elves vanished without a trace. We found them for a third time, and this time they were more determined than ever. Unfortunately, our luck got even worse. Once the elves disappeared, we eventually found that Thorin was missing. I knew the elves must have taken him. The dwarves were in a panic until Bilbo yelled at them to calm down. They decided to rest for what was left of the night, and search for Thorin in the morning when they could see. Once morning finally came, there were no clues that revealed Thorin's location. Also, we had completely lost our way, and there was no sign of the path. I tried smelling it out, but there were a million scents, and everything was mixed up. We simply wandered through the forest, wondering if we would ever get out. I regretted letting them leave the path now, and resolved to do better in the future. And then, when we thought things could not get any worse, they did. I had been picking up a strange scent that I didn't quite recognize, and I didn't trust it at all. Something about it was very off. I growled at the dwarves several times in warning, but they were so out of it from the forest that they didn't pay me much mint. It was very frustrating. At one point, however, the scent was so strong that I knew they were close. I tried my best to warn the dwarves, and it seemed only Bilbo caught onto it. He also tried to warn them, but they didn't listen. And that led to all of us being strung upside down by spiders. They were the largest spiders I had ever seen, even rivaling the ones in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. None of us were very happy at all. The spiders had decided not to eat me yet, and save me for later. I guess that dog blood doesn't taste as good as dwarf blood. They did inject me with their poison to keep me compliant, so I couldn't do much to help. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like someone singing, taunting the spiders. It seemed to distract the spiders, and they went towards the noise. I barely resisted giving a shocked yelp as I was suddenly cut free, and fell towards the ground. I heard thuds as I realized that the dwarves were also being cut down. Thankfully, someone decided to help me out of the webs. I gave Fili a grateful lick as I went to make sure everyone was there. Everyone was present, except for Bilbo. The dwarves, thankfully, realized he was missing and tried to find him. We heard him shout from the trees, and assumed he was okay, as we pressed forwards. The spiders had come back, and we fought them with all we had. As the spiders were slowly overrunning us, a party of unexpected help arrived. It was a party of elves. They quickly killed the spiders, and proceeded to capture us. I wanted to resist, but I was exhausted and starving. I was just glad they didn't try and muzzle me. That was something I would not tolerate. They did chain me up though, and I was forced to come along. We were escorted to a rather strange kingdom. It looked like the whole thing had been carved out of a single tree. We were taken to a "King Thranduil", where the dwarves were questioned. We told them that we were looking for food because we were starving. They knew we were lying, but that's all we told them. The elves didn't seem to know what to do with me, but ended up locking me up in a cell by myself, not far from the other dwarves. Then, they fed us. I had never been so happy to see food in my life, except maybe when I escaped from Azkaban and Dol Goldur. I was beginning to wonder about my knack of getting captured and then escaping again. I don't know how long we were stuck there. It must have been weeks. I overheard Bilbo, who had somehow evaded the elves until now, tell us that he had found Thorin in a deeper part of the dungeons. I was relieved that he was okay. I knew it was my job to look after them, and so far I felt as though I was doing a poor job of it. It was ages until Bilbo finally deduced a plan to help us escape. That night, there was a feast, and most, if not all of the elves would be attending. This meant no one was around to catch us breaking out. Bilbo quickly released us from our cells, and led us down to the cellar. We met up with Thorin, who was relieved to see us. Bilbo took us to a place where a bunch of barrels were lined up. The dwarves were not sure about this plan, but Bilbo begged them to trust him. Finally, Thorin gave the command, and we climbed into the barrels. I managed to get into one on the bottom. Bilbo told us to hold our breath, pulled on a lever, and we went tumbling into the beyond freezing cold water of a river.
If I get out of this alive I'm gonna murder that hobbit, I thought.
So, that's it for the next chapter! I hope y'all enjoy it! Sorry about the abrupt ending.
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