Summary: Sirius comes back to life. Great! Only, he can't get out of his Padfoot form. Bad news. What happens when he stumbles across Harry and the Dursleys and is invited into their home? No slash! Rated for some abuse, though.

The Strangest reincarnation ever:

Chapter one:

Finding Sirius

Low howls echoed through the nighttime sky. A large black dog stumbled across the playing field, it's fur matted and greying, long yellow teeth glistening with saliva in its slackened jaw. It heard a voice in the darkness, but could not process what was being said. It howled again, only weaker this time. It felt it it's consciousness fading, it's eyelids beginning to close. It remembered what the voice had said,

You'll be sent to a place where you are sorely needed…

It slumped on the ground, darkness enveloping its mind, unaware of a silent form slowly proceeding towards it…

NYAAAAA

Harry jumped over the fence and entered the park. He walked across the field with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumped and his clothes dirty.

Sirius…

He shook his head as his thoughts began to turn towards his dead godfather again. Gone. Gone, and never coming back… never coming back…

He's gone. He won't come back, Harry…

Hermione's voice rang through his mind. Harry gritted his teeth angrily, fully aware that she was right.

Harry stopped short suddenly when a low howl came from the trees to his right. He stood stock still, staring into the darkness. Could it be…?

A large figured appeared from between two trees. It stumbled across the grass, it's large head lolling against its shoulders. The moonlight reflected on it's tangled fur.

It's a dog. "Sirius?" Harry called suddenly, not fullyrealising what he said.

The dog howled as if in pain, then slumped suddenly on the ground, it's legs twisted grotesquely around it.

Harry ran to it and bent down next to it, instinctively stroking its fur. The dog's breathing was laboured and it look very thin and old. But… it looked like Sirius. Or Padfoot at least, Harry thought. It looks like it did the first time I met him. Right after he got out of Azkaban. Harry reached an arm around its torso and gently picked him up, cradling his head like a baby with his other hand.

He's so light… but so large.

Sirius, or at least Harry thought he was Sirius, was so thin that Harry could feel his ribs as he jogged towards the gate with him, wincing every time he felt one. He carefully opened the gate and ran. And ran, and ran, and ran, until he had a heavy stitch in his side and his arms and legs ached from all the effort, until finally he reached his destination.

He carefully placed Sirius on the doorstep and rang the bell to the Dursleys home, not entirely sure how he was going to convince them to help Sirius. Harry saw the large, dark form of his Uncle through the frosted glass and braced himself as the door creaked open and Uncle Vernon's large, round face peered through the crack in the door.

"Boy!" He snapped, "You're late, Dudley's already home. You'll be locked up in the shed tonigh- oh!" He caught sight of Sirius curled up on his doorstep. He opened the door a little more as if to inspect him further.

"What is that?"

"It's a dog, Uncle Vernon." Harry said.

"I can see it's a dog," Vernon glared at him, "What is it doing here?"

"Well… I- it's hurt Uncle Vernon." Harry said hopefully, "And I was wondering if, you know, we could help it. Like take it to the vet or something."

"Take it to the vet." Vernon said as if it was the most absurd thing in the world, "What on earth would we do that for?"

"To help it, Uncle Vernon," Harry repeated, "You know, save a life and everything."

"Save a life?" Vernon cried, "The only way to save this limp old thing is to give it a good bullet in the head-"

"No!" Harry shouted, "I-I mean...what do you think, Aunt Petunia?" He asked his Aunt who had peeked her head around the kitchen door to take a look at all the commotion.

"Think about what-Oh!" She caught sight of Sirius, "What on earth happened to that poor thing?"

Thank goodness for female instincts, Harry thought, relived that Aunt Petunia might help his case.

"I found it in the park," He explained, "I thought we might help it."

Aunt Petunia bent down and carefully inspected Sirius. "I don't think he's seriously injured. He just looks a little malnourished. Maybe with some food and rest he'll get better again, but I can't be sure. We'll have to get a vet to take a look at him." She looked pointedly at Vernon.

"He's- he's very old Petunia," Vernon said, "Even if he does get better he won't have a long way to go."

"Maybe he just looks old," Harry said, knowing full well that Sirius was in his mid-thirties and not old at all, "Maybe if he get's better he won't look so bad."

"That's reasonable enough." Petunia said. Then she looked up at her husband. "Vernon?"

"I-" He looked from his wife to Harry, Harry to his wife. "Okay."

Harry grinned triumphantly.

NYAAAA

I've made a record. This chapter was just over two pages long, and if you look at my other story's that's kind of a miracle. Hurrah to me!

I picture this as a timeline for Sirius who I picture as thirty-six:

Harry is born when his parents are in their late Nineteen's, they die when they are twenty, then Sirius is taken to Azkaban. Spends twelve years in prison, escapes when he is about thirty-two/thirty-three. Spends a year on the run, thirty-four, goes to Grimmauld place, thirty-five, then in my story, when he comes back to life in the summer before Harry's sixth year, (I guess Sirius has his birthday during that time) he turns thirty-six.