Delivery for Sirius Black

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*The dog bears a reasonable resemblance to the Grim. It’s large, with a curly tail and long black fur, a mutt with some spaniel in and a stray, by the looks of things. But it’s handsome enough, well-fed and recently bathed, even. There’s a brand-new leather collar around its neck, a leash that’s tied loosely to the doorknob of the flat.

But the dog is three-legged. Recently so. It isn’t barking or thrashing; no, it’s standing quietly and very still in the hall on its three shaking paws, panting shallowly, its dark eyes bright with pain. The wound that was once its right foreleg is starting to crust over, but only barely: there’s fresh smears of blood on the door, and on the floor of the hall. As the door opens, the dog starts to whimper.

The handsome leather collar bears a brass plate, engraved only: THIEF.*

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*Sirius takes the collar like it's a dead thing. He wants to say something about it--like it's not his fault that he's related to insane Death Eaters who like to mutilate animals--but it is his fault that she's out for his blood, and Andy has managed to avoid most of Bellatrix's anger despite their closer relationship. Sirius is only just willing to admit to himself it's more than just luck that keeps Andy off Bellatrix's mailing list.*

Right.

Thank you for coming, Ted.