"A-a seer?"
At the word "seer," Sirius Black's first thought was that it was bullshit.
How often did you run into a seer?
Besides, in his twelve years in Azkaban, what kind of lunatic ravings hadn't he heard? The madman in the next cell, who had killed three Muggles, claimed he was Merlin reincarnated.
And now this handsome young man was standing in a filthy Muggle alley, telling him he was a seer?
But once Sirius calmed down and thought about it—
That seemed like the most reasonable explanation.
Sirius Black had already made his plans. Tonight, he would take one look at Harry and make sure his godson was safe, then set off for Hogwarts.
He wasn't a young wizard. He was a wanted fugitive, so naturally, there would be no comfortable, convenient ride on the Hogwarts Express.
Just as he had swum across the sea between Azkaban's island and the mainland to escape, Sirius would have to make his way to Hogwarts on foot.
Yet in that brief encounter, the young wizard named Lucien had spotted him.
Lucien had spoken the names "Sirius Black" and "Peter Pettigrew." He knew Sirius was an Animagus, and from the sound of it, he even knew Peter's Animagus form was a rat...
Back when Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter had become Animagi, they had kept it secret.
No one else had known.
Thinking back over their brief encounter tonight, Sirius realized he had mostly come to believe the young man's claim that he was a seer.
But he still didn't know what Lucien wanted.
Sirius said nothing. His gray eyes flickered warily beneath his tangled hair, and Lucien asked in an easy tone, "After more than ten years in Azkaban, did you suddenly decide to escape because of a photograph in a