“After I escaped Azkaban, I managed to hide by living as someone’s pet dog,” Sirius explained. “I feel bad for that kid,” Harry said. “He’ll think you ran away.” “Don’t worry,” Sirius reassured him. “It wasn’t a kid. It was a bloke. I think his name was John Wick.” Harry went completely still. “Sirius… what did you do?” “Nothing! I left! He’ll probably just get a new dog or something. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”