Harry entered the classroom with a feeling of longing and deprivation. It had been awhile, about mid-August since Harry had experienced any touch or feeling of excitement deeper than just on skin level- the feelings he had forgotten were much more intrinsic- sinking deep into his bones.
His scar hadn't hurt much lately, and Harry didn't know if that was beneficial to his future and success as a young wizard.

Harry took his seat in the front row of the classroom with a thought running through his head, "I wonder how my beloved uncle is...".
Harry sat prepared ready for the lesson to begin...

The big shaggy dog sit just outside of the cave it slept in. This dog Sirius, he was still on the run would be for the rest of his life surely but he wished he could see his god child. He also wished he could eat a decent meal and take a good shower. He had bathed many a time in the lake but it just wasn't the same. He was excited about today however, Harry was going to Hogsmeade. He surely would find him hanging out with his friends but just being near the other made him feel better.

It was hard being alone. His paws were dirty as well as his coat but he had to look like a stray in order to get into town without suspicion. He trailed away from the cave his tail flat looking as small as possible even though he was a big dog. Soon he could a hole to crawl into and wait in the shadows and hopefully see Harry go into the pub or see him before that across the street.

Harry's class went by faster than he expected. He was excited, today he planned to go to Hogsmeade with his friends. But he still had a lot on his mind.

He couldn't help but thinking about his uncle's furry dog cock.

Time seemed to go by so slow, begging for scraps in his secluded hole waiting for the only person who meant a damn to him. He whined and someone threw him something. Not what he was going for but it was indeed better than the raw rats he had been forced to eat lately, anything cooked was heaven. He hadn't seen Harry in what seemed like ages and he couldn't help but get excited at the thought. His tail wagged back and forth and something else seemed to want to betray him.

(So are we just going off that they have already been intimate? )

(yes, we are)

Harry and his friends walked through hogsmeade, strolling down the street, when Harry saw him.

Sirius barked low hoping that Harry's friends would not see him. That way after they chilled out in the pub for a bit Harry could sneak away. His tail wagged back and forth. He tried hard to make it look as if he didn't know the other, not wanting to implicate the other as having abandoned his dog here. He rose onto his front legs putting himself in a sitting position. He could barely contain himself, control was so much harder as a dog.

Harry saw his uncles red rocket. It looked like Harry must've been holding up a new tennis ball, or a tenderloin steak. He knew he had to have it.