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Sirius couldn't believe his situation. It was bad enough that he spent twelve years As a prisoner in Azkaban. Now, he's a prisoner inside his own head.
<Relax, I have no intention of hurting you,> the Yeerk said.
<You force your way into my head, and you say you don't want to hurt me?> Sirius asked.
<I am Wavot 450,> Wavot said. <I am with the Yeerk Peace Movement. We don't believe in taking hosts by force.>
<I don't care who you are, or who you're affiliated with,> Sirius said. <Get out of my head!>
<I don't want to hurt you,> Wavot said. <I'm just as much of an unwilling participant as you are.> Sirius couldn't believe what was happening to him. After finally reuniting with his godson, Harry Potter, he was lured by Remus, or rather, who he thought wad Remus, into some sort of cave. There, two strange beings with blades on their arms grabbed him and shoved his head into some pool and he felt something slide into his ear. Next thing Sirius knew, he was horrified to find out that he could no longer control his own body, and there was a strange being in his head.
<Get out, get out, get out!> Sirius screamed, trying as hard as he can just to move even a little bit of his body. Suddenly, Wavot moved Sirius out of the Yeerk Pool and onto his new motorbike. Next thing Sirius knew, he can move his own body, again.
<...What?> Sirius could only ask.
<I'll only control your body when we're around other Yeerks,> Wavot said. <Any other time, I'll let you be in control.>
<...You're letting me be in control? Just like that?> Sirius asked in disbelief.
<Yes, Wavot said simply. <This is your body, after all. It is your right to do with it as you see fit.> Sirius revved up his motorbike and drove away. <If I may make a suggestion,> Wavot said. <There's this group I'd like us to see.>
<Who are they?> Sirius asked.
<They are called the Animorphs,> Wavot said simply.