Author Note: Yeah! A very old idea coming to life on paper... Always a special moment ;)
Anyway, I hope you'll like this one, as much as I do writing it.
For now two chapters, just to get things started...
Enjoy!

Ps. The girl (OC) I plan on falling in love with Sirius, is of age.
Eventhough she might not have been in the books, she is in my fics'

Without You (There'd Be No Me)
A Sirius Black/OC

The Challenge.
Chapter One

Sighing loudly, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What in Merlin's beard have you gotten yourself into old man?"
The question at hand, was directed to none other than himself.
The uttered words bouncing back at him off the walls of the empty classroom.
Thus leaving an even bigger impression on him.
For a moment he allowed his body to lean back against his desk, while heaving a sigh.
Already he could feel the tension building up between his shoulder blades.
A clear sign of stress.

Surely this could not be happening.
He absentmindedly rubbed his left shoulder.
This must be how it feels to be going out of your mind, he concluded. Since when could he lose himself so completely?
That he wilfully neglected all warning signs.
He scooted a little further unto his desk, until his feet came loose of the ground. If somebody could see him now,
they probably would think he had lost it.

That sneaky bat, had set him up!

More importantly,
he had fallen for it with eyes wide open.

This definitely had not been one of his most brilliant of moves.

The more he thought about the previous event,
the more frustrated he got.
Why on Earth did he agree to it.
How had he, Sirius Black, fallen for something as obvious as this. Realisation hit him hard, as he sat there
all alone in his classroom,

There was no way out.
He had given the bat his word…

Well, perhaps there was one way.

To simply give up before the whole thing even got of the ground.
To put a stop to things before they even got started.
It would be simple and no time would be wasted on his account.
But that would mean, he would lose his precious motorcycle, that and his pride.
He was not sure which one was worse.
No, there was no way he would let 'The Snivelus' win.

Sirius Black, would not be Sirius Black, if he did not like a challenge.
He would show that greasy git once and for all, nobody in their right mind would even dare to mess with Sirius Black!
In the spur of the moment, he got to his feet, and marched towards the door.
His back and shoulders straight, his hands balled up into fists.
He let anger fuel him, push him forward.
As he reached the door though he suddenly realised, it wasn't often he had felt as determinant as he felt now.

At least something good had come from all this.
He felt somewhat alive again,
after being locked up in Azkaban for so long.

Ever since he took up the job as the new DADA teacher at Hogwarts, his old rival Snivelus Snape,
had giving him nothing but trouble.

Of course he had deserved every single bit of his wrath,
especially after what he and his friends, had done to Snivelus during their teen years.
But they were grown ups now.
Surly they could let things rest.
Forgive each other for what was done.
Let the past stay, in the past.

As soon as the thought had occurred to him,
a smile formed on his lips.
Hah, what a joke!
Snape and Him,
acting like a pair of grown ups.
When hens have teeth, that is!
In other words;
Never!

Behind him the door fell into the lock.
Causing him to stop in his tracks once more.
The hallway before him was empty.
But he knew it wouldn't be long now before the students would be arriving.
And turned Hogwarts once again into a bustling place.
But students, also meant the start of the bet….
Pretty soon Snape would introduce him to 'his own protégées'
'His own' to form into a team.
He knew what that meant though,
He was going to get the worst of the worst.
Students with no talent at all.
And in doing so, Snap would assure himself of victory.

Shaking his head, he tried to clear himself from all the daunting realisations.
He had wandered in negativity for far too long.
It was time he reached back down, deep inside him, and recovered the real Sirius again.
The person he was before he was locked away.
His younger self knew by heart,
that it ain't over until the fat lady sings.
Anything could happen…

He glanced at his pocket watch to find out the exact time.
He'd better hurry, the feast was going to start soon.

Of course, Sirius got even with his old nemeses
whenever he could.
It was after all, what he did best.
Soon followed by Snape doing something nasty to him,
and so on.

He was sure Dumbledore knew about it,
but figured the old wizard, happily turned a blind eye to it all.
He probably thought it was, playful banter from both sides.
Some kind of tradition between the two grown up wizards.

When it fact, it was an old unresolved feud.
One that would smoulder till the end of days.

Sirius could see him now, the old Headmaster.
Sitting there up in his office, behind his desk, eating liquorish by the dozen, while gloating about their misery.
Now why exactly, had he taken this job again?

He had simply been bored out of his mind at home.
Been looking for something, a hobby, a job, to keep him busy.
But after a while he continuously ran into the same problem, again and again.
No other employer wanted to take a gamble on a Ex-Azkaban convict. Even after his innocence was cleared.

So when Dumbledore had come to him, offering a teaching position, he had gladly taken it on with both hands.
Thankful, that he could finally make himself useful again.
Even better though, was the fact, that he could do so teaching something he actually had enjoyed learning about himself.
And that!
Was even a first to him.

He had never liked learning.
School on the other hand,
had been a sanctuary to him.
Far away from his abusive parents and their down right idiotic believes.
Pure bloods, who cares if you were one?
Well, they did.
Growing up with them had been hell, that was until he had turned sixteen and went to live with his best friend James Potter.
Those were the days!
He could not imaging himself being happier.

Things stopped being a constant fight.
A constant struggle, a constant rebellion.

Not long after his move,
his family had disowned him,
but he did not care.
They had stopped being a family to him years ago.

It had started, when on his first day at Hogwarts,

he was sorted in Gryffindor House.
A total disgrace to the Noble House of Black.
Who had produced many a Slytherin.
During those years he had befriended Mudbloods, Halfbloods and Purebloods alike.
He even hung out with that filthy 'contaminated' Lupin Boy.
In short,
he was not the prefect son,
they had envisioned him to be.
Unlike his younger brother Regulus.

All the money in the world would not make him change his point of view.
He had always been the odd one out.
And after all these years,
he was still damn proud to be so!

To Be Continued…