Author's Note –

I'm sorry if this story contains spoilers for the seventh book. Only one of the characters is my creation, Delilah Housings, which sounds like a girl who actually would be in Hogwarts.

So, in short, beware of spoilers and enjoy this chapter.

"Yes, mum! No, mum! Yes! Okay, mum! Mother, I'm trying to leave the house!" He yelled into the ominous black door way. Sirius Black, along with his broom and letter wrote to him by Delilah Housings, set off towards the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. He would enter from the wizard's side of the portal. Not as hard to be caught.

Sirius re-read the letter for what seemed like the umpteenth time. He felt as though he knew every word off by heart. Delilah wanted to meet him in the Leaky Cauldron to talk about something they should do after they left Hogwarts. This was their final year in the place they had called home for what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only seven years.

So, off Sirius zoomed on him broom. He wanted to know, right know, what Delilah wanted. Was it something to do with after they left Hogwarts? He wasn't really sure, but he would soon find out.

On the way to the Leaky Cauldron, he stopped into Flourish and Blotts to get a book on Muggle Transportation. He really only wanted it for the motorcycle part, but, 'eh? Who really cared?

As he left the book shop, Sirius noticed an odd number of people going towards the Leaky Cauldron. What's going on? Is Delilah okay?, he wondered.

"Excuse me! What's going on here?" He asked. No one answered him. No one, but a loud scream of "Padfoot!" from a girl.

"Delilah! I – What's going on here?" Sirius questioned Delilah, his arms around the girl's torso.

Her bright gold eyes stared at Sirius's pale face. "The Death Eaters came to the Leaky Cauldron. They started sending hexes and jinxes everywhere. Avada Kedavra and a couple of Crucios almost hit me." She showed him a piece of her long, spiky auburn hair that hard tarnished to a dark, burnt color. "I'm going to have to change my hair color to something that'll blend in with it."

"Yeah, I keep forgetting that you're a metamorphmagus." Sirius laughed.

"Oh, do you now? Or is old age starting to catch up on you?" She teased, rubbing her hand through his dark, black hair. "See? Grey hair! You're getting old!" She laughed, and pulled him into the tavern. "I got a room rented out. And, there's a surprise up there for you."

"Really? Wow. Is it a motorcycle?" Sirius asked, eyes blazing with joy.

"Nope! Even better!" Delilah said. She was used to these Muggle outbursts of Sirius. But, then again, who wasn't?

"Padfoot, my good fellow! It's been ages!" Said a voice, familiar to both the two young teens.

"There you are! Sirius, I know it's been a long time since we all gathered in the same room, but the Ministry's been sorting through our mail again. Why can't they just get it through they're thick skulls that we're just a bunch of children with insane nicknames. We're not in league with . . . Him." Remus explained before Sirius could yell.

"Fine. Actually, it's been a while since I've used the name Padfoot. Let's see, now. If my memory isn't going fuzzy," He stared at Delilah, "Then James is Prongs, Lily is Suncrest, Remus is Moony, Peter is Wormtail and Delilah . . . Delilah is Silver-Fang." Sirius recited all the names, making sure to pause at Delilah's alias just to support the fact that he was indeed getting older.

It all started seven years ago, when they all sat in the same cabin on the Hogwarts Express. Well, everyone except Lily. She sat with Serverus Snape. Or, as the group would call him, Snivellus. They all discussed what houses they wanted to be in. James, pretending to fight with an invisible sword, stated he wanted to be in Gryffindor. Sirius had said how everyone in his family was a Slytherin. Delilah, who at that time was a lost cause, was persuaded to try and be in Gryffindor seeing as she stopped a little girl from being bullied by a group of older students. Yeah, as if Delilah would be able to stand up to some sixth years. Her knowledge of spells that had accumulated at an early age had already started to show. She used Stupefy and a spell her mother had made, Meridecrius, which would make bars of soap appear in the victim's mouth, and couldn't be removed until a counter-spell was launched. James and Sirius had a great laugh at this. They were all hoping that they would all be in the same house. James; because he had found two new friends. Sirius; he wanted to break the Slytherin tradition of the Blacks. Delilah; for reasons known only to herself.

At the Sorting Hat ceremony, Sirius was the first to be sorted out of the trio. Sirius was certainly glad that he wasn't in Slytherin. He wouldn't have to suffer being in a different house than his new friends, because soon after they were all declared Gryffindors. Lily, Remus and Peter were all in Gryffindor, too. The only odd-ball was Serverus. He was in Slytherin.

"I can't believe this is our last year together in Hogwarts." Said Lily, her eyes about to overflow with tears.

"Not possibly. We'll still hang around with each other, no matter what happens. Right, Sirius? I may live in Godric's Hallow, but I'll still make sure to visit you. And I'm sure that Lily, Remus, Peter and James won't mind someone visiting them every once in a while."

Everyone nodded at this remark. And, it was true. Except for that fact that Delilah would visit Sirius. Sirius was planning on moving in with her at the end of their seventh year. Delilah had lived alone since she was in her third year, and she was getting lonely. Sirius didn't mind, and his parent's didn't care what he did. James was also in Godric's Hallow, so Sirius would still have some friends.

"It's getting late. I'm going to bed." Said Sirius, for once being the first to fall asleep.

"How about we follow that example? James and Lily, you two don't mind sharing a bed? Remus can have the couch, and Peter can find the softest piece of floor." Delilah said, making everyone laugh.

"Oh, come on! That's not fair!" Whined Peter, pouting.

"Give the werewolf some luxury!" Laughed James.

"Yeah, he might bite us in our sleep!" Cried Lily.

"That and Peter Pettigrew is a mouse!" Muttered Sirius in his sleep.

"I thought you said you were asleep!" Scoffed Remus

"I am. Don't bother me." Mumbled Sirius, once again falling asleep.

And soon, Room 204 in the Leaky Cauldron fell quiet at last.