Hi!!

This is my attempt at a MWPP fic, and it goes from 1st year to 7th, and um each chapter is a year. So that works out to be seven chapters. (Duh.) I'll start now.

Go.

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Sirius Black had spent most of his life ignored and hated by his parents. The majority of the Black family were strong believers in the importance of being pure-bloods, as they were, and they discriminated anyone Muggle or Muggle-born. Sirius, on the other hand, didn't believe in any of this crap, and so was shunned by the family. He had one relative, his cousin Andromeda, who respected him, but she made sure no one ever found out.

Sirius had just recently turned 11, and was anxiously awaiting his Hogwarts letter

He was lying on his bed, bored because he had been locked in his room again, when he heard a soft tapping on the window. He lazily looked over, and to his dismay saw a large tawny owl. He opened the window to let the bird in, and eagerly pulled the letter off it's leg.

It was his Hogwarts letter. It had come at last.

Sirius read the letter from start to finish atleast twenty times before he carefully hid it beneath his mattress, knowing quite well that if his mother found it, it would be immediately thrown into the fire.

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For once in his life, James Potter was actually wishing that summer would end. Why, you ask? The answer was simple enough. James had just recieved his Hogwarts letter, and he was eagerly awaiting the start of his first year. It was early August, the third, to be exact, so there was slightly less than a month until the start of the term. James was uncontrollably giddy, contantly thinking about all wands, spells, and most of all....all the pranks he would pull.

"Mum!" cried James, bounding down the stairs, "Can we go get my school stuff today?"

"For the 67th time, James, no! We'll go in a couple of weeks. It's far to early right now," replied Mrs. Potter.

James huffily sat down at the table, and dug into his breakfast. It was delicous--eggs, bscon, toast...yum.

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For the past few years of his life, Sirius had been puring over maps, planning his escape route, so he had no problem figuring out how to get to Diagon Alley and Kings Cross Station. He planned to go at night, when no one could possibly catch him, on his broomstick. His broom was crappy, long since discarded by his brother, but it would do the job. He would spend the rest of the summer in a hotel, as his parents wouldn't welcome him back after leaving. Then, he would simply fly to Kings Cross and be off to Hogwarts.

You would think that for an 11 year old boy to do all this, that money would be a problem, but it was quite the contrary.Again, for the past few years, Sirius would sneak money from his fathers wallet, not large amounts, only a sickle or knut at a time, but it had built up to be quite a small fortune..

It was now August 23, twenty days exactly since he got his letter. Sirius decided that tonight was the night--he would only have to stay at his hotel for a week, pretty much what he could afford, anyways. Sirius waited up in his room until midnight--surely everyone would be asleep by now. He put a spell on his trunk to make it nearly weightless (he had been practicing), attached it to his broom, and flew out into the night sky. The cool, fresh air felt soothing against his skin. Sirius checked his compass to make sure he was going the right direction (and he was), and thought to himself,

'This is the best day of my life.'

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Sirius had been staying at the "hotel" at the Leaky Cauldron for a couple days now, and today was the day, he decided, that he would buy his school things. Sirius got dressed, brushed his teeth, blah, blah, blah, grabbed his supply list and headed into Diagon Alley. First thing on his list (and most fun): wand. Sirius excitedly entered Ollivander's and waited patiently at the desk.

"Hello," said Mr. Ollivander, "And who might you be?"

"Er--Sirius. Sirius Black. It's my first year of school, and I need a wand," he said.

"Ah, of course. Follow me, then."

Thirty minutes and several broken objects later, Sirius had found his wand. Cherry wood, twelve inches, containing one werewolf hair.

"Very good for hexing," Mr. Ollivander said, with a wink.

Sirius smiled at the man and left the store.

Sirius bought his robes, cauldron and books, and was about to go by himself an owl when he ran into a boy.

"Oops, sorry!" said the boy, straightening his glasses.

The boy was about Sirius' height, with messy dark hair, piercing chocolate brown eyes, and round, silver glasses.

The boy looked at Sirius, and stuck out ihs hand.

"Hi. I'm James Potter."

Sirius shook his hand, and replied,

"Hi...I'm Sirius Black."

"Hi. This is my mum. Where's yurs?"

"I...uh...she uh...I--er... came myself, actually," said Sirius, feeling odd confiding in a stranger.

"Oh..." said James, feeling sorry for this Sirius person, "Well, do you want to come with me? I'm buying an owl!"

"Cool, me too!" said Sirius, liking James.

James and Sirius bought their owls, then Mrs. Potter bought them an ice cream at Florean's.

James and Sirius got along great...

"Your favourite team is the Wimbourne Wasps? Cool! Mine, too!" exclaimed James, excitedly.

They even starting planning their first prank...

"...good, that'll be hilarious. The wand guy--Ollivander--he said my wand was good for hexing," whispered Sirius.

"Excellent."

"What's that, boys?" asked Mrs. Potter, suspiciously.

"Nothing!" they lied, in unison.

Around four o'clock, Mrs. Potter said it was time to go, and she practically had to haul James back to the Dervish & Banges fire...they were, of course, travelling by Floo Powder.

"I'll see you on the train, then," said James, saying good-bye,"Maybe we can sit together."

"Okay...sure." said Sirius, turning to leave.

"Sirius?" asked Mrs. Potter.

"Yes?"

"You aren't staying here by yourself, are you?"

"Er--yeah...my mum probably wouldn't be too happy if I went back..."

"Oh, dear me. Well--would you like to come stay at our house?"

Sirius' eyes lit up at the prospect. Imagine, living with a friend...fun!!

"Sure!" said Sirius, happily.

And so, the friendship was born.

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I know, I know, I lied a little. But having this whole "before school" part and first year would be like a billion words....I didn't have time....oh, well.

So anyways, next chapter will be first year, and it'll be better, I promise. So please, please review this, tell me what u think, because I love reviews...so even if you hated it, tell me. I want to know. Review, revie3w, review. I think the message is clear.

Love 2 you all,

Lily.