A/N: None of the characters are mine. They all belong to their creator J.K. Rowling. However the character Tia, belongs to my friend Anya. Thanks to Anya for letting me use her wonderful character.

Dear Mr. Black,
I'm afraid that the rent for your flat is over due. You failed to pay last month and asked for an extension. That extension is up and you now owe two months worth of payment. Please bring the money to my office as soon as possible otherwise you'll be facing eviction .

Samuel Blackwell, Landlord.

Sirius Black sighed and lowered the letter, placing it on the table in front of him. He was at The Three Broomsticks with James and had just read the letter allowed. "I can't believe it James." he muttered, "I just can't believe it." He looked down at the letter, the words 'you'll be facing eviction' jumping out at him. He ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes. "I don't know what happened…" he whispered. "Everything was going great, and now everything is going down hill." He opened his eyes and lifted his bottle of Butterbeer to his lips and took a long drink.

James frowned watching his friend, "I thought you inherited money from your Uncle Alphard."

Sirius nodded, "I did, and that money bought the flat, and helped pay the rent for about the first year. Now, all of a sudden things aren't going so well. The money I get from my job isn't a whole lot, its enough to keep me warm and well feed. What's left over I set aside for the rent, but it's barely enough."

James' frown deepened, "I've told you before mate, if you need any help you're more then welcome to stay with me. I have plenty of room at my place."

Sirius shook his head, "No. I won't put you out of your own house. Besides you said Lily was moving in soon and then there'd be less room. Don't worry about it James, I'll figure it out. I'll be okay."

James sighed, "What about Regulus, you said he was doing well…do you think he'd help you?"

Sirius let out a barking laugh, "Regulus? I would never go to him for help. The only reason he's doing so well is because mummy and daddy gave him more then enough to get him started. And whenever he falls into a deep hole, they all pull him out. And even if I did go to him for help what makes you think the prat would help me?"

James sighed and stood up, "I don't know Sirius, it was just a thought." He set down some money on the table, "I gotta go, don't worry this drink was on me." He offered his friend a smile, "see you later." He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and slowly made his way to the door. Sirius turned and watched him leave a small frown forming on his face.

"I can't go to Regulus. The little brat would never help me." he muttered soflty. He slowly got out of his seat and headed for the door.Or would he? He thought as he pushed the door open, heading out into the cold.