Black Halls

by Robinola

Black hair, dark arts, shadowed hallways. When dark days come, perhaps black halls are better than daylight. This story is now complete, unless, of course, I decide to rewrite it as a more ordinary story.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: If you don't know fan fic when you see it, you deserve the agony of suing my penniless hide. That means you, Jo Rowling, and especially Warner Bros.

Rating: In my mind, K+ means PG 13. I could be wrong.

Note: Consider this story a series of one-shots. The overarching story should evolve in your mind.

Section I:

James Potter and his best friend Sirius Black were arguing as they never had before.

"When are you going to make an honest woman of her?"

"And dishonor my family name?"

"Am I talking to my blood brother James, or my birth brother Regulus?"

"Going to turn traitor on me too, like the wolf—I suppose you're both using her too?"

"Using is the right word, Merlin knows all the attraction is on your side!"

"Go home to your dark family, Black!"

"Perhaps I will. Have fun with the rat!"

"Oh, no, I'll be having fun with Evans, as you know!"

"Don't think I won't see to it that she knows the truth about you!"

"She already knows, thank you very much!"

"Lily, fuck, he's got me under the imperius!"

"Of course, since you're such a weak-minded arse."

"If you leave, you won't see a penny from me, whore!"

"Too bad she ported out before you said that."

"Where to—tell me, Black, or I swear, as an auror, I can—"

"Do nothing, since I'm one too, in case you forgot."

"I'm searching the wolf's hovel."

Sirius Black stood in the yard alone now, wondering when everything went so wrong.