"Yes, Oka-san! Sis, you ready?"
"Better believe it. I only wish Dad were here to come with us."
"You and me both. Kreacher, take care of the house and Oracle while we're gone, 'kay?"
"As you wish, Young Master."
As they headed toward the train, Sirus spotted a friend of his that he didn't expect.
"Oy! Harry! I didn't know you were starting at Hogwarts too!"
"Sirus?! You never told me you were a wizard!" answered Harry Potter.
"Yup. Me and Hotaru are starting this year. Mom had me held back a year so I wouldn't turn eleven at Hogwarts. Guess we'll be classmates this year, huh?"
"It'll be good to know there is at least ONE friendly face..."
The train sped on through the English countryside toward the mysterious Hogwarts castle. Harry and Sirus caught up with the news when a red-haired boy came in and asked if he could join.
"Wait a minute...You wouldn't happen to be related to Arther Weasly would you?" asked Sirus.
"He's my dad. How do you know him?"
"I sometimes sell potions to the Ministry for a Galleon each. You dad usually talks to me when I'm there."
"Wait...aren't you the same age as us? How can you sell potions to the Ministry if you're underage?" asked Ron.
"Simple. Mum's the Stitch Witch. She sets up the cauldron and helps me make the potions. I seriously doubt Fudge cares anyway. I make better potions than most Ministry Wizards."
The cart witch shows up and asks if they'd like anything. Harry and Sirus buy the lot. Sirus was interested in Ron's rat Scabbers. He was especially interested in Ron's so called spell which would turn it yellow. A brown haired girl walked in, also interested. (She was looking for a toad a boy named Neville lost.)
"I hate to break it to you Ron, but that's not an actual spell," said Sirus.
Hermione fixed Harry's glasses and went off to look in the other compartments. Sirus grinned and went to get his robes as Harry and Ron did the same. When they arrived at the platform, Sirus finally got to see the infamous Gamekeeper. (Infamous due to the Gamekeeper's love of dangerous animals.)
When they reached the hall, they were greeted by the professor in charge of Tranfigurations. A boy with pale blond hair came up and said, "So it's true then. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Harry's name was whispered throughout the first-years.
"Wait a minute...blond hair, crappy attitude...You're a bloody Malfoy aren't you! The two goons-in-training behind you must be Crabbe and Goyle! Crap...I didn't think you'd be coming THIS year!" growled Sirus annoyed.
"How do you know me?" asked Draco.
"Oh I know your entire family. Pure-bloods with a really crappy attitude problem. You think you're better than everyone who isn't a pure-blood. No wonder everyone thinks your father is an ass."
"Who are you?" said Draco angry.
"Sirus Black. The Stitch Witch is my mother. Of course your mother is a..."
"If you'll kindly follow me..." interrupted the Professor.
As she sat down the Sorting Hat, she unfurled a list of the first-years names. When she called them, they came up to be sorted into their houses.
"Black, Sirus!"
'Hmm...sharp mind, natural potion-master, unafraid to speak your mind...How does Slytherin sound? Your family has gone to Slytherin almost every time...'
'Thanks but no thanks! If I have to share a dorm with a Malfoy, I'll probably beat him to a pulp within a week! Send me to Gryffindor PLEASE!!!'
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
Before the hat had was even set down on his head, it yelled "Slytherin!"
"Potter, Harry!"
After an internal debate, the hat yelled "Gryffindor!"
"Weasly, Ron!"
"Ha! Another Weasly! I know just what to do with you! Gryffindor!"
"Black, Hotaru!"
'Hmm, a regular peacemaker. Shall I send you to Slytherin?'
'Ack! Anywhere but there! Send me to join my brother, please!'
"Gryffindor!"
"Granger, Hermione!"
"Gryffindor!"
When the professor put the hat away, Dumbledore made the announcements. Afterwards, everyone stuffed themselves on the delicious food.
"Caput Draconis," said Percy Weasly.
"Night Harry."
"Night, Ron, Sirus."
Sirus woke up around 6 and stretched while he got his robes on. Then he left the common room to take a run around the castle. He ended up running into Filch.
"What're you doing up so early? The doors won't open until 7! You're up to mischief, aren't you!" growled Filch.
"No sir. I always take a run before breakfast. I didn't know it was against the rules to exercise around here..." said Sirus quickly.
"It's not against the rules, Sirus," said Dumbledore.
"I think I saw the Weasly twins down the south corridor with Dungbombs, Mr. Filch. If you hurry you might catch them," said Sirus.
"What!"
"Nicely played, Mr. Black."
"Thank you, Headmaster. Actually, I DID see Peeves down there with Stink Pellets and I thought Mr. Filch would like to catch him."
After breakfast, Harry, Ron and Sirus went to transfiguration. Sirus made it there first, while Ron and Harry were late.
"How...did you...get here...so fast?" said Ron, out of breath.
"Easy. I walked. Unlike you two, I actually enjoy exercise."
After Sirus went to his first class, he ran into the twins, plotting something devious in the halls. So he did the first thing he could think of. He told them to run, as Mrs. Norris had come around the corner to see who was there.
He headed outside after the classes were over, and started working on his sword moves. Quite a few students avoided him when he had the sword out, but it also had an unexpected side effect. That night, tapping could be heard from the boy's dormitory. Harry went to look to see what was up, and jumped back with a loud yelp of shock.
"Dra...dragon! There's a black dragon outside the window!"
"You're joking," said Sirus with a laugh.
"I'm dead serious! There's a bloody dragon outside the window!"
"Let me take a look...what the...! Nightwolf, I told you to stay home!" said Sirus surprised.
"That's YOUR dragon?!" said his dormmates.
"Mom gave him to me as a birthday present when I was 7. Hotaru got a chocobo that year too."
"A what?"
"Chocobo. We call her Oracle. She SHOULD be at home right now though."
"Whatever...can you do something with that bloody dragon outside?!" gripped Ron.
"Sure..." said Sirus as he opened the window, "Nightwolf, become an amulet!"
An obsidian orb flew into the room, and settled onto Sirus' neck. A dragon choker was now around his neck. As Harry and Ron stared, they would both swear later that the eyes winked at them mischieviously. The boys woke up the next morning and went to breakfast. Several of the girls asked where Sirus got the choker.
"Can't say. Doubt you'd believe me if I said it's a real dragon."
At that, most of the girls left him alone. He finished his breakfast in peace.
OoOoOo
It was potions. Sirus' favorite subject...and Harry's least. As Harry failed to answer any of the questions Snape gave him, Sirus sighed. The questions were sooo easy!
"Professor Snape, how many mandrake roots are necessary for some one petrified?" asked Sirus, bored.
"And why would a first-year ask that?"
"My mum and her collegues won't give me the dosage for the potion. And the Ministry keeps asking for it."
"Who are you boy?"
"Sirus Black. I make and sell potions for other wizards, sir. Ask me any questions about the Polyjuice potion, or the most basic poison antidote."
As Snape began to question Sirus more harshly then Harry, he realized the boy loved potions as much as he did.
"10 points from Gryffindor."
"What!"
"Any more outbursts, Mr. Black and you'll be in detention."
Next was Charms. Hermione managed to get her feather up before Hotaru. (Which annoyed the other girl to no end.) Seamus blew up his eyebrows...and Ron still couldn't get the swish and flick motion right.
"I don't believe this...it isn't THAT hard Ron!" said Sirus exasperated.
"Give me a break Sirus!"
Three homework assignments later...
"Finished!"
"Same here bro!"
"How'd you get done so fast? Even Hermione isn't finished!" said Ron.
"Easy. One track mind," said Sirus as he thought...'And using the Shadow Clone jutsu didn't hurt either...hehe...'
"You going out for a run now bro?" asked Hotaru.
"Maybe. Either of you need a break?"
"I'll join you..." said Harry after thinking about it.
OoOoOo
"Not that way Harry! You need to grip the sword BELOW the hilt!" said Sirus exasperated.
"I can't help it! I've never used a sword before!"
"Aiyah! Well, you aren't completely hopeless...Perhaps I should have started you out with a bokuto instead of a real sword..." mused Sirus.
"Bokuto?"
"A sword made of wood. People generally use it to train instead of actual swords. It's a sport called kendo. I could try teaching you that instead."
"I think I'll try that..."
"In that case, I'll have to make a call to my old teachers."
"I thought electricity didn't work in Hogwarts..."
"Who said I was using a muggle phone? Come on, since we have time before class, I'll show you how I make a call."
Harry and Sirus headed to a nearby bathroom, which was conviently empty. Sirus took out a crystal with unfamiliar runes on it. He placed it on the mirror and said clearly, "Sirius Black requests an interdimensional connection to the Wandering Planet."
"Connection verifitcation needed. Please state your Misterian Name..."
"Obsidian Wing."
"Please wait...Verification confirmed. Who do you wish to connect to?"
"Instructor of Kendo."
"Ishiro-dono is available."
"Obsidian-san. What can I do for you?"
"My friend wants to learn how to use a sword. Only problem is he can't hold it properly. I was hoping you could send me some bokuto to train him with."
"Why would you need more than two?"
"I'm under the assumption that some of his friends might like to learn as well."
"I'll send you about 10. Is that enough?"
"That should be sufficient."
"I'll send them by owl tomorrow. Let me know how it turns out."
"Will do. Terminate connection please."
(BEEP!)
"So what do you think Harry?"
"That was...interesting."
The next morning, an owl arrived with what looked like a bundle of sticks. Sirus grabbed them and handed the owl what looked like a sickle from far away. The owl hooted once, then took off.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron.
"Harry asked if he could learn to use a sword, so I called in a favor. If you want, I could teach you as well."
"With a bundle of STICKS?"
"They're called bokuto. And they have a proper hilt, so it isn't that outragious."
"Come on Ron. It's actually fun," said Harry.
"..."
OoOoOo
During Wednesday nights, Sirus would look up at the stars with subtle longing. When Harry or Ron asked him about this, he would say nothing. Finally, Harry trapped Sirus and demanded to know what was up.
"Sorry Harry. I guess I'm homeworld sick..."
"Homeworld...sick?"
"Yeah. My da was a pureblood from Britain. My mum is a pureblood from another planet. All Grandmother ever cared about was that she was a pureblood. My other Grandmother didn't really care, so long as mum was happy. But then Da was taken to Azkaban, and we only were allowed to see him on holidays."
"That still doesn't explain what you meant by homeworld sick."
"It's like homesickness, alright?! Earth in my home, but Misteria is my homeworld."
"I don't understand..."
"I guess it would be too much to ask if you did."
Later that week, Harry, Ron and Sirus went to visit Hagrid.
"Woah. Hagrid, you wouldn't happen to be half-giant would you?" asked Sirus.
Hagrid froze.
"It's the only thing I can think of to explain how big you are. Not that I actually care though. You're one of the coolest people here."
Hagrid looked like he was ready to burst into happy tears. Sirus grinned..."So Hagrid, have you ever seen any werewolves in the Forbidden Forest?"
OoOoOo
Sirus spent to week with Harry and Ron. Harry had actually convinced the redhead to train with them. Whenever Draco Malfoy appeared to mock them however, Sirus would call it a day...long enough to send him flying anyway!
OoOoOo
When the boys went to their first flying lesson, Neville lost control and ended up in the hospital wing. Draco decided to be a git, and what happened next was both shocking and amusing.
He picked up the rememberall that Neville dropped; as he did, Sirus growled, "Hand it over Malfoy or else."
Malfoy naturally didn't, and fly upwards.
"Sirus, Harry no! You heard what Madam Hooch said!"
"I know Hermione, but she only said to stay on the ground with the broomsticks, right? Harry, do you think you can handle flying Nightwolf?"
"Huh?" said Harry in disbelief.
"Nightwolf, come on out!"
(ROAR)
"Climb on Harry. He isn't any harder to fly than a broomstick."
By the time Harry retrieved the item, the head of Gryffindor had arrived in shock. By the time night had fallen, Harry had become the new Seeker of the team. Nightwolf was told to stay in the forest near Hagrid's hut. Hagrid was ecstatic.
"Well, I hope he STAYS PUT like I told him to. Otherwise I'll have to call the keepers to come and pick him up."
"Keepers?"
"Yeah, the Dragon Keepers. They raise them from eggs and give them to Observors. The lucky ones get the Named Dragons, but I digress."
Both Ron and Harry had absolutely NO idea what their friend was talking about, so they gave up.
When the boys came into breakfast the next day, they were greeted by a rather large bird next to Hotaru.
"What the...Hotaru! Why is Oracle here?!"
"Professor Dumbledore said so long as she stays in the owlery, she can be here. Besides, we both know she faster than owl post."
"I don't believe this. What's next, is Kreacher going to show up?!" growled Sirus.
After the Quidditch between Slytherin and Gryffindor, Draco challenged Harry to a duel.
"I'm his second. Just to warn you off Draco, I know more curses and hexes than most seventh years."
Draco paled a bit, then left.
"Just ignore that bit Harry. I bet he'll tell Filch, and try to get us in trouble if we actually went."
"You're probably right, but what if he was serious?"
"I can tell a bit about people, and I tell you he won't even show. He's too much of a coward."
Harry didn't look too sure, and ended up going anyway. (With Ron, Hermione and Neville along as well.) When they returned to the common room, Sirus looked at them sharply.
"I told you he was too much of a bloody coward! Why did you go?!"
"Oh shut it. It's bad enough we almost got eaten by a three-headed dog!" growled Ron annoyed.
"Three-headed...huh. Sounds like Sage's dog Cereberus. But he isn't even at Hogwarts anymore, so where did it come from?" mused Sirus.
"Whatever. I'm going to bed!" said Ron.
OoOoOo
Halloween drew close, and Sirus was in a mood to prank the twins. When he mentioned what he had planned to Ron, the boy immediately brightened up and wanted in. Hermione looked irritated, and went off in a huff. By midnight the prank went off.
"AARGH!!!"
Both boys were laughing like crazy. Fred and George came down, drenched with toilet water, sputtering. They took one look at Sirus and Ron. Then they said...
"I believe Ickle Ronnikins just pranked us."
"I believe he did too brother."
They walked up to the still laughing boys and stuck out their hands.
"Well played Gents."
"Indeed brother."
"Hehehe...Well I was going to prank you alone, but the second Ron heard, he HAD to join in," said Sirus, shaking the twins hands.
"How did you get the water balloons in our dorm though? We always check it before we go to bed."
"Come on down Peeves!"
The infamous poltergeist ghosted in, cackling like mad.
"Peeves helped us with the toilet water. He insisted on helping as well. I just had to bribe him to pop the balloons."
"Bribe him with what, exactly?" said Fred.
"Three bags of stink pellets, and two cases of dungbombs."
"You do realize this means war, right Sirus?" said George with a glint in his eye.
"Aye, I do. But can you boys handle the son of a Marauder?" said Sirus as he grinned evilly.
"Marauder?! Are you serious?"
"Yup. I'm sure my Da will love hearing about me bribing Peeves. Any questions you gents have for him? I'm sure he'll be thrilled to answer..." hinted Sirus.
"Which one was he?" asked Fred.
"Padfoot. Actually, if I remember correctly, Harry's dad was called Prongs."
"No way!"
"Yes way. Now, if you don't mind, I think Ron and me should go to bed. Night gents...mwahahahaha..." cackled Sirus all the way to the room.