Disclaimer: I don't own any of JK's characters, yadda, yadda, yadda, I don't own Hogwarts, yadda, yadda, yadda, I don't own anything that is copyright Harry Potter, JK Rowling, blah, blah, blah. If I owned Hogwarts and the HP crew, then I wouldn't be posting FANfictions on , now would I? Idohowever own Dominique "Minnie" Riddle, Marie Chantfleur (I stole her last name from The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo, "Paquette Chantfleurie") and some minor characters here and there. I don't own Jonathan TeBeest, he's a real person from Rasputina. My pardon to the most amazing band ever, if they ever read this fic. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist paying homage to you this way, Jonathan. Also, there will be a few appearances of my friends in the story, at their request. Hannah, Maddie, etc., you owe me BIG TIME.
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Prologue
A person can be part of a family without belonging to it. In the same way, someone can belong to a family and not be part of it. A child could be an orphan in their own family.
That's what I am, thought fifteen-year-old Sirius Black sadly, An orphan in my own family. I don't belong in it. I was born into the wrong one.
He stared out the window glumly, wishing he was anyone but himself. He scanned the compartment for his best friend, but there was no sign of him.
"Hey, Peter," he muttered to the small, mousy looking fifteen-year-old next to him, "Seen James?"
Peter Pettigrew shook his head, but went off in search of him. The door opened and James Potter collided with a very hurt Peter.
"Speak of the devil," Sirius said, grinning. "Peter was about to go find you, James. James?"
"Lily." He buried his face in his hands.
"Lily? Wha- Ah, why do you keep going after her, mate? Shedoesn't like you."
"She's the one, Padfoot."
"Yeah, well you said that about Tish O'Brian, and look what happened to you two. Anyway, Moony's at a Prefect meeting."
"Wonder why he got the badge, though," Peter piped up.
"Honestly, Peter," snorted Sirius, "do we seem like Prefect material to you?"
"It's not like I'm any better," said Remus Lupin, adjusting his robes as he came in.
"Girl problems," Sirius pointed out, stretching his feet out in front of him and folding his hands behind his head. Dealing with other peoples' problems always put him at ease.
"How're your problems?" James retorted angrily.
Remus raised an eyebrow. James almost never brought up Sirius's family problems, which was his soft spot.
"Mind your own business, you bloody git. My family is getting along fine."
"Touchy, touchy, aren't we, Sirius," Bellatrix Black, Sirius's sixteen-year-old cousin exclaimed, followed by a troupe of her fellow Slytherins, "That's not what your mother has been telling my mother lately."
"What's that supposed to mean?" started James, leaning forward. Bellatrix let out a short laugh.
"Isn't it obvious?" answered a tall, thin girl behind her. "Or perhaps he hasn't told you. Bella's his cousin."
James waved his hand dismissively. "I knew that."
"What she means is that my mum tells the whole world what a bad example I am for Regulus," Sirius shouted angrily. "Why is everyone on my back?"