Hello! So, this is my first story, and I hope you like it. Yes, I'm aware that I've changed some ages and so forth. So... yeah, pelase reveiw. Please?

Chapter One: Never Quiet

The silence that greeted him that morning did not bode well. The Black household was never, ever quiet. Even in the dead of night that damn elf could be heard murmuring about, not to mention the many things - likely illegal things too, now that Sirius though about it - that whistled or hooted or screamed bloody murder in the house from time to time.

Feeling he'd better get up and make sure his whole family hadn't been murdered (Just spare Andromeda, please, oh ye murderers… Sirius thought to himself) and the house looted, Sirius opened his eyes and.. This was not his room.

Sirius smacked himself mentally, reminding himself of what he'd done a month ago. Ran away to James' house. This time, he was planning on staying. He glanced over at the bedside clock. It was nearly time to wake up. Within seconds the clock had started to beep quietly.

If he hadn't already been awake he certainly wouldn't have noticed it.

Ignoring the clock he rolled over and closed his eyes. He'd only gone to sleep for a second when he heard the voice calling him…

"Sirius, it's time to wake up, dear. Can't let you boys miss the train! Don't want to miss your sixth year, now!" he opened his eyes groggily, apparently having fallen asleep.

"Good morning!" Mrs. Potter's kind face greeted him. She was a bit older than most of his classmate's parents, but somewhat youthful nonetheless.

"Morning Mrs. Potter…" Sirius grumbled. He'd been told to call her by her first name countless times, and was reminded once again to do so. Sirius wouldn't call her by her first name. They both knew it.

"Now, why don't you get dressed, dear. Breakfast will be ready soon.." She gave him another smile before leaving the room, Sirius guessed she was going to wake James.

Silently he pulled the light blankets off of him. Opposite the bed was a handsome wardrobe where he'd stashed all his clothes. Yawning and shuffling he made his way over to the Wardrobe and opened it, not looking forward to the mess of clothing that was in there. And he still had to pack too…

Cursing himself for not having none it earlier he opened the wardrobe and found it to be completely empty. What the… He looked around and rushed over to the bookshelf where Mrs. Potter had stashed his newly bought schools books in the hope that he would read them. They too were gone. The bags of supplies from Diagon Alley were gone to!

Panicking he threw open his trunk where he'd put his dirty magazines - he he'd not wanted Mrs. Potter to find them and think less of him… And there was his stuff.

Clean, folded and pack to perfection. Mrs. Potter… Goodness that woman was amazing… And there was a note too; 'Don't open until school starts', it read. How sweet. Sirius made a mental note to ask James why he'd not told him his mummy had been leaving him messages in his trunk.

Sirius appreciated the gesture, and honestly, couldn't wait to tease James. James had certainly been getting the letters since his first year. It was-

"NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SLEEP IN SOME MORE! YOU'VE HAD TWENTY EXTRA MINUTES AS IT IS!" Mrs. Potters voice boomed, as Sirius pulled on the clothes Mrs. Potter had laid out for him. Not the outfit he'd have chosen, but he'd change on the train. Besides, maybe some girl'd like this outfit… Lord knows it did accent his butt.

Were these even his pants? He started to pull them off as James' voice was heard.

"MUM! I'M IN MY UNDERWEAR! YOU CAN'T JUST GO PULLING A LADS BLANKETS OFF WHILE HE'S SLEEPING! I WAS IN MY UDERWEAR!"

"IT'S NOTHING I HAVEN'T SEEN A MILLION TIMES BEFORE, JAMES! I USED TO BATHE YOU FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

"WAIT - WHAT D'YOU MEAN YOU'VE SEEN PEOPLE IN THEIR SKIVVIES BEFORE? MY MUM HAS SEEN PEOPLE IN THEIR SKIVVIES?" Leave it to James to use the word skivvies…

"JAMES!" Mrs. Potter bellowed, as Sirius tried to determine if he'd really been wearing his own pants. No name one them - though not many non first years did that. It was suggested to, but…

Shrugging he pulled on the pants, took one last look at his butt and grabbed his trunk. He reached the bright hallway in time to see James come out of his own room, sloppily dressed, with even more messed up hair than was normal.

So, this was chapter one, of four that I'm adding today! The next one's really shortbut the next is a two parter...