A/N: Okay, I wrote the beginning (I suppose around six or seven thousand words) when I was about eleven or twelve, and I'm fourteen now. I've done very little editing, sorry... but I just wanted to see if anyone would like this. It's my take on Sirius' life. I hope the real story isn't revealed in Pottermore... xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in it.

Chapter One

Sirius Black stared with wide grey eyes at the wonders of Diagon Alley. It was filled to the brim of everything he'd ever imagined about magic and included the latest brooms, owls and even some pretty cool books. Each twig of every broom had been magically enchanted to go faster than the next, and the owls chirped noisily, even annoyingly, every time someone walked by. Books of magic- all books of magic- were displayed proudly on the shelves of stores, filled with text about goblin wars and fairies and dragons and Quidditch. He gaped at the shops that lit up the street, and the wonderful smells of unknown potions that filled his nostrils. It was utopia.

But Hogwats would be even better.

Sirius already knew what House he would be in, anyway, so he didn't have too much on his mind about that. His whole family had been in Slytherin, so he wouldn't be any different. Slytherin was for him! He loved the snakes that symbolized the Slytherin House, and didn't care too much for the raven or badger for two others. But the lion was decent, he had to admit. Sirius shook the thought from his head- he couldn't be in Gryffindor. He'd be disowned!

The young boy looked around Diagon Alley and saw the first years purchasing school supplies, glaring at them enviously. Being only nine (almost ten!), he wasn't going to Hogwarts yet. Poor Regulus had to wait even longer!

His mother, Walburga, was holding his brother's grubby little hand. Sirius trailed behind them, wishing he could go to Hogwarts and stop being teased by his cousin Bellatrix. Andromeda, the only member of his family he really liked other than his brother, stood up for him mostly, but Narcissa and Bellatrix would sneer and tell him he'd never be in Slytherin.

Sirius just had to prove them wrong!

He continued down the road, still watching the other, older children with bitterness and jealousy. They wore their new robes even though there were still weeks until school started. He glared at them all jealously. But Sirius supposed that everyone had to wait, so he did too. It wasn't a pleasant thought.

Walburga let go of Regulus' hand and stopped for a moment before turning to her sons, waiting impatiently for Sirius to catch up.

"Children, I need to go purchase... a book. Sirius, watch Regulus while I'm in the store, don't wander off, and don't come inside. Stay put, you two."

No "please." No "thank you." Just "do it."

Sirius was used to it, so he led Regulus over to a nearby bench and sat down, beckoning for his brother to do the same.

"You're going to Hogwarts real soon!" Regulus reminded him, grinning. "You'll send me letters and everything, ri-"

"Reg, I haven't even gotten my letter yet but of course I'll send you owls I've told you a million times! For now we have to put up with Mother and Father, but just for a little bit longer." He grimaced at the thought.

"And don't forget about Kreacher!"

"Er... yeah. Kreacher. Not that I'd count that ugly prune as part of the family."

"Well he's our house-elf you might as well count him as such," Regulus retorted.

"What do you see in him, Reg? He's just creepy." Sirius shivered, imagining the old and wrinkly rude house-elf.

"He serves us, so if we're nice he won't put flobberworm bits in our tea! I'd hate that, wouldn't you? Plus he's an okay guy."

"...Right, okay, whatever you say, kid. I disagree, but then again, we disagree a lot, don't you think?" He smiled, remembering all of their petty arguments.

"I'm right anyway," Regulus told him matter of factly.

"Sure, sure," Sirius rolled his eyes, smiling at a group of first-year girls. They looked at him, snorted, and started giggling amongst themselves. "Ah, the girls love me," he boasted, watching them take their leave. "I'm so damn "hot.""

"Sirius, Mum says not to use those kinds of words until-"

"Forget whatever the hell Mother says. She's a big fat liar if there ever was one," Sirius sneered. "Did you hear her call Bellatrix a "gentle flower?" Sickening isn't it."

"Well, yeah, I can't imagine Bellatrix being anything but her mean ugly self but... anyway what if you're Sorted into Hufflepuff?"

He was about to say that Bellatrix wasn't actually what you would call ugly, but Sirius burst out laughing, rubbernecking at his brother. "You... have... got... to... be... kidding... me," he spluttered, wiping an eye. When Regulus looked pretty damn serious (no pun intended), Sirius stared at him. "Regulus, my dear mislead brother, please tell me you were joking."

Regulus crossed his arms. "Of course I wasn't joking."

"Reg... Hufflepuffs aren't for Blacks. I don't think there has been anyone in the Black family in Hufflepuff. A few of the disowned members have been in Gryffindor, maybe Ravenclaw, though Ravenclaw isn't such a big deal, it just means you're smart... anyway, no, Regulus. Just no. If I'm Sorted into Hufflepuff I'll charm my hair lime green."

Sirius loved his hair, and called it a god's head because of its casual elegance. The black curls fell just above and around his eyes, obscuring his handsome face just enough. Just at nine and he was already arrogant and hot-headed as any other Slytherin, with an additional sense of humor that was rarely found in mean Slytherins. So, if he made a statement that suggested damage to his perfect hair in any way, shape or form, he was definitely sure that the outcome would never stray from his bargain, keeping his locks in superb condition.

"You wouldn't!" exclaimed Regulus, astounded that Sirius would even suggest such a fate.

"It means I won't be in Hufflepuff, Reg. I'd chose Gryffindor over Hufflepuff any day. And you do know that I won't be in Gryffindor no matter what." He nodded matter of factly.

"Well in any case, you'll be in Slytherin. 'Cause you're not smart enough for Ravencl-"

"Shut up," Sirius scowled, whacking his brother in the head. "I am smart, and you know it, you bloody dolt. That's why you want to be just like me. I'm smart, handsome, funny and cool."

"That may be so," Regulus said slowly, a grin forming on his chubby face, "but I'm the favorite."

His older brother crossed his arms. "No way, I'm definitely the favorite. Why would they favor you?"

"Because I give them the time of day. And Kreacher likes me more, so that helps-"

"Oh, what do I care what they think? When I go to Hogwarts, girls will swarm to me like a hippogriff to a pile of dead ferrets.

"...Interesting simile..."

"Oh, you know what I mean."

"And they won't do the same for me?" Regulus asked. He did have a certain charm to him, after all.

Sirius considered him for a moment. "Maybe the ugly ones," he decided after a while. "But not many more than that."

"Sirius, why are you so mean to me?"

"It's my job, Regulus. It's my job as an older brother to be mean. I even get paid, you know. A lot."

"You do?"

"Uh huh. I get ten sickles a day and I will for the rest of my life."

"Nu uh! You do not. If you got that much you'd be able to get those dungbombs."

"I'm messing with you, Regulus! Merlin, I thought that you would have understood." He rolled his eyes and flicked some of his hair out of them, obviously pulling a stunt to look cool; something that would become a habit.

"Aw, that was mean, Siri-"

A high pitched scream could be heard in the distance right then. The brothers stood up immediately, forgetting their mother's warnings, and ran toward where the scream was made. A plump but pretty girl, maybe thirteen or fourteen, wearing red a cloak with a golden number on the back, no doubt a Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, was on the ground, crying for help. The boy towering over her who was clad in a green cloak with a silver number on the back was pointing his wand at her, sneering evilly.

"You filthy little Mudblood!" he yelled, shouting another hex and making the girl scream and thrash again. Tears ran down her terrified face, causing hair to cling to her cheeks. She was completely helpless, and from where he was standing Sirius could see her wand inches from her hand. A crowd of boys were all standing around them, laughing, some of them wearing regular school robes, others in green Quidditch robes.

Sirius felt an urge to go and help her, but was scared of the schoolboys. Passerby's were watching the horrible scene, but did nothing about it. Sirius wanted to yell at them, tell them to do something for this tormented girl!

Then a boy with dark short brown hair and glasses ran up to the boys, yelling something that sounded like "stupid" before a jet of red light hit the Slytherin boy. He fell down, unconscious, while the brown-haired boy shot more of the spells at the others. Then the hero ran up to the girl, propped her on his knee, and lifted her up to go to the nearest place where she would be comfortable and safe, whispering words of comfort the whole time.

Sirius and Regulus stood side by side, watching with amazement. "Did... did you see that?" the older of the two whispered.

"Wha- what was that, Sirius?" Regulus asked, holding onto his brother's arm tightly, too scared to let go. "What just... happened?"

"That girl... she was a Mudblood," Sirius explained, eyes fixed on the spot where she was just laying in agony. "They wanted to... show her her place, that's all."

"But she's just a person! Why would they do that? Were they from Hogwarts?"

"...Yes, they were from Hogwarts. Slytherins. I don't kn... well, Regulus, anyway... we should hurry back to the book store; Mother is waiting." Not even trying to shake his whiny brother from his arm, Sirius turned around and led him back to the store, sitting down on the bench with Reg. His brother looked like he was about to cry; he looked how Sirius felt.

Sirius wondered... was Slytherin really the best House there was?

A/N: Okay, I'm not trying to flame Slytherin. Personally, I love Slytherin and think they get waaay too much bad credit. But seeing as this is in the point of view of Sirius, still with his evil family... well, yeah. Sorry about any grammatical errors that you may have seen... I may need a beta at some point. Maybe.