This is the first fanfiction I ever wrote. And I translated it myself, so I apologise if something sounds stupid or funny. Of course in the place where it shouldn't be funny or stupid. Anyways... Hope you like the story and hope you REVIEW it! Cause if there is no reviews, there is no new chapters! Enjoy then...

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Sirius Black was lying on his bedroom bed, watching the ceiling, deep in thoughts. He wasn't in such a good mood, which was good because his mum hasn't yet forgotten his last prank. The one when he put prickly tongues in his brother Regulus's soup, so he had to recover from the stings two hours afterwards. It is truth that Sirius landed himself in detention for it, but it was worth it. Or at least he thought it was.

There was a knock on the door and the Black family's house-elf, Kreacher, entered the room. ''The Mistress wants to talk to you,'' he said, bowing deeply. ''Stupid little basted,'' he added in his beard.

''Tell her I'll be there in twenty minutes,'' Sirius answered, not taking much concern to his remark. ''When it's time to go,'' he added.

''But she wants you there immediately…''

Sirius got up and, doing it, he interrupted the elf. He passed him without the word and went down the stairs. Seemingly not noticing the house-elf heads, he went straight past them to kitchen. He sat on the chair and kept doing what he did till then-nothing.

An old witch with a malice look on her face entered the room. ''Do I always have to look for you personally when I need you for something?'' she referred to Sirius.

''It would be nice if you'd give me a special invitation along with that,'' Sirius snapped back. He knew that this little joke on her account will not do him any good, but he simply adored getting her mad.

''What's that tone you're using with me? You ungrateful little brat! All of us try so hard with you, and this is what we get in return? Don't you feel any shame!'' she continued.

''You're so good to me, my ass! I haven't seen better people in my whole life!'' he interrupts her.

''You little scumbag! Stupid brat! A disgrace for a wizard kind! You've got substituted in Mungo! You are not my son! You little bat! You're not even a wizard!'' she was screaming.

''Oh what an offence! It would be better not being a wizard than standing all this!'' Sirius was yelling now, too.

This was just too much for Mrs. Black. Her face circled in an ugly grimace. She reached in her green robe, pulling her wand out. But Sirius was ready. He ducked, assisted with reflexes gained in similar situations, and rolled under the table. The curse of Mrs. Black missed him and, while she was looking for him, wondering where he's left, Sirius quickly got out and ran towards the exit. He ran as fast as he could by the portraits of his family members to the broom cupboard on the next floor, where he hid himself. He soon heard fast footsteps and angry screams of his dear old mum. She passed by, and he waited a moment, only to get back to the kitchen. Sitting there, he realized he had only fifteen minutes till train leaves King's Cross, and he hasn't even gotten himself ready yet. He quickly raised and went back to his room.

Opening the door of his room, he immediately felt he has been hit by his mother's curse. The blow of the curse knocked him off to the opposite wall of the hall. He saw that his mother was lifting her wand in intention to curse him again. He moved from the spot where he was standing and yelled: ''There's only fifteen minutes left until the parting of the train! I'll be late!''

''That's not my problem, is it?'' Mrs. Black responded.

''What will people say if I don't come to Hogwarts this evening?'' Sirius tried again.

Mrs. Black stand there for a moment more with her wand in the air, but then she dropped it and left to the ground floor. ''We're not finished with this yet,'' she added as she passed.

Sirius left to his room and laughed victoriously. He congratulated himself on the fact that he managed to pass without bigger injuries. He looked himself in the mirror. He looked pretty handsome, with his black hair and gray eyes, but that impression was disturbing blood that kept coming out from his right nose drill at the moment. He entered the bathroom to wash that signs of his mothers' anger.

Still wiping himself with a towel, he went back to his room and started throwing things in his suitcase as fast as he could. He didn't have time to think about what else he needed and what he left here, and what he packed already. He knew that if he left something behind, he want be able to see it till next holidays. His mother definitely won't send him anything, but he didn't care about it now.

He quickly closed the suitcase and ran to the ground floor, where Mrs. Black soon came, to check on Sirius before she let him go to Hogwarts. She didn't have any intention to see him off. She felt astonishment as she saw Sirius in plain muggle jeans and a t-shirt.

''You are really out of your mind, aren't you?'' she said bewildered. ''YOU BASTARD! Go change yourself! What will people think when they see you like this? You shame! Go upstairs this instant!''

''I will be la…''

''What are you talking about being late! It will be your own fault if you come late! UPSTAIRS!'' she screamed, pointing her finger towards the stairs.

''Alright, alright. I'm going,'' Sirius said through his teeth as he angrily went back to his room. He entered and put on himself the first robe he came by when he opened the closed. It was a plain, gray robe. He knew that that old cow will complain again, but he really didn't want to be late.

In that moment the door of the room opened and Regulus, Sirius's ten year old brother came in. ''I heard mom getting angry with you again. Why?''

''And what do you want t know that for, you noisy little brat?'' Sirius snapped back. ''Get lost!''

Regulus didn't move a muscle. He could always do what he pleased. ''Mother is very angry with you. As a real Black you should consider behaving differently.''

''Mother's words,'' Sirius thought. ''And what do you mean by behaving differently?'' he asked Regulus.

Regulus opened his mouth to answer but in that moment their father called him from his study and he ran like his life depended on it. Sirius rolled his eyes. His brother was even more stupid than his parents. He jumped on their every word.

He finally went back to ground floor, ignoring a comment concerning his robe from one of the portraits. Mrs. Black wasn't entirely pleased either but, on Sirius's wonder, she let it pass.

'You have five more minutes,'' she said to him, clearly containing her anger with every effort she possessed. ''I will let you have a broom this time, but just try to be late,'' she threatened him, giving him an old Cleansweep three. ''and you won't put your foot in this house ever again.''

''Great! Then I'll try my best not to be in Hogwarts today,'' Sirius said sarcastically.

''GET OUT!'' Mrs. Black yelled so hard that Sirius ran as fast as he could trough the front door and onto the empty and dusty Grimmauld Place, followed by a pack of different jinxes and curses.

In the Potter house a real rush was in course. Potters only son was about to go to his first year on Hogwarts- School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Inmates were running up and down the stairs, colliding to each other so that stuff kept falling off their hands, which increased the general impression of chaos. The culmination came when James's aunt, for that was the boys' name, while trying to put his owl in its cage, fell and rolled over the steps to the first floor landing, hit by the bag of rat tails.

It seemed like no one noticed James in all that mess. Not that he cared much at the moment. Quite the contrary! He was happy about it because he decided to take some stuff with him to Hogwarts, and mom and dad surely wouldn't let him do it.

Grabbing his chance, he quietly walked pass his inmates who gathered around slightly knocked out aunt and opened the door next to them. He was in the room of his parents now. Not losing one moment, he instantly marched toward their wardrobe. He opened the first drawer- nothing. He turned over the second one trough and trough, but he hadn't found anything there, either. He searched the whole wardrobe in five minutes and then realized he won't find anything there.

He looked around the room. ''Dad surely new what I was up to,'' he thought. ''Ah, well. There's nothing left but to think about it for a moment.'' And he did. He sat on the floor next to the now fully disordered wardrobe and soon an idea came to his mind. He exited the room and went pass the staircase that was now empty, if one doesn't count rat tails, which no one probably had time to move out of the way. ''They must've moved to kitchen,'' he thought. He went pass a few more steps and came to a broom cupboard. He removed a loose floorboard and immediately found what he was looking for: a silvery invisibility cloak. He put the cloak on and went to his room.

He came in satisfied and went to his suitcase. He put the cloak in, covering it with other stuff that was already in there. He heard the noise that came out of his parents' room. ''The wardrobe,'' he thought. He picked another opportunity and went to the basement.

It was really good that he convinced his parents that he was afraid of that pathetic, old basement, for if he hasn't done it, he would be in doubt again, but this time about the place where his broom was hidden. The newest model- Nimbus 1000. He got it from his uncle for last Christmas, and now mother wouldn't let him to take it to Hogwarts with him, which he thought was preposterous. He didn't have any intention on letting her do that. He'll take it with him, one way or another.

With his Nimbus in hand, he was slowly coming close to his room. But when he opened the door, he didn't found the thing he was hoping for, which was an empty room. He came face to face with the last person he wanted to meet at the moment- his mother.

''James, what do you need the broom for?'' she asked him. She had shoulder length light brown hair and was usually nice, which is the fact she tried to hide at the moment.

''I wanted to swipe the floor with it,'' James retorted.

''Don't be stupid, James. You can't take the broom with you. Where did you find it, anyway?''

''On its spot,'' James said, ignoring the expression of incredulity on his mothers' face. ''Mom! I have to have a broom. Everyone will have it. I'll look like a real flobberworm without it!''

''Not all students will have a broom, as you very well know it, James Potter. So please stop arguing with me. Give me the broom!''

''Ok, ok… You win…'' he said, turning towards the exit.

''James, the broom is still in your hand!''

James sighted angrily and gave her the broom. He turned around, exited the room and went down the hall in the opposite direction. What is he going to do without his Nimbus? He knew that first years in Hogwarts weren't allowed to have a broom, but he didn't care. The only thing that occupied his mind at the moment was how to take it back from his mother and hide it back in his suitcase.

He remembered a perfect idea. He went back to his room, but didn't enter it. He hid himself behind the closest cupboard in the hall. He stood there and waited until his mother left the room. Then he silently went in, rumbled the suitcase as fast as he could and found what he was looking for: an invisibility cloak. He didn't take any trouble in putting his things back in his suitcase because he didn't want to get his mother out of sight.

He exited the room, cloak over his head, and went as fast as he could towards the stairs to catch up on his mom. He suddenly slowed down. He must've made too much noise, for Mrs. Potter suddenly turned around and looked suspiciously up the stairs. James stopped like stone, so that she wouldn't discover him. It looked like his effort used its cause, because Mrs. Potter turned around again and went to ground floor, obviously thinking that she only imagined something.

James went behind her again, and he soon realized that she went to that 'scary' basement. She must've thought that James won't be looking for his broom here. James waited until she came out and went upstairs again. After that, he went to the basement himself. He didn't immediately see the broom, so he turned the light on. He searched entire basement again, but not a trace of a broom. Where did she put it? And then he noticed a wardrobe behind some old butterbeer bottles, covered with black cloak, so he could barely see it. He sighted out of relief when he opened the wardrobe and at last saw his broom. He hid the broom under his cloak, too, turned the light off, and went out of the basement.

He was very careful when he entered his room this time. He slightly opened the door and slipped in. Luckily, no one was in there this time. He went to his suitcase and threw the rest of his stuff out so that he could put his broom and his cloak at the mere bottom of it. He first put the broom in, and then he threw his cloak over it. He stepped back to see the result. He couldn't see nor the broom, nor the cloak. He looked at the empty bottom of the suitcase. He congratulated himself on a work well done and started to put other things in his suitcase.

Sirius landed goofily in the small, deserted street close to King's Cross. He hurried so much that he nearly bumped in the floor with his broom. He opened his suitcase and quickly out his broom in it. He started to pull his suitcase and soon came to the wall that separated platform nine and three quarters from the rest of the King Cross' platforms. If he depended only on his parents, he would probably stand here, not knowing how to move on, which would cause him to come late on the train. But, luckily, he had clever people in his family, too. It is true that they were rare, but they did exist. That caused that his uncle Alphard told him that he only needed to get through that wall and he'll get to the platform. He did so, and he soon felt strong sense of cats and owls that were mewing and hooting loudly.

Sirius saw that nearly any student was left at the platform. They were all already in the train. Sirius ran towards the train as fast as the heavy suitcase allowed him, and then he saw that the same started moving. He caught on the train with his hands and started to run by it, but then, luckily, someone opened the door. He instantly jumped on the train and started to pull his suitcase in, with the help of the boy with black, messy hair.

''Thank you,'' he said, when they both were, along with the suitcase, safe and sound on the train. Sirius saw that the boy too probably just got in, because next to him stood identical suitcase.

''You're welcome,'' the boy answered. ''I'm James Potter, by the way. And you are?''

''What? Um… Sirius Black,'' Sirius answered, still under a bit of a shock for the previous event.

James went quiet for a moment, looking at Sirius. He heard that the Blacks are very suspicious family, doing black magic and stuff.

'You haven't found the compartment yet, either?'' Sirius asked James, after he calmed himself properly.

''No… No, I haven't. But I went towards this one here, next to us, which I thought was empty. But then I saw you chasing the train so…'' he answered.

''Let's go over there, then,'' Sirius said, as he went down the hall.

It turned out that the James's empty compartment wasn't empty after all. In there sat a brown haired boy, his head buried deep into a book.

''What now?'' Sirius asked James.

'Well we could enter here none the less. I suppose the rest of the train is full, judging by the compartments we just passed,'' he answered.

''Ok,'' Sirius agreed, opening the compartment door. ''Is it free?'' he asked the boy who lifted his look of the book. James noticed he looks pretty peaky.

''Yes. Yes, come in,'' the boy answered.

''Sirius Black,'' Sirius introduced himself enthusiastically, offering him his hand.

''Remus Lupin,'' he answered, while Sirius shook his hand with all his might. The good mood was slowly coming back to him. ''And this is James Potter,'' he said, pointing at James.

The two of them put their suitcases in the compartment drawer and settled themselves comfortably. James took the magazine Quidditch Today and started reading. ''Did you know that Wasps beat Arrows in semifinal?''

''Yeah,'' Sirius answered. ''This year the cup must be theirs, which I'm rooting for since I was born, I guess.''

''Really? They're my favorite club too. I've got a whole collection of their rosettes at home.''

''And you, Remus? Who do you root for?'' Sirius asked.

''Well… I don't really watch Quidditch,'' Remus answered behind his book.

''You don't watch Quidditch?'' James was bewildered. ''Well, you've got to start, mate. It's the best sport in the world!''

''And look at this,'' he continued and got off his seat to come to his suitcase. He looked through it again and got his Nimbus out.

''Is it…'' Sirius started.

''Yes. The one and only. 99, 42 miles per hour with the good wind in its tail. Turning 360 degrees on the spot! I had problems with getting it out of the house, but I managed it somehow. I got it for this Christmas. It's perfect, isn't it?''

Sirius was staring at the broomstick with the expression of utter admiration on his face, but it looked like it didn't leave that much impression on Remus.

''It's good,'' he said and went back to his book.

''Good? That is, my dear, the best broom in the whole world!'' James mutinied.

''Whatever,'' Remus answered.

James returned to his magazine, deeply hurt, while Sirius started to study the broomstick. He was soon bored with it, so he started to look out the window. They were just passing a meadow where he could see horses in the distance. Sirius looked at them, and when they disappeared out of his sight, he just started to stare at nothing in particular.

''I'm bored,'' he said after a few minutes.

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