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This is my first story and this first chapter is maybe a bit short, but never fear they will get longer! Reviews would be nice even if its to complain. And any Suggestions are most welcome.

Disclamer: i dont own anything if this

Sirius Orion Black needed his Gryffindor courage now as the outline of his father solidified from the hazy black dots that had previously swum before his eyes. Orion Black was livid with his oldest son who refused to end his friendship with blood traitors and half bloods, as if it wasn't bad enough for him that his heir had been sorted into Gryffindor rather than Sytherin like the rest of the family. Sirius had blood dripping down one side of his face and although he had not once yelled out from the pain as he tried to push himself off the floor a small moan escaped his lips his left, arm he assessed was defiantly broken.

"I will not have any son of mine mixing with blood traitors and half bloods you will end this friendship immediately! Do you hear me" Orion yelled at his son spit landing on Sirius's face as he finally managed to get himself upright. Behind his father he could see his mother watching him with pure loathing and he knew that she had put his father up to this.

"Then I am not your son!" Sirius tuned and started up the staircase, made it to the first landing before his father got over being addressed in such a manner. With a loud crack Orion black appeared in front of his son who was clutching the stair banister to try and stop his legs from giving way he didn't wish to make a trip back down the stairs if had anything to do with it but he reckoned that his father might have other plans.

"And where will you go? Who will take you in fear of what your mother will do? She will ruin their reputation!" Orion taunted his son. He grabbed hold of Sirius's broken arm causing him to pale, let go of the banister and yelp in pain. Orion then put his wand back into his robes and Sirius thought for one moment that maybe it was all over, before his father raised his now empty wand hand and punch Sirius in the jaw the force sending him flying down the stairs. He landed in a heap at the bottom of the stair with a sickening crunch as he lost conciseness. Orion walked calmly down the stairs glanced at his sons still body "Leave now if you dare, but don't expect to ever set foot in here again." He turned and strode off to join his wife in the drawing room with a crule smile flitting across his face, he could always go back later to do some more.

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James Potter was in the kitchen of the Potter mansion as once again Tiggy, one of the house elves, tried to teach him to cook. Today they were attemting a Victoria sponge cake with whipped cream and blackcurrent jam in the middle. James may be good with magic and have quick reflexes for Quidditch but he couldn't cook in the muggle fashion to save his life, and Tiggy refused to let him cook by magic, according to her if you had the time then take the time as it made it taste nicer at the end. Or as Eliza Potter said to him when he tried to make a big fuss "being able to cook a good meal without having to flick your wand is a sure way to impress a girl. Especially...."she had added with a knowing grin".... if the girl is a muggle born." After this James had happiely agreed to let Tiggy, his favourite house elf,to teach him how to cook. This had ended in some disartors in the kitchen since the start of the summer.

"No Master James you do it like this sir." Showing him how to whip the cream until it was just right for the sixth time.

Suddenly there was a thump in the room above as if someone had just flooed into the drawing room. James frowned they weren't expecting anyone as far as he knew. "Prongs" he was sure he wasn't imagining things and had heard someone say his marauder nick name which meant it could only be one of his best mates Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin or Sirius Black. He heard another thump like someone was falling to the ground "Tiggy I need to go and see what the noise was I'll be back soon". James left the kitchen and ran up the stairs. "Which one of you is trying to scare me to death then?" he asked as he rounded the corner to see Sirius lying on the floor with blood dripping down his face, "DAD! Sirius is here, and he's in a bad way."

Charles Potter hurried out of his study across the corridor of the drawing room and raised his eyebrows at the sight of the battered bloodstained boy that was his sons best friend. Charles Potter was the head auror at the ministry and knew how to heal most things so that he could survive on a mission, but even by his standards Sirius was not looking to good. He knelt down by the boy's side and started muttering spells while James watched on with a worried frown on his face.