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The dark haired, dark eyed adolescent had a frown etched deep into his brow as he stared off into the fire, listening to that retched mother of his telling him off once more for playing a harmless prank on his 'perfect' brother.

"Really Sirius, why couldn't you be more like Regulus? He's never playing those stupid little jokes on people, he's much more a better 'Black' than you. It's such a shame." But Sirius jumped up out of the expensive leather chair he was seated in before his mother could finish whatever it was she was about to say.

"You know what? I've had enough!" Sirius yelled, staring fiercely at his mother, "you can just go ahead and pretend I'm not your son, you've got 'perfect' Regulus anyway, you don't need me! I'm sick of you always telling me I'm not good enough, and you're damn beliefs in what a 'real Black" is," Sirius continued, his voice rising with each word,

"I'm outta here," and with that, a 16 year old Sirius Blacks strode out of the room, hoping never to see it or it's inhabitants again. He made a pit stop at the fire place in the living room, and threw some Floo Powder in the blazing fire, before saying

"Potter Mansion." A formal sitting area came into view beyond the fire, and Sirius stuck his head into the flames. He looked around at the empty room that held three comfortable looking cream lounges, before yelling out,

"Is anyone there?" After waiting barely ten seconds, he heard steady footsteps that were getting louder each step. A tanned, kind faced looked into the room, then noticing Sirius' head in the fire, strode in, smiling.

"Hello there young Sirius," he said, and then seeing Sirius grimace, he added, "is something the matter? I would call James down but I'm afraid he's currently in the shower. Sirius' face shifted into one of thought, and then said,

"Actually, Mister Potter, I was hoping I could ask you a favor? I was wondering if I could come sped the rest of the summer over there with James." Mr. Potter, concerned for the boy who's face was usually graced by a jovial grin, instead of the discontented one in front of him, agreed immediately.

"Yes of course you can, you're welcome here whenever you like, you know that," He said kindly. Indeed, Sirius had been over countless of times during the five years he had known James, and the Potter Mansion had become more of a home to him than his own.

"Thanks Mister P," the frown on his face had somewhat lessened, "I'll be over in about thirty minutes if that's okay?"

"Of course, I'll inform James as soon as he's out of the shower, and we'll prepare you're room," James' dad said. Indeed, among the many guest bedrooms in the Potter Mansion, there was one that had now been officially established as Sirius'; he had stayed there often enough.

"Thanks again," and with that, he popped his head out of the fireplace, and quickly made his way to his own room to pack ALL of his belongings. He had made his decision, he would stay at James' house until the end of the holidays, and as for after his next year at Hogwarts, well, he had plenty of time to figure that one out. But he was sure of one thing; he was never going back to the place he had dared to call home for the last sixteen years. Never.

~*~

Forty Five minutes later, a black haired boy with blue eyes (A/N sorry if that's the wrong color) framed by black rimmed spectacles and a lopsided grin, punched his best friend lightly in the arm in way of greeting.

"Hey hey mate, I was wondering how long it would be before you were over here again," James Potter said, in greeting to his best friend Sirius Black. Sirius' smile faltered, and, however slightly this was, James noticed.

"Yeah, seems like I'm attracted to this place or something," Sirius replied, covering up his unhappiness as to why he was here.

"Come on, let's go upstairs, the house elves will take your stuff up to your room," James said, and with that the two best friends - who - should - have - been - brothers walked up to James' room.

Sirius had been to the potter Mansion so many times that he had memorized every hallway, every twist and turn leading up to the bedrooms and pretty much everywhere else. For any one else, this would have been no easy feat, as the Potter Mansion was by no means small. The whole house, if you could call it merely that, held forty four staircases, twenty one bedroom, two ballrooms, and not even God knows how many bathrooms. Sirius and James never got bored when they were together in this house (Not that they ever got bored when they were together, but nevertheless). Over the many summers Sirius had spent here, he and James had explored the whole mansion, memorizing every room, every broom closet.the place was more like a castle than a mansion, though it would have just sounded conceited to formally call it a castle. After about five whole minutes of trudging up and down corridors, and idle talk, the two boys finally made it to the second highest room. The room where so many pranks were thought up and discussed, in which most of them were executed at Hogwarts when they got the chance, or just damn felt like it. The room where deep conversations where held, deep conversations that is, of quidditch, girls, one hundred and one ways to embarrass Snape in front of the whole school, more quidditch, and discussions about good times and jokes. To sum it all up: James' Room.

As soon as Sirius walked into the room and plunked down on James' four - post bed, his shoulders untensed, and he just relaxed. He lay down flat on his back and then. He laughed. No, more like he was rolling around on the bed, tears rolling downs his face in hysterics. James looked over to his best friend, and he suddenly held a very perplexed/bemused expression on his face.

"Um.mate, care to include me in this oh- so - funny joke of yours? Rolling around on the bed having fits of laughter looks like fun," James said, still looking at Sirius, who he thought had now officially lost it. Sirius sat up in effort, holding his side, still chucking, then said simply,

"I'm free!" and with that, he fell back on the bed, once again laughing uncontrollably.

"you know, it usually doesn't take much to amuse me, but I for one, cannot see what is so hilarious at the moment," James said, and with that, he sunk down to sit cross legged on his thick, comfy navy blue rug, pouting like a child defied of a lollipop, while the kid next to him happily sucks away at one. He stayed like this for another couple of minutes as his best friend seemed to be having the time of hid life rolling around on his bed. (A/N I know, I know, that didn't sound too good.) Once more, having seemingly gotten control of his laughter, Sirius sat up on the bed, wiping his eyes of the mirthful tears. Panting slightly, he once again said,

"I'm free."

"Right, this still doesn't confirm as to why I shouldn't call St. Mungos to come and collect you pronto."

Sirius spent the next five minutes explaining to James what had happened before he got there, and how he had made an absolute decision to himself never to step foot into Black Manor ever again.

"And to think, I held through all that shit, when I could have just walked out anytime I wanted to. Either they're glad never to have to see me again, or they think I'm going back," Sirius finished off. James got off the rug and clapped Sirius on the shoulder, and solemnly nodded.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want," James told him.

"I know," Sirius replied grinning, "why do you think I chose to come here over anywhere else?"

"Err.coz you love me terribly and can't stand being away from me for more than two weeks," James joked, once again getting into the joyful mood he was always in when with his best friend of all time. "In your dreams," Sirius said, "one, I get my own bedroom, I don't have to share it with YOU, and two, you're house elves are mighty good cookers. He said, a dreamy expression coming over his face at the thought of food, then he said cheekily, "besides, there's always the chance that devishly good looking cousin of yours might drop by again like she did last year." This comment was followed by a smiling Sirius being tackled by a 'oh you're gonna pay for that one' looking James. Yup, Sirius thought, while tumbling off the floor, to then quickly pick himself up to accordingly tackle James, this is home.

A/N: So what do you guys think? Should I keep writing or should I throw this story into an bottomless pit, never to be seen again? In other words, please review, and then I'll write more chappies!