~A/N: I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! This is my way of getting back at all you random S/R slashers. SIRIUS IS STRAIGHT!!! Also this is me writing now that I know what Sirius's past really WAS like. So ignore all my pre-book 5 stories, 'cause they don't make sense anymore. The character Amethyst is in no way based on JK Rowling I just stole her last name. Peace. ~

~I OWN NOTHING!!!!~

Amethyst Rowling (A/N: haven't you ever wondered how these books got written?) was your average run-of-the-mill girl. She was born in Dublin Ireland but her family moved to England when things got dangerous, because being shot was not on her 'list of things to do before she turned 50'. She helped out almost everyday over 4 summers in the mechanic's garage her father had opened up on Magi street. Amethyst had had a love for cars and motorcycles and things ever since she was little. Probably since her father had always owned a garage and her four brothers were around her age so they were always around. She had a sister who had already gone to college, by Amethyst's 6th birthday. But something, rather someone, changed the mundane nature of her life and turned her existence totally upside down.

****July 20, 1975, 1:25 PM*****

It was a warm day and the garage door was opened as usual. The room was cement and always cold even in the blistering heat. Her bright ginger hair was done up in a high ponytail and she had a smudge of oil across her freckly nose. Her elder brother Jett's radio was on next to her Volks Wagon Mini-bus that had been given to them by a very disgruntled owner who didn't want it back. Ever. So it became Amethyst's "project" and soon enough, next school year in fact, it'd be her car.

"I hope I die before I get old!" she sung along with the radio in her heavy Irish accent. Her father was underneath a nearby Buick dropped of by some Welsh bloke. "Talkin' 'bout my generation! MY GENERATION BABY!"

"Stop singin' and sweep, Am, its very distracting." Said her father who had come out from under the car, his pale completion almost totally covered in grease and oil that contrasted incredibly from his nearly gray hair, it was a peachy-orangey-gray. "Or work on your car or somethin', it's a slow day today."

The Who slowly faded out into a DJ jabbering on the AM radio. Amethyst took her brother Albin's toolbox off the top of her mini-bus, Albin was the oldest of the five at home, nearly 20. As she popped the hood of the car another song she knew came on, this time by a group that wasn't widely know but was pretty good in her opinion. Cool for Cats by Squeeze. The words were impossible to understand due to the speed of the song and the heavy Cockney accents the singers had. But of course she tried to sing along.

"The Indians.dededede da bum da de dum. Cool for cats. Cool for cats." She doubted anyone but Squeeze knew the actual words. Well Squeeze and the boy who was about to correct her.

"It's the Indians send signals from rocks above the pass. The cowboys take positions with their horses on the grass. Or something to that effect." Said a voice. She jerked her head up quickly hitting the top of her head on the hood.

"Ow! Jeez! Can I help you?" Asked Amethyst rubbing the top of her head.

"You okay?" asked the boy standing in front of her. He was very tall, and about her age. He had longish black hair and shining gray eyes that didn't stay gray for long, in the few seconds that she looked at them they turned to a slate-green to a pure ocean green color. He had a smug smile on his face. "Nah I was just looking at the motorcycles," he said gesturing in back of him.

"Any of them yours?" she asked wiping the oil from her hands taking a step forward.

"Nah," said the boy again. "Just like to look."

"Not you again!" said Amethyst's father getting to his feet towering over the boy at 6 foot 6 inches Donald Rowling was a very intimidating figure.

"Hi." Said the boy, his eyes changed to coal black the same color as his hair. He gulped. "I was just.leaving?" Said the boy. Then he turned back to Amethyst quickly, "meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads who swear like 'how's your father' and they're very cool for cats." He quoted with the song.

"Unless you own something or are dropping something off, LEAVE!" repeated Mr. Rowling.

"Bye!" said the boy quickly nearly racing out of the shop.

"That oddball's in everyday looking at the motorbikes, he doesn't own one, he didn't drop one off, he's just HERE. Kids need more things to do over the summer I say," he went off rambling to himself as he rolled himself back under the Welshman's car.

Cool for cats came to a close and The Rolling Stones followed quickly. "He comes here EVERYDAY?"

"Almost, usually a little later when you've already gone in. Nut job if I've ever seen one." He said calmly, "Am, you wanna hand me that wrench its just out of my reach."

"Of course dad." She kicked it rather then handed it toward the reach of the six and a half foot man.

"Thanks love." He muttered grabbing it and taking it underneath the car with him. "Think he'll be by again." She asked calmly. "Absolutely, he must have a hard head it doesn't seem to sink in that we don't want him here."

At that moment two tall 13-year-old boys bounded down the stairs like two puppies. Donnan and Bowie were twins, nearly identical although not exactly. Bowie's hair was lighter and didn't have any freckles except for two on his nose. his eyes were amber. Donnan had hair that was nearly brown and no freckles on his face but it looked like her was wearing a spotted coat when he took of his shirt. Donnan's eyes were brown.

"Mum says lunch!" Shouted Donnan who had reached the bottom of the steps first, "First come first serve!"

"Right," said Donald pulling himself to his feet. Amethyst took off the blue covering she wore over her clothes.

Amethyst said, "Jett's in the office?" "Yeah tell 'im to come up stairs will you." "Right." She said, and she watched the two boys and her father run up the stairs.

"Is he gone?" asked the smooth British accent of the boy from before.

"What the-you again! Look my dad said you're mental and we're closing up anyway." Said Amethyst agitatedly. "Hey calm down, I just like motorcycles. I'm not going to steal one or anything, just looking," said the boy running a long hand down the handle bar of someone's motorcycle; his eyes were sea foam green. "I'm Sirius by the way."

"About what?" asked Amethyst confusedly.

It was the boy's turn to look aggravated, "its my name, S-I-R-I-U-S. I get that a lot though." He continued to fondle the motorbike.

"Oh sorry. I'm Amethyst so I know something about weird names." She smiled. He did too. Sirius had very white perfect teeth. He was cute to say the least. "Do you live around here?"

"Yeah down on Grimauld, just a block or two that way." He pointed vaguely behind him.

"Am, you still down there? Come on wash up and eat already!" came Aldin's voice, "get Jett and get up here!"

"Keep your shirt on!" she shot back up the steps, "I'll see you around, hell if you get here early enough I'll actually get to talk to you." She said to Sirius.

"Yeah I'll be back." He said leaving.

"Jett!" screamed Amethyst into the office, "LUNCH!"