Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter, I guess I own the plot, but well I don't get any money. *sigh*.

I'm not J., I'm fairly certain I possess a penis (only fairly) haha, and unfortunately for me I'm as poor as poor can be, no way near a Billionaire! I hope you enjoy. – GS.

A/N The idea came to me and I was shocked to realise I wrote, just over four thousand, five hundred words! I hope you enjoy it. Give it a go, review if you don't mind, even if it's just to tell me I shouldn't be allowed to write, even for fun).

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Summer was finally over, most people would be upset about this, but no Sirius Black, Oh no, he had to put up with not only his god awful mother, but the rest of his family too. You see, Sirius Black, is the Black sheep of the family, he holds no interest in 'purity' or 'prestige', and to be honest, he loved to wind up his family, however at the rant that his Mother was delivering to him, on platform 9¾ no less, he might have gone a bit too far.

Lady Black of the Moste noble and ancient house of Black was trying to set her son on the 'right path', but halfway through this muchly needed rant, a boy bumped into her, and Sirius. The offender had brown hair in a medium length that was short enough, but had a sweeping fringe, his shoulders were broad, and he possessed a beard, he was around 5'10'', four inches shorter than her son.

'Sorry madam' the boy muttered seemingly unconcerned.

Walburga Black doesn't like being touched by riffraff! The boy was wearing a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and a purple zip through hoody. Typical, a mudblood. With a flick of her wand, she sent a cleaning charm over herself and Sirius.

'You should learn not to even walk near your betters you filthy mudblood! Go back to where you come from, you disgust me!' Lady Black stated, with a look of pure loathing on her face.

Sirius didn't know what to do, he'd have to apologise to the slightly timid looking boy on the train, he pulled his face into a neutral composure, only to have a shock he didn't see coming.

Within a second, the boy had turned, and had his wand out, pointing it at his Mother! He had green eyes, but next to the pupil was a soft yellow ring on each eye, they glowed ominously as he stared at his mother with pure loathing.

'You dare call me a mudblood, Lady Black' the stranger spat with a fierce glare aimed at his mother. 'I'm Lord Sparks! And as you will probably know, you filthy illegitimate wrench, I happen to have the purest bloodline, you filthy hag!' And with that, he sent a stinging hex at his mother.

Walburga wasn't one to take things lying down, but she knew where she was outranked, with a poorly repressed wince, she apparated. Normally Walburga Black would have lashed out, but she was a Pureblood, she knows things herself, for example she has more rights than half-bloods and mudbloods. The Sparks family however, were the oldest ones still in existence, and they had the blood line to envy, often spoken of as platinumbloods! The purest of the pure, she was well aware that to insult a 'platinumbloods' bloodline he would have been well in his rights to have murdered her, right then and there.

Sirius couldn't believe his luck; he got out of the rant! And someone gave his 'mother' a talking down, oh yes he was very happy and it was with a skip in his step he climbed aboard the Hogwarts express, this would be a very good year. Approaching his usual compartment that the marauders claimed ever year he couldn't believe his eyes…

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Lord Sparks sat in a compartment, he was quite excited if he was honest, he'd never been to school before, it was 'beneath' him, to consort with the lesser people of the world or in laymen's terms, everyone. Pulling out his charms book he began to read. The door slid open and a boy entered his own nose in a DADA book, he carelessly through himself down onto the seat opposite, and carried on reading, after looking over the boy who seemed slightly 'ill' looking, and was wearing a well-worn school robe.

'Ahem' he coughed to get the strangers attention.

'Charlus Sparks' he stated with his hand out.

'Remus Lupin' the boy replied shaking his hand, shyly.

'Pleasure, what year are you in Lupin?' He asked.

'Starting my Sixth year' the boy replied with a ghost of a smile on his face, as if he couldn't quite believe it himself.

'Oh me too'

'Any idea what house you'll be in?' Remus asked.

'I suppose I fit into all of the categories' Charlus shrugged.

'I'm in Gryffindor myself' stated Remus.

'Well if everyone looks like you, I'd very much like to be in Gryffindor myself' Charlus stated with a wink. Remus's eyes bulged and he remained frozen as Charlus grabbed his hand and kissed it. As Charlus was kissing Remus' hand, Sirius sauntered into the compartment….

Sirius couldn't believe his eyes, his friend, a fellow marauder was blushing, he's a werewolf, werewolves do not blush! Remus had the dignity to look slightly ashamed and stared out of the window, pretending something had caught his attention.

'Lord Sparks' Nodded Sirius stiffly.

'Please call me Charlus, unless of course, you're like you mother, I mean your mother wouldn't talk to a 'lesser' so after all why should I?' he said rather spitefully, but there did seem to be a bit of a mischievous glint in his eye.

'Of course Charlus, I'm nothing like her, although if it pleases one I will of course leave.' Said Sirius through a large grin, whilst performing an elaborate bow. Sirius was surprised when the boy snorted. Charlus returned to his book, he wasn't worried about going to Hogwarts, but he didn't want to be used, befriended – just because of his station in wizarding society. Charlus was so engrossed in his book, he didn't even notice when others came in, nor when they were screaming, shouting, or when the train stopped.

Sirius ended up poking him with his wand, right in the ear. 'Ow' Charlus muttered. Charlus' things were already beside him thanks to one of these boys. He went to thank them but they were gone, collecting his things Charlus left the Hogwarts Express, and proceeded towards the carriages.

'Erm, Sorry pal, but well you've got to go on the boat with the first years' Sirius stated, with a slight smile.

'Oh erm, ok'

'They're over there' Sirius pointed towards a man calling 'first years this way'. With uneven breath Charlus walked over, and climbed into a boat, after leaving his possessions in the designated area. The boat was rickety, even in the shallow entrance of the lake, he climbed in and thought back to the two boys who were in his compartment (there were more, but he didn't introduce himself, he'd have to apologize for that soon), they seemed nice enough, and he only hoped he'd have a friendship like theirs one day, one where you could call each other morons, without it ending in a duel of honour, one where they're with you because they like you, not your prestige or your money.

A lone boy climbed into his boat with a shy smile, he had short black hair, and was tiny, however he had the brilliantly blue eyes. 'Are you a first year too?' the boy all but screamed, he was bouncing in the boat.

'Ye-no I'll be in my sixth year, but this is my first time coming to Hogwarts' Charlus replied.

'Oh, I'm the first of my family to ever come here! I'm a bit scared though, is that going to be a problem?' the boy asked, his blue eyes seemed to stare into his soul.

'Do you mean you're a Muggleborn?' Charlus asked; the boy nodded. 'Well I don't want to scare you, some people will be prejudiced towards you, but no it won't be a problem, and if anyone makes it so, you come to me. Yeah?'

The boy nodded again. 'Thanks, I'm Max' The boy said through a grin.

'Lor-ahem-sorry, I'm Charlus.' He said smiling kindly.

The little boy named max talked for most of the journey; he only shut up for a split second when he got his first look at Hogwarts. Charlus had to admit, it was a beautiful castle, not the biggest he'd seen, but even from here, he could feel the magic. Charlus helped Max out of the boat, and they began as a group, the long winded trek up to the castle. The buzzing of the first years was so loud Charlus found himself lost in his thought, not paying attention to where they were going, there was a woman in front of them; she was fairly old, and had a tart expression on her face, she seemed to have been talking, hopefully she didn't notice.

Charlus was an enigma to most people, he was an outdoorsy kind of wizard, but he loved to read as well, and even though he had read about the ceiling of the great hall, he still let out a gasp – along with all the first years. The first years and Charlus were huddled in front of a stool, the house tables were full of students, some chatting, others fully interested in the soon-to-be-sorting.

A welcoming speech was said by the headmaster, and then McGonagall approached the stool, placing a tattered hat, and pulling a scroll out of her robes.

'To be in Sixth year; Charlus Sparks, please approach the sorting hat' She spoke in a no-nonsense tone of voice. Murmurs erupted the hall in a wave, funnily enough it was the Slytherin table that burst out in whispers, most are purebloods after all.

Charlus warily approached the stool, the hall was silent; you could have heard a pygmy puff squeak. Sitting on the slightly wonky stool, he placed the hat on his head. Charlus absently thought to himself that first years were lucky they didn't have to see the hall, as they most likely wouldn't be seen.

'Helga Hufflepuff's idea. She didn't want the little ones to be scared' said a strangely deep voice.

Charlus descending from blood of the purest wasn't socked.

'Muggleborns are much more fun to sort' the hat pouted, if hats could pout…..

'Erm ok. Sort me then, please?'

'Hmmm, you're smart, but unfortunately for Ravenclaw, you're a bit hot-headed and prefer practical over theory, and although you have manners, kind, and are loyal, you really aren't hardworking enough for Hufflepuff. Gryffindor…. Mmmm I see, you're definitely brave, and daring enough, very daring indeed, but that daring could easily be cunning…. Slytherin or Gryffindor. In Gryffindor you'd make friends of different backgrounds, but in Slytherin with your blood, you'd be King…. Hmmm, Cunning, but brave.' The hat ended in a ponder.

'To be honest I don't mind what house I'm put into, but I don't want to be in Slytherin, I Don't want to be worshipped for my bloodline, well ok I admit I'd enjoy it a bit.'

'No, you're not ambitious enough for Slytherin, anyone else with blood as pure as yours would definitely make use of it. And you helped Max, earlier on I see' the hat ended.

Suddenly Charlus was nervous. The hat had stopped talking, was this meant to happen? As if to answer Charlus' question the hat roared – 'GRYFFINDOR'. The Gryffindor's cheered loudly as Charlus walked over and sat down. A smile was sent from across the table at him. Charlus sent a small smile back at Remus.

The sorting went on with Charlus paying only half of his attention, until McGonagall called 'Matthews Maximillus'. Charlus watched smiling as Max slowly approached, he was shaking but it was obvious he was carrying on no matter what. The hat was on his head for about two minutes, and then it once again shouted. 'Gryffindor'. Charlus cheered and as Max approached waved him over, he wasn't sure why, god knows that boy could talk, but he liked this little boy, kind of like a little brother.

'Do you have an owl?' Charlus asked.

'Erm, no why?' Max replied

'Well you can borrow my owl Zeus if you want to right to your parents, I know they're muggles, but if you describe the houses, I'm sure they'll understand.' Charlus said with a caring expression on his face.

'Thanks, but my mum and dad are dead, I live with my Nan.'

'Oh, er sorry Max I didn't know, well how about you borrow Zeus and write to your nan then?'

'Thanks' Max said with a sad smile on his face.

Charlus felt awful, he knew what it was like to be an orphan, but he was a Lord, so he was okay really, his parents weren't exactly the 'doting' kind, they were more, you will find an heir, there family will go back at least fifty generations, and that's if you can't do better, sort of thing. They had died just this summer, thankfully it wasn't anything tragic, they had died at the same time, in their bed sleeping, strange though it was – Charlus knew even if his mother could be a bit of a hassle, she was a secret romantic.

Charlus finished his meal in silence.

'First years follow me please' Said a new voice, the girl had red hair, and brilliant green eyes.

Charlus could see that Max was upset, and none of the first years had spoken to him, although they couldn't understand much (Gryffindor boys don't tend to be to tactful with emotions) they could see he was upset, and needed some time. 'Hey max have you got any siblings?' Charlus asked curiously.

'Nope, it's just me and my Nan' the boy replied.

'Well then, you don't know the joys of a piggy back ride then? That won't do, climb up!' Charlus stated in a do-as-i-say-voice. Charlus really felt guilty about this little boy being upset, he had just discovered he was magic, he should be on top of the world!

'er, I can walk Charlus it's fine'. Max replied warily.

'Call me Charlie, Maxxy!' Charlus called back in a fake enthusiastic tone – for the benefit of the sad boy.

'Fine, but only if you call me Max' the boy stated in an extremely serious tone. Charlus stared back astonished this boy was an enigma, where did this serious side come from? Where was that happy chatty boy gone? It appeared that Max was playing around when he let out a small laugh and grinned. Charlus laughed as well, why was he laughing so much? He was Lord Sparks, he wasn't supposed to laugh, often…

'Bend down then' squeaked Max

Charlus obliged and all to soon Max was getting a piggy back ride, from Charlus, all the way to the Gryffindor tower. Max was mainly silent the ride, although he did 'oooooh' and 'ahhhhh' in all the right places; at the moving stairs and portraits. Charlus placed max down outside of the fat lady.

'Wattlebird' said the girl with red hair, perhaps a bit too loudly, although that was probably more for the first years benefit. The girl stepped in, followed by a large group of eleven year old boys and girls, and a sixteen year old Lord.

'You'll get your timetables in the morning, I think you've had enough excitement for one day, off to bed please. Girls, stair case on the left to your dormitories; boys on the right.' She said with a tone that leaked authority, but a very kind smile. The first years all but ran up the stairs, in excited little squeeks, all but one that is, Max stood there looking longingly towards the staircase. Charlus approached the boy, and kneeling down put a hand on Max's shoulder.

'What's wrong pal?' he asked.

'I didn't speak to any of them at the feast! What if the y don't like me? I'm not going to have any friends for my whole seven years here! I'm going to be that weird boy in the class, aren't I?' he said a mile-a-minute, not aware that his eyes were starting to become dangerously moist.

'Hey, I didn't speak to anyone but you either did I Max?' Not waiting for an answer Charlus continued. 'I tell you what; we'll always be friends, so we at least have on each?' Max nodded apparently not believing his luck. Charlus stood up, winked at max and waved his wand.

'You didn't say anything, do you really think I believe you did magic?' Max said.

'Well look over there' Charlus laughed pointing to the stairs.

Max's mouth dropped, as a large box came zooming towards the two. Charlus quickly caught the box, and opened it, pulling out twenty chocolate frogs. 'I tell you what you walk in with these, and I'm sure you'll make friends.' Charlus winked.

'Thanks!' Max squealed, picking up the sweets hungrily.

With another lazy wave of his wand, the sweets tied themselves together, forming a large stick like shape. Charlus handed it to him with a whispered 'Don't eat them all yourself, and you better hurry before that prefect comes and checks!'

Max ran up the stairs, stopping only at the first to turn around as if to say thanks, but Charlus sent him on his way. Charlus banished his box back to his trunk with a flick.

'That was a really nice thing you did there.' Came a soft voice that made Charlus jumped. Charlus turned around to see the face of the prefect that led them here. 'Is that your brother?' she asked Charlus.

'Nope, just a lost first year I met on the boats' Charlus laughed.

'Oh, well that was extremely kind, their isn't many who would do that for someone they just met, especially for a Muggleborn' she said in a surprised voice.

'Why what's wrong with Muggleborns?' Spat Charlus with a coldness that most people were shocked to believe he even possessed.

'N-nothing! I'm a Muggleborn myself! It's just although I love the wizarding world, some people don't like to talk to people who are Muggleborn.' She stated in a voice that was determined yet kind of apologizing.

'Ah I see, well I like people for their personality, not their blood' he said approaching her.

'Charlus Sparks. Call me Charlie' Charlus offered his hand to the redhead.

'Evans, Lily' she said with a soft smile, but suddenly her face dropped. 'Sparks, Charlus Sparks! As in the Lord' she asked hoarsely.

'Well yes bu-'

'Stay away from Marie, in sixth year, she's been fawning over you since last January, when you were in witch weekly.' She said, cutting him off.

'Thank you, that's very… kind Miss Evans' he smiled.

'Call me Lily' she blushed.

Charlus kissed her hand, span around and walked up the stairs to his bed, he barely managed to take off his boots before he was asleep.

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The next morning Charlus awoke to the sound of heavy breathing, and light snores. He clambered out of his bed and went to brush his teeth, walking toward the door that wasn't the entrance. As Charlus entered, he absently heard the shower being switched off, but he wasn't awake enough to pay much attention. Charlus was looking in the mirror as he saw the boy he met on the train walk out, Charlus hungrily looked over his body slyly. He wasn't toned, but he had a very nice body, he was only wearing a fluffy white towel, around his waist, Charlus' gaze finally reached the boys shoulders and he dropped his toothbrush.

Lupin seemed to have noticed he wasn't alone, and he made eye contact with their new room mate. 'Fuck' muttered the boy as he ripped his towel off and put it over his shoulder. Charlus was confused he thought this boy must have been abused? Who would cover their scars in favour of whipping out the crown jewels… Suddenly it clicked. He's a werewolf. Charlus being a platnumblood had of course been tutored from a young age about these things. It all seemed to make sense, why he looked ill on the train, why he smiled at the thought of being in his sixth year, his eyes that looked as though they should belong to an adult, who had a hard life.

'Werewolf, you're a werewolf.' Whispered Charlus.

'N-no I'm not' The boy tried to deny making his way to the door rather fast paced.

Charlus reached into his waistband, and pulled out his wand, quickly locking the door, and then sending a silent, silencio towards it.

'Yes you are Lupin' Charlus said calmly.

'Accio towel!' the towel came flying towards him and he caught it in his hand.

'Please, I'm not I swear to Merlin' the boy muttered, seeming to have already given up. Lupin fell to the floor, on his knees, his eyes downcast, as though he'd just been told his whole family had died. His head bowed as though he was expecting a killing curse to come towards him. Charlus conjured a robe and pulled it over the boy. Lupin seemed shocked, why wasn't this boy running, or screaming?

'I'm sure you didn't ask for the curse' Charlus muttered quietly, pulling him into a hug. Lupin appeared to break down, as though no one had ever hugged him before. 'I won't tell the boys in our room don't worry, but you shouldn't be so careless!' Charlus said in an oddly father-like tone.

Charlus didn't understand, he wasn't prejudiced, but he had been taught he was better than everyone (bar his parents), he seemed to have become a mother hen, since he entered the train, first the Muggleborn and now this werewolf.

'W-why?' croaked Lupin.

'Because although I imagine the staff or at least the headmaster knows you're a werewolf, we do share a room with a Black, you know the family that keep trying to pass muggle hunting and 'half-breed' hunting through the Wizengamot' Charlus said softly. Lupin was still crying and shaking. Standing up Charlus took Lupins robe off, Charlus ran a single finger over the scar. Charlus prodded at it with his wand, and Lupin screamed, flinching.

'Shhh, I'm not going to hurt you Lup-Remus, I promise' Charlus stated in a kind soothing tone. Charlus pulled Remus into another hug and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, in an attempt to calm him down. Remus slowly caught his breath back and smiled at the boy before him.

'I'm just gunna hide the scar for you; you don't want people to see this surely? I mean, it would be nice to go swimming this summer eh?' Charlus whispered.

'H-how?' Asked Remus.

Charlus didn't need to reply, he just moved his wand in a complicated motion, and listed an extremely long phrase in Latin under his breath. Slowly the scar seemed to shrink, the harsh bite mark, turning into a soft pink mark, slowly distorting into a short line.

'Sorry, I couldn't get rid of it, but I could disguise it as something else' Charlus said. Charlus unlocked the door, but kept the silencing charm on. Lupin just sat their dumbfounded.

'you seem like a good bloke L-Remus' Charlus said kindly, catching himself nearly calling him Remus.

'I wouldn't want someone to find out your secret, you'll have a hard enough time in life I imagine, without getting your NEWTs.'

Lupin stood up, apparently not noticing he was still naked, or not caring, he pulled Charlus into a kiss, not a friendly kiss you give to a relative – not even a kiss you'd give to a spouse, no this was a kiss that was full of thanks and lust. Suddenly Charlus was kissing back and groping Remus, he was lost in a blur of tastes aromas and colours. Arousal seemed to have overcome Charlus, as he stood there his boxer shorts tented, he broke the kiss.

Fuck what had he just done? This boy probably wasn't even gay, he'd just helped out a fellow dorm mate, and the boy had obviously thought he needed to repay him in somehow. No he wouldn't let that happen, he didn't do it for sexual favours, even though he wouldn't mind shagging Remus senseless, sometimes Charlus really hated teenage hormones.

'Thanks' came a broken croak.

'Don't worry about it Lupin, you thanked me enough' Charlus said with a wink, that wasn't to convincing due to the blushing face. Stupid blush always betraying me, Charlus thought annoyed.

'Yes erm, the boys know about my er 'Furry-little-problem' but thank you, you don't know how much this means to me'. He said, starting to cry again.

'Erm well, you're welcome' he replied, not knowing what to do, it's not like he could help him, how can you hug someone when your cocks harder than a house-elf's skull? 'Don't mention it' he finished lamely. As he was walking out the door, three boys came storming in, obviously hearing their friend in tears. Black, and his two friends jumped into the room. Looking at a crying Remus, who was still naked, and a aroused boy, it didn't take a genius to know what conclusion they were going to come to.

'You filthy bastard' screamed black as he jumped at Charlus, pinning him to the ground.

'No Sirius, it's not like that!' Called Remus.

Black started punching Charlus in the face repeatedly. Charlus was disorientated, was this why he was told to treat people as his lessers? If you're nice people hit you? Charlus absently noted a coppery taste in his mouth.

Remus couldn't believe it, the nicest thing that had ever happened to him, and now Sirius was beating him up, with a low growl Remus petrified Sirius. 'You fucking mutt! He isn't a RAPIST' Remus spat.

' I kind of kissed him, and well yes that's why he was aroused, it did get a bit erm, hot' he finished awkwardly. 'You fucking tit, he realised I'm a werewolf! And do you know what he did? He changed my scar! It's no longer a bite, Padfoot! It's just a normal scar that I could have got as a child! People won't be able to know I'm a werewolf! He did the kindest thing someone has ever done for me, and then you go and fucking hit him!'

Charlus was pinned down by a petrified Sirius Black, it wasn't Sirius' fault, Remus petrified him, with Charlus' wand to boot! Charlus could see the angered eyes of Blacks clearly soften as realization dawned onto him. Remus levitated Black off of him and into the corner where he performed a counter-curse. Charlus slowly stood up, and spat the blood that lingered in his mouth onto the floor.

'Thanks Remus, but Sirius was doing what he thought best, he was just being a good friend.' Charlus said with an indifference. Sirius just stared shocked, he knew platinumbloods, he should have been strangling Remus, and then killing Sirius for assaulting him. 'Sorry Sparks' Muttered Sirius.

'Don't worry black, I'm not going to be using any of those platnumblood Laws, Lupin is lucky to have you as a friend, but next time just tell me if you want to sit on my cock?' Charlus winked and sauntered out, much to a very-unlike-padfootness spluttering.

Charlus sat down on his bed, what the hell had happened to him, when did he become so horny all the time? He should have told black off! Not made innuendos! Hogwarts was changing him already; maybe just maybe he'd enjoy his time here.