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This story has been stopped! I am rewriting it under 'Forever and Always' which you can find on my profile (the first chapter is out now). It features the same characters and similar plot, only it is being edited. If you want to know more then visit the first chapter of it and maybe read it? Reading this will only cause excessive amounts of cringe and holds spelling mistakes that will make your bones shiver!

Repeating things always works, so once again, read the new 'Forever and Always' on my profile, not this one!

Brilliant. Thank's for coming to my story!

thenewmarauder

Author's Note!

Okay, so this is my first ever chapter of my first ever story, and I'd like to ask you to just read, become obsessed, ask for more, love me, love the story, and live your life like that. But, that wont happen, so I'll just ask you to read, enjoy and review instead! Thank you to anyone who does, and I hope you enjoy it! The more feedback I get, the more I'll be inspired to write!

Please give the story a chance, it gets better as it goes on! I promise! Thank you! And I usually write a little question, or comment, at the end, so if you could respond to that as well, it would be great! Thank you again!

A quick thanks to 'AnotherJilyShipper' for reading it through and helping me out!

Please excuse any mistakes!

P.S. THIS CHAPTER HAS CHANGED TWICE NOW, BUT AS I AM HAPPY WITH IT, IT WILL STAY THIS WAY NOW!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. J.K Rowling is a Goddess, and she owns all of the characters, places and other thingys in this story, unless you notice something you don't recognise. If so, that is mine.

Enjoy!

Summer, 1975.

I opened a large, golden gate, and walked up a long path. My black, shaggy hair, that fell just below my ears, was waving in the wind, and tiny droplets of rain were falling from the sky. My case was rolling along behind me, as I dragged it across the stony ground.

The door I walked up to was incredible, and that was an understatement. It was white, and massive golden decorations covered it. There were two symmetrical lion carvings imprinted on either side, and a great lion-head door-knocker, made of gold. I reached up for the door-knocker, but withdrew my hand, taking in the recent events that had happened.

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE THIS HOUSE! IT WILL BE THE END OF YOU, AND THE END OF YOUR ATTACHMENT TO THE BLACK FAMILY!" My mother, Walburga screamed at me, blocking my way out of this house.

I laughed at her, and pushed her out of the way, pulling my Hogwarts trunk behind me, figuring that was the only decent thing I wanted to keep from this house.

"SIRIUS!"

I laughed again, but the next thing I knew was vases, plates, and more obscure objects were being hurled my way, smashing against the walls. I dropped my case and knelt down, protecting my face with my hands. Unfortunately, a shard of glass rebounded from the wall, and cut into one of my hands.

"OUCH! YOU BITCH!" I screamed at her. I picked up an unbroken plate, and hurled it down the corridor, hitting my mother directly on the forehead, knocking her out cold. That may have been slightly unnecessary, but damn it felt good.

I picked up my case once more, and walked out of the door, not looking back once.

For those who hadn't guessed, my name is Sirius Black. I am quite tall, about 6ft (last time I measured), and have grey eyes, that twinkle with blue stars when me and the other Marauders get up to mischief. I was wearing a black leather jacket, and slim ripped jeans, the epitome of cool (in my eyes, anyway). However, blood trickled down my hand from earlier, staining it red, and my large, black trunk now stood behind me.

I had decided to run away that night, to seek refuge at my best friends house, as I had finally had enough of my family. They weren't all that great (bastards, to be honest), with all their 'blood-purity' standards, and their worries about their status in the world.

In my first year, I had been sorted into Gryffindor house, the first of my family to do so. It was against all the Blacks stood for, to be sorted into Gryffindor. It was wrong. Nothing could be worse to them. Unless you're called Sirius, and part of the Black family, which unfortunately for me, is both.

Until recently, I lived my life to rebel against my family. I hate my family, more than I hated greasy hair and teenage spots (and that's saying something). I had been practically disowned by the age of twelve, as soon as I declared my love for motorcycles and Gryffindor.
I plastered my bedroom walls with red and gold, and hung posters of motorbikes in every possible area. My pure blood parents had shouted, screamed, complained, and once or twice, even tortured me, to try and change my attitude. If anything, that only made me angrier, and more influenced to fight against them. But, like all good stories, the bad things must to come to an end, which is why I was here, standing outside Potter Manor.

I lifted my red hand, and used the great lion door knockers to announce my presence to the Potters. I knocked three times, and called out at the top of my lungs, "Prongs! Jamesie! James! Jimmy! Jamie!"

I turned my back to the door, to wait for my brother, in everything but blood. The great gold gates could be seen in the distance, and the acres of land between me and them were magnificent! The amazing full sized Quidditch pitch, the heated swimming pool, and the small forest, all owned by my best mate. The house, well, mansion, was just beyond brilliance! It had five floors, which included a ballroom, two living rooms, a kitchen, a library, a music room, 12 bedrooms (all with en-suite bathrooms), and a floor dedicated entirely to the Potter's job, which was forbidden at all costs! It had more, but they're the most impressive things!

I stood there, and inhaled the fresh, country air. Potter Manor didn't have any sort of similarities to my old home at Grimmauld Place, which was the main reason I loved it (plus the bonus of it being the Potters who live there).

"Padfoot?"

I spun around, and grinned. There stood James Potter, in nothing but a pair of tracksuit bottoms, showing off his muscular top half, and giving ME his trademark smile.

"Not the welcome I had expected to be honest, mate," I said. "Firstly, I expected clothing, who were you waiting for, Evans?" James laughed, "Secondly, rule thirteen of the Marauders, I expect a hot beverage and a snack. And lastly, I expect.. Maybe a welcome into your home for a few weeks?"

"Okay, okay. My turn. First, wait there." James turned around and shut the door.

"Dude! I was joking!" I knocked again, and a few seconds later, James reopened the door, in a huge grey trench coat, which actually covered him from neck to toe.

"This better?" He asked, pointing at his now covered body. I laughed. "No, I was not waiting for Lily, although how nice would that be?" He winked at me. " Secondly, I have Izzy making a hot chocolate and some sandwiches right now, and thirdly.." He cut himself off and bear hugged me, crushing my organs. "You're welcome here forever, you know that." He let go and grinned at me. "Come in you buffoon, we'll talk in our living room, and you can tell me everything."

I smiled and grabbed my trunk, which my parents had lightened with magic a long time ago, and followed James into the Manor, down the corridor, and through the second door on the left, into a huge red and gold room.

"You have no idea how much I've missed that fire, and that couch, and that little draw full of your favourite sweets," I said, as I jumped onto the couch closest to the roaring fire, and raided the draw, picking out some liquorice wands.

"I bet I have quite the idea actually," James replied, taking one of the liquorice wands. "You wanna talk about it? You've turned up out of the blue before, but never bringing your case." His smile turned into a frown. " They've kicked you out haven't they! Those bastards!" He grabbed his wand and started walking out the room.

"James, you prat, don't think you can sort this out mate, not this time." James turned around, and looked at me. "It's done, I finally gave up, I couldn't stay there any more. I left, no damage done, you don't need to act all brave and show them how great you are at duelling, Snivellus can receive that side of you when we get back to school."

James laughed, "So you're actually here for good this time then?"

"Well, until I find a place of my own, yeah, I suppose I am."

"Great, being here alone was starting to make me mad!"

I laughed this time, "Its been a week since we broke up, and you're going mad already?"

"You try living with just your parents and a house elf, in this massive place!"

I thought about that for a second. "You know what, I am going to try that, and I think I'm going to bloody well enjoy it!"

James and I laughed, and Izzy the house elf walked in, bringing the hot chocolate and sandwiches James had asked for. "Here you go, Master James, and Master Sirius!" The little elf jumped for joy. "Master Sirius! You're here!"

I smiled at the little elf, "Yes Izzy, and this time, I'm not leaving."

I looked at James, and winked. "This is going to be the start of a new beginning for me."

"And I'll be there, along with my parents, and Remus, and Pete. We're all here mate, you don't need those pricks in your life, we're your family now."

I grinned, and sipped my hot chocolate. "If this gets any cheesier, I'm going to throw up." James blushed, and I started laughing again. "In all seriousness though, thanks mate."

"Don't worry about it," James replied, "lets go upstairs, your old rooms just how you left it."

We both walked out, through the ballroom and up the many staircases that led us to their floor (which was the third, by the way).

"Have you still got the hot tub in my room?" I wondered.

"You put a hot tub in your room!" James shouted at me!

"You really do have hell of a big house if you didn't even notice me getting your Dad to transfigure my en-suite bath into a hot tub."

"You're a twat, do you know that?" James told me. "Why didn't he do that to mine?" He added to himself as an afterthought.

I laughed at that comment. "You wouldn't have me any other way," I replied. "When do you reckon we should tell your parents about me being here?"

"In the morning, lets get some sleep first, you bloody well look like you need it."

What would we do without best friends? "Haha. Thanks for that."

"It's your hair, it goes all frizzy when you're tired and angry."

"If I weren't tired, I'd slap you." I threatened.

"You know you're just further proving my point, right?"

"Shut up."

"Okay, okay." We stopped in front of Sirius' room. "Well, I'm sure you can find your way from here, considering you are standing in front of the door. My room is right next door, which is a bummer considering my Dad has knocked down the wall between our rooms now, claiming that we were inseparable and thought we couldn't live without each other in our sight for every bit of every day."

I laughed, and walked into his room, noticing the wall joining James' room and mine, well, not noticing it. "Wow, just like bloody Hogwarts. Well, I'm pretty used to sharing a room with you now, so, keep to the rules and we'll continue staying friends."

"You're making the rules in my house now! How does that work!?"

"Well, I'm older, and superior, and sexier, and more awesome."

"Dude, shut up. I have already drawn a line down the middle of the rooms, because I know how OCD you are about your stuff, so you have your half and I have mine, now go to sleep!"

I jumped on my bed, with everything just how I had left it last summer when I stayed. I rolled over and yawned, closing my eyes, not even bothering to undress.

"James?"

James sighed, "Yeah mate?"

"Thanks, for everything."

"Don't worry Padfoot, now go to sleep."

I laughed for the final time that evening, and turned off the lights.

Author's Note

Thanks to all of you if you stuck through to read this note, and please REVIEW! Until next time!

P.S. I'm actually working on my very own original story right now, as well as this one! It would mean a lot to me if you could visit my profile and check out the Facebook link for it? Thank you!