Sirius Black…He was handsome, of course, everyone knew that, but he was a Black, in Gryffindor, okay, seriously? It wasn't the house, it was the person. He should have been a stupid Slytherin, but no. I would never fall for that bloke and that was a fact. And another fact was that he looked ridiculous when he sat alone by the lake, so then, why did I watch him when he did…?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Harry Potter, just so you know. If I did, Sirius would still be alive and Fred would have survived, George might have died, but probably not.

A/N: Hello all peoples of this planet and possibly others (hey, aliens are interested in Harry Potter, you know they are)! So, yeah, my first Harry Potter fanfic, I'm happy. Be happy with me and read along…We're off to see the wizard, the magical wizard…okay the rest doesn't make since here…:

Crap.

Crap-ola.

CCCCRRRRAAAAPPPP.

C-R-A-P.

This really couldn't get much worse, could it? I mean really, why did it have to be that? Someone searched my stuff and took…DUN DUN DUN: My silver, heart shaped necklace. It wasn't even expensive or anything, it was just ordinary, one galleon and a few sickles, and that was just a maybe. I didn't know exactly how much it had cost, and that was because I hadn't bought it, and I know what you're going to be thinking, 'Just get over him, oh my gosh, can we say desperate?' but my X had gotten it for me. Sam Clarke. Of course, he was completely gorgeous, and wonderful, and perfect, but he dumped me, third year. He was in Gryffindor, I was in Ravenclaw, this was my fourth year. It was the very beginning of the year, the very night we had gotten to Hogwarts, and guess what happens? Someone got into my stuff. Everything was there, except the necklace that I still treasured, none-to-healthily either.

I wasn't the prettiest girl in school or anything, far from it, but did that mean I didn't think I was a much better girlfriend than that Elizabeth Lee? Of course not. I thought I was a thousand, no, a million times better. Actually, I didn't just think it, it was a fact. I had dark brown, silky hair and pale blue eyes. Okay, so I might not be as pretty, or have as good a body as tiny, little Lizzy, but I was still a better girlfriend. Of course, I'd never spoken two words to the girl, but what did that matter? Facts were facts, after all.

I shoved my things in the drawers, not in the mood to talk to my friends, if I was being honest, I wanted to go fly my broom, maybe even play a game of Quidditch, I was the captain of the team this year, a fact I was very proud of. All of this seemed to be merely a distraction for my mind though, I really just wanted to sulk, and if the air was the only place I could be alone, so be it. I sighed, we weren't allowed out of the dormitory, let alone out of the castle, this late. I'd have to wait till morning, I'd wake up early.

Yes, I could distract myself all I wanted, but I knew what the truth was. Distracting me isn't actually all that difficult, my attention span is pretty short, if I'm not doing something, I get very impatient, very quickly. I'm not exactly sure why I'm in Ravenclaw, probably because I'm smart, but not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, not conniving enough to be in Slytherin, and not…well, not dopy enough to be in Hufflepuff. No offense to you Hufflpuffs, your dopiness makes you wonderful in my eyes. As for the Slytherins, be very offended.

When I'd finished stuffing my things in random places (I didn't feel like being organized, no doubt Catie would reorganize everything anyway. She was the one who had to have order.) I fell onto my bed, closed the curtains and fell asleep.

I actually did wake up early that next morning, it surprised me just as much as the next person, but I was happy I had. The flying was just as incredible as it had been my first time. That feeling never faded. By the time I came back to myself enough to be aware of my surroundings; I realized I was late for breakfast.

When I walked into the Great Hall my eyes unconsciously drifted to the Gryffindor table, like they did all of second year, when Sam had first caught my eye, and third year, before and after he'd dumped me. I scanned the table, noticing him sitting at the end of the table next to some other fourth years. I named them in my mind, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter. Huh, he'd never hung out with them before. Weird.

"Alex!" I heard my name called from the Ravenclaw table and looked away from them. I saw Catie and David motioning toward me from the table.

"Coming!" I called back, thoughts of the popular fourth years completely forgotten.

SIRIUS POV

Sirius glanced to the Ravenclaw table, carefully, not too noticeable, but still long enough to get a good picture of her. She wasn't there. His stomach dropped. Why wasn't she there? Where was she? Where could Alexandria Hunt be? Alex…she was beautiful, with her long dark, pin straight, brown hair, here piercing pale blue eyes…she wasn't like other Ravenclaws either, she wasn't some level-headed, smart, quiet bookworm. She was…different.

"Oy," James said, startling him out of his train of thought. "Looking for that girl you fancy?" he smirked.

"Oh yeah," Sirius muttered in reply. "You're one to talk. You made any progress with Evans?"

"Least I've talked to her," James replied, a faint blush in his face now.

"Maybe I was going to today!" Sirius said to his friend.

"Sure you were," James said, smirking now.

"Remus," Sirius said, turning to his friend.

"Not getting involved," he replied, turning the page of his book.

"I bet you, you couldn't have a thirty second conversation with Hunt by tomorrow," James said.

"I'll take that bet!" Sirius practically exploded.

"Good. Loser has to buy the winner anything they want at Zonko's." James eyes sparkled at the idea.

"Whatever you bloody say," Sirius muttered quietly.

Sam Clarke walked in then, he sat next to Sirius, looking as if he had something to say. Sam Clarke…Sirius hated him, he was pretty sure Alex still fancied him, and he knew for a fact he'd broken her heart. Did he think he'd be a better boyfriend to Alex than Sam ever was or ever could be?

Pretty much.

But it looked like he had something to say, so Sirius closed his mouth and let the man talk. However, before he started to listen, he glanced at the Ravenclaw table again, in time to see Alex slide into a chair beside Catherine Green and David Green, her twin friends. And right then, his day was made.