I don't own Harry Potter. I'm not cool enough.

Eventually this story will become slash, Sirius/Remus James/Lily Peter will have a personality, Regulus will actually exist, Severus won't just be a cranky bastard, and there will be guest appearances from Bellatrix, Narcissa, Lucius, and Andromeda. I just figured that, well, what would it be like, to be Sirius Black? Born into a family that tells you you're superior to all other wizards and then somewhere along the way you are disowned by your family and make friends with three of the most unlikely people. And since I could find any fics, I figured "Aw hell, I'll just write my own." And Ta-da!

Long enough intro. Lets kick things off eh?

Chasing Sirius

Strong but slender fingers wound long ebony locks delicately, piling her hair in ringlets and fastening them together with a glittering gold comb. Adrienne Black watched her reflection steadily, keeping bronze eyes on the woman pulling up her hair as she glossed her lips expertly.

Finishing the task, Isabella leaned forward and whispered politely, "Mistress, they've arrived. Altair is opening the gates for their coach as we speak." "Very good Isabella," the woman announced. She rose to her feet, fastening the clasp on her other dangling earring before waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, not even bothering to look up.

Her blond head nodded and she bowed respectfully before stepping out of the room. "Isabella" The woman called sternly, drawing the servant girl back in. "Yes Mi'lady?" The servant froze, waiting for her next command. Adrienne stood, fastening copper colored dress robes around her slim waist as she spoke.

"Where are my sons?"

Mentally sighing, Isabella responded resignedly, just barely restraining a sigh. "I will go check on them Mi'lady." The Mistress of the house turned her attention to her shoes "Well see to it then."

Isabella hurried up the dark corridor, past the numerous hanging portraits and statues that decorated the hall nearly tripping on the family's cat as it scurried away from the sudden noise. She brushed past several house elves, putting together last minute touches for the arriving guests. Rounding the corner in long strides, she lifted her robes with one hand and flung her blond braid behind her with the other, reaching the door with a huff and flinging it open.

Inside stood a boy of about ten years in front of a full-length mirror anxiously straightening black robes and smoothing his dark hair.

However, through the open door to the adjoining room, the older boy looked much like he had woken just moments ago. Shoulder length hair a tangled mess and still in pajamas, eleven-year-old Sirius Black flashed an award-winning smile at the flustered nanny.

"Good morning Isabel" he yawned, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he slowly padded over.

Rolling her eyes Isabella sighed heavily, focusing on the younger of the two, "Oh Master Regulus, thank goodness for small miracles. You're almost ready?" She asked, reaching out a hand and straightening his part for him. He nodded and smiled, revealing a gaze identical to his mother's. "I am now, though Sirius laid right back down after you woke us. Are they here yet?" "Yes Little Master. They're coming through the gate right now. Your mother is almost ready herself and your father is downstairs already."

Turning her attention to the boy currently throwing his robes on, she looked over her shoulder at Regulus, sensing his next question before the words could leave his mouth. "Yes Master Regulus, you may go down to join him." Regulus smiled briefly "Thank you Isabella." He acknowledged, then nodded and headed down the stairs.

"Thank you Isabella" Sirius squeaked, mocking his younger brother.

Isabella glared, fastening the boy's dark dress robes and grabbing a nearby comb. This boy was going to make her old before her time- she just knew it. She already looked far older than her 35 years, goodness knows how old she'd look by the time Sirius was grown. If I live that long she mused. "Sirius! Honestly. Your cousins are to be here at any moment and you are a complete mess!"

The boy heaved an overdramatic sigh, shoulders sagging. "Here it comes." He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"If you weren't running so late then I'd have time to give you the usual lecture, but since you don't even have the decency to get up…." She trailed off, knowing all too well the futility of this argument. Even the boy's mother couldn't win some of these arguments. "And what on earth are we going to do with your hair!" She exclaimed. "We wouldn't have to worry about it if you'd just-"

"No-" Sirius drawled. "We are not cutting my hair. Ever. Period. I like it long."

He smirked, knowing that it would just vex the girl further. Feeling a sudden pang of remorse he opened his mouth, "I'm sorry Isabel. I didn't mean to make so much trouble for you." It flew out before he realized he was apologizing. To show her he was sincere, he let her tie his hair back. It was a motherly gesture, and one he knew she enjoyed; Sirius had always felt close to his old nanny. She had practically raised he and his brother; and though Regulus may keep her at an informal distance now, Sirius found it impossible to look down upon someone as kind as Isabel. Brushing his hair back tenderly, Isabella couldn't help but smile.

Sirius certainly was different than the rest of his family.

Living with the Blacks was not unbearable, but there were mannerisms to be learned, a aura of submission to be adopted. They were definitely proud, and Sirius was no exception, and even though she may not know exactly how he was so different, Isabella could see it in his vivacious blue eyes. There was something there that none of the other Blacks had.

"There we are, all finished." Isabella nodded, taking in the sight of the boy. "Your shirt's wrinkled" She noted with disapproval, "but it will have to do. Now hurry on downstairs or your mother'll have your head"

Sirius nodded eagerly and ran out the door, poking his head back in the doorway a second later. "I don't look that much like a house elf" He said indignantly, and stuck out his tongue. "You will when I'm through with you if you don't get downstairs" The woman half teased, ushering him out. "Now go!"

"Thanks Isabel!" The boy exclaimed, before bounding down the stairs to meet his newly arrived cousins.

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