A/N: Hey readers, this is my first fanfiction so please leave any comments you feel necessary to improve my stories. The Marauders are a group of friends that I wished JK Rowling had gone into more detail with, so I have taken the liberty of trying to write about them from the beginning to end. The point of views may shift from character to character, but I hope you enjoy!
D/N: I am not JK Rowling. I do not own anything other than the plot of the story, the characters are all of hers, I am just trying to build off of what I know and fill in gaps.
Chapter one:
"SIRIUS!" yelled Mrs. Black with no patience as usual, for any of her children.
"Coming, Mother?!" replied Sirius trying not to be too loud or too quiet knowing later he would pay for it. He was just reading an old spell book he had found in his parent's room. He knew it was dark magic from the moment his eyes laid on it the first time, and his little mind was too curious to keep his hands off it. Obviously, he knew he would never use dark magic but being as bored as he was he thought it was one of the more interesting things to do than cleaning or doing chores like his mother would insist.
As Sirius came running down the old creaking, creepy stairs, his mind kept wondering what he had done wrong this time. He knew he didn't steal, miss any of his chores, or missed any school work that his mother had given him because he was homeschooled.
When Sirius came into the rather large kitchen, his mother gave him the usual glare, he always wondered why his own mother would hate him so much. He had done nothing wrong other than being born and the occasional stealing of an item. His younger brother, Regulus, was always fawned over by mother and he was not only jealous but mad at his brother. Regulus always blamed everything on him and it was getting old. Sirius always got in trouble even when he didn't do anything wrong at all.
"Your Hogwarts letter came in the mail, and I need you to come with me to go get your things now. I want to leave here in 10 minutes if you're not down here by then you will be getting a beaten later, do you hear me? I want to be in and out of that filthy mudblood place in one hour, so no messing around either".
Sirius had never been so happy in his life. He would have jumped up and down with excitement if it hadn't been for his mother who would beat him in a second. He began to wonder what house he would be put in but then stopped because he knew what house he would be put in because all of the Black's had been put in the same house year after year. He would be a Slytherin, and he didn't know what to think. In a way, he wanted to be a Slytherin because his whole family had been one and he would most likely be popular, and at least he knew he would have stupid Lucius to talk to even if he was cruel just like the rest of his family.
But in the back of his mind and in the bottom of his heart he knew he did not want to be Slytherin because he was sick of it. He didn't want to be cruel, or a bloody cheat like everyone else in his family. He wanted to be different and a nice Black for once. He wanted to be sarcastic and outgoing for a change and he knew he would never be able to do that in Slytherin.
Sirius ran and read his letter at the same time as he was running back up the stairs to change. He looked at the clock and it read 7:30 AM. Why did his mom always have to wake him and Regulus (Reg) up early? Ever since they were little, they had to wake up early and now it had become a habit to Sirius and he hated his mom for it. He just thought that once he got to Hogwarts on weekends he would sleep in till whenever he wanted. Hogwarts would be Sirius's sanctuary.
For once, as Sirius had the Floo powder in his hand, he had hope because he was going to Hogwarts.