IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE CHRONICLES OF FAYT GO READ THAT FIRST OR THIS WHOLE STORY WILL NOT MAKE SENSE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Chapter One: A Little Piece of Heaven

Jason Black's POV

Number 12, Grimmauld Place

I'd be lying if I said the first week of living with Sirius wasn't downright awkward. Getting up in the morning and having breakfast with the occasional stilted conversation, running into each other in the hall and not knowing what to say. Entertaining myself was even worse. I was stuck in a house with a man I didn't know, and said house had no electricity. That meant no tapes for music, no TV, no Atari. No movies either. I was bored. And had nobody to talk to. I'd sent James one letter and it'd been returned unopened.

I was the bigger person and tried to talk. James refused and I wasn't going to throw myself down at his feet. Nope.

But, getting back to Sirius. It got weird when he'd slip up and call me Harry. I just wasn't used to it. Per his request, around the house I'd unmorph a little. Normal eyes back at least. I kept my hair. I was pretty sure I'd look stupid if I had undone it. I haven't had a hair cut in oh, a year and a half? I did let my 'hawk grow out to about six inches. It ticked Sirius off, but he said nothing.

Speaking of Sirius… his mess-ups had bugged me so much I'd actually had to tell him I'd prefer to be called Jason since I was used to it and not Harry. He'd said that I could call him whatever I wanted. Sirius or Padfoot, he'd explained more about the Marauders and their pranks. He said even though legally and publicly I was supposed to be his son, I didn't have to call him dad or anything. I wouldn't feel comfortable with that either. It'd be weird.

Everything with Sirius was weird. Siriusly weird. Pun very much so intended.

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"Jason!" I jerked upright and looked around the room. "Wakey wakey eggs and bake-ey!" I gave Sirius an odd look.

"You cooked? I didn't know you can cook."

"I can't. But, we are going out for breakfast and you can get eggs and bacon. You don't have to though." I rubbed my eyes and looked at Sirius.

"Where are we going today?"

"Well, you seem very… subdued. At Hogwarts you were like, on crack half the time. I figured a teacher could visit a student at his home over break and offer to take him to the movies. James seems to be the missing factor as you were crazy when he was around… and now he's not and you're PMSing and he's the only person you beat the crap out of on the train. Plus… he lives the closest." Sirius grabbed me by the back of my shirt and hauled me outta bed. "Go get ready, we're going to see one of those muggle movie things you talked about. Maybe even pick up a few ladies."

He shoved a towel into my hands and shoved me into the bathroom as I protested seeing James. He was being a jerk. "But… I don't want to go to the movies!"

"Too bad. You said you're bored, and going to the movies made you un-bored, so we're going to make you un-board!" He slammed the door behind me and walked off whistling. I grumbled and grudgingly took a shower, all the while cursing my guardian that proved to be more immature than me.

I toweled my Mohawk and spelled it up. Sirius might have mentioned the combination of wards had an effect of making magic undetectable here. A lot of pureblood mansions had that effect oddly enough. Not that this place was a mansion. Kind of creeped me out actually. All the snakes were weird.

I walked into the hall and back to my room, towel slung low. Stupid Sirius, I didn't have any clothes to change into, so I was running around naked. I wanted to slap him… I grumbled and trudged into my room and pulled on a tight-ish dark grey shirt and worn-out blue jeans. I tugged on socks and laced up my tennis shoes.

Making my way downstairs I yelled to an upset portrait that it should meet my muggleborn friend who was coming over later and bringing a Weasley. It looked torn between killing me and crying. I laughed and bounced into the living room. "I'm hungry."

"And I'm serious." Sirius grabbed his car keys and followed me outside to his non-descript car. "You know, I only learned how to drive because it bugged my parents. Same thing with my motorcycle."

"You have a motorcycle?"

Sirius grinned and shifted gears. "It's a flying Harley." He sped off too fast and three minutes later stopped outside an all too familiar building. "We're taking James out for food too, I've already arranged it." He thought about it. "Stay here and fiddle with the radio thingy. You like muggle music." He got out and left the keys in the ignition. I had a strange urge to jack the car. I snickered and turned the knobs until I found a station that was playing that American band, Nirvana. I cranked the volume, the car was actually shaking from the bass line and drums. "I won't move away from here, you will have to fear-" I sang along to the lyrics and waited for Sirius to come back.

I had my eyes closed and was mimicking the guitar lines and I jumped when the volume went down. "What was that crap?"

I glared at Sirius. "You're Siriusly stupid. That, is Nirvana. It is amazing." I smacked his hand away from the dial and cranked it up again. I ignored Sirius's complaints and James who was pouting in the backseat. I continued to play the song on my invisible guitar.

"What are you doing? Play the air guitar?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. I'm playing the actual song. My old music teacher would teach me guitar during recess. The other kids would pick on me 'cause I lived in the orphanage. She taught me to play."

"You don't have a guitar of your own?"

I laughed. "No, I'm too damn poor. I guess I could buy one now though. All the money from the interview, but I don't want to spend any of it because if I spend some I'm pretty sure I'll spend it all." I forced myself to stop playing along and listened to the next song that came on.

"Well, as fun as listening to Nirvana or whatever that is, food." Sirius turned down the radio and stopped the car in front of a café. "I loved this place. Haven't been here in years." He lead us in and sat down in a booth. "Best pancakes in the world." James sat down on the other side from Sirius and I sat down next to him.

James just glared at the table as the waitress handed out the menus and introduced herself as Mary. I picked up the menu and scanned the breakfast part. Pancakes with cinnamon and sugar and ice cream. I almost drooled.

"I want the dessert pancakes." I declared before setting down the menu.

"Damn good choice. The ice cream is handmade too."

"You boys know what you want to drink?" The waitress asked.

"Coffee." Sirius said quickly.

James ordered coffee as well. "Hot chocolate with extra whipped cream." I gave her my best smile and she smiled back.

Score! I still got it. "Of course."

I smirked at Sirius and he shook his head. "Suck up."

"You're just mad I'm better at getting girls to like me."

"I could out do you any day. Sirius Black is a sex demon."

I snorted. "So is the dog that lives down the street. Doesn't mean much if you get ugly chicks, only counts if they're good looking."

"And you, a twelve year old, know sooo much about women."

"That I do." I smirked at him and Sirius laughed. "What? The ladies love me! Just ask Fred and George. They saw me talking to girls while I was shirtless. Older girls too."

Sirius cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah! Just ask your cousin."

"Tonks?"

"Yeah! On the train ride back!" I grinned. "I didn't have my shirt on. It was all bloody so I took it off. She was praising my fighting skills. Girls love bad boys."

Sirius was laughing. "Good luck dating girls six years older that you."

James was glaring at me. "What? There is nothing wrong with dating people's ex's. They aren't dating them so it's all good." Sirius snickered as James glared more. "What? You two aren't getting back together."

Sirius choked. "They dated? Wow, no offense, but man. Didn't see that one coming. She seemed to have very high standards."

"I think she raised them after me. No repeats." I was pretty sure he muttered something about stuck-up uh, female dogs.

"Well, as fun as this is. I want to order food. I waved the waitress over and quickly ordered. Sirius's not well thought out plan wasn't really working. James's mood was bad…

Sirius ordered his food and tried to make conversation between us ordering and getting our food. It didn't really work.

"So, uh, James. What're you going to do after Hogwarts?"

"I want to be an Auror."

"That's cool."

James shrugged. "I guess. Probably won't work."

"Why not?"

"I'm an orphan muggleborn. They check that kind of thing."

James's deadpan answers kind of ended all conversation. "Here you go!" I almost jumped as the waitress came out of nowhere and set my pancakes in front of me. "Your dessert pancakes!"

I grabbed my fork and dug in. They were pretty damn good. Even better than Hogwarts. Better than anything I'd had before. "Shirish. 'Ee are comingf 'ere allf der shime. 'Ish is weally goof." I shoved the warm and cold and melty and sweet and delicious pancakes in my mouth. "Damf goof."

It took me all of three minutes to eat four pancakes the size of dinner plates. Sirius and James were only halfway done so I sat back, feeling like I was going to explode. "Feeling alright there?"

"No, but it's all good." I patted my stomach and grinned. "Damn good pancakes." I leaned into the squishy booth chairs and closed my eyes. "We have to eat here more Sirius. You can't cook worth a damn, and I'm not too hot either."

"You're getting better though."

"Meh." I shrugged and looked at James. "So." He ignored me. "Sirius here pointed something out. Tom, the bartender at the Leakey Cauldron, is always looking for summer help around the place. He has a room in the back that he loans out to long term boarders. Sirius ran away from home and worked and stayed there. He made enough to pay for Hogwarts as well."

"I won't get the student fund."

Sirius spoke up. "You make more than a hundred."

"Hmm." James stabbed a sausage and moved it around his plate.

I glared at him. "Before you were a stubborn ass, now you're just being a dumb ass. Grow up James." He threw me a glare and I resisted the urge to hit him. "Come on. You're being stupid now."

"You got adopted."

"So? I can't help that I'm cuter than you." He smacked me. "Hey!" I socked his arm.

"Children." I ignored Sirius and pushed James as he tried to knock me off the bench of the booth. "Hey!" I looked up as Sirius yelled. "Knock it off, you two aren't little kids.

"He started it." We spoke in time and pointed at each other.

Sirius rolled his eyes and went back to his breakfast. "Idiot kids."

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"Dude! That movie was awesome!" I squinted a little as we walked into the bright sunlight. "Hello, Clarice." I mimicked Hannible. "That was soooo cool!"

"Seriously! The sneaking out by putting the security guards face over his?! That was disgusting!" James was walking next to me as we did moment by moment reenactments of Silence of the Lambs. "That movie was disgustingly amazing."

"I still think the crossdressing tranny's skin-dress was grosser than the security guard. The tranny was just sick and twisted, Hannible was sick and twisted to a purpose of escaping. Way different."

"It rubs the lotion in the skin or else it gets the hose again." James gave me his best crazy-mass-murderer-who-kills-massive-amounts-of-people look as I laughed. "Freaking crazy movie!"

"I wanna see it again!" I slid into Sirius's car and was still raving as we pulled away. "That was amazingly disturbing."

"I am never taking you to a horror movie again." Sirius laughed. "You scream like a little girl you big wuss."

"Hey, it's not my fault, you picked the movie!"

"You said you wanted to see a horror, and I thought Silence of the Lambs sounded less scary and I didn't want to deal with a twelve year old's nightmares."

I gave Sirius an affronted look, "I do not have nightmares."

"Hence you screaming in the middle of the night."

"It was the morning and I had a horn blowing in my ear."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "That is beside the point."

"No, it's not."

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I walked into the Leaky Cauldron and went up to the bar. "I want a firewhiskey." The bartender looked at me funny.

"Yeah? How old are you, fourteen?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. A butterbeer." The bartender grabbed a bottle and handed it to me.

"Three sickles."

"Sirius!" Sirius wandered over. "I need money."

He laughed. "Ordering alcohol? Did I say you could?"

"No, but I did anyway."

He slapped a galleon down. "Keep the change, Tom."

Tom looked at Sirius. "Sirius Black? My god, you got old!"

"Hey! Not my fault, there are no hairbrushes or anything one would use to keep themselves in good health in Azkaban." Sirius shot the man a playfully angry look.

"True, true." Tom looked at me. "This the kid the papers are going crazy over?"

Sirius put his hand on my shoulder. "Sure is."

"How come you call 'im Sirius and not dad?"

"Cause he's younger than I am."

Tom laughed. "I believe it."

I popped the lid off my butterbeer and took a swig. "James over there-" I pointed to him, over by a group of teens. "He wants a job. He's poor."

Tom looked up at Sirius. "You know the kid?"

"Yep. I taught him."

"You, Sirius Black, are a teacher?"

Sirius laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "Dumbledore roped me into it. He's a sly old dog. More than me."

"Hard to do."

I gulped down butterbeer and slammed down the empty bottle. "I'm going to go grab James." I jumped out of my seat and wove my way through the smokey pub to James. I poked him hard in the back of the head. "James." I poked him again when he didn't turn and tried to wave me away. "James." Poke. "James." Poke. "James." Poke. "James." Poke. "James." Poke. "Jamesie."

"WHAT?!"

"Tom wants to talk to you."

He glowered at me. "This couldn't wait?"

"Probably could've. But you were ignoring me." I gave him a grin.

"Shoo munchkin."

"But I don' wanna." I sat myself down next to a girl that I thought was a seventh year Hufflepuff. "Hey." She laughed and waved then ignored me. "Just 'cause I'm thirteen…"

"You're twelve." James pointed out.

"Thirteen in…" I counted the months off. "Three months."

"You're twelve."

I threw an arm around the girl. "Aww… come on, I'm not that much younger than you."

Her friends all laughed as she blushed and moved my arm away. I pouted and grabbed James's arm and dragging him with me. "Come on James."

He shrugged me off. "You are so immature and annoying you little idiot. And shameless. Where did you learn your manners?"

"You."

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I would write more, but I'm sick. Well, sort of. Massive sinus pressure. And my glasses aren't strong enough so I have a headache from that too. I'm going to the optometrist soon. But, I have a massive headache that hasn't gone away for a week. Fun.

Also. FIRST CHAPTER OF BOOK TWO UP! WHOO! Everybody do a little happy dance! Yay! I'm actually being… not lazy. It's amazing. First time in my whole life that I've been non-lazy. Woot. I should dance. But I won't, because I suck at dancing. And, I'm bored. Hence me rambling.

But… poll is still open. I'm changing the wording to friends, not friends and Sirius. And removing 'End of Year One' as a selection. I love all the 23 people who have voted. Whoo! So popular… lol. Feel free to screw the stats and vote twenty times if it'll let you. I'd do it. Lol.

So… yeah, I should stop writing this long-ish Authors Note but if I do then I won't have anything to do and I'll end up watching some stupid show with my mom and dad and my five year old nephew. Lame. Oh well. Vote. Review. Do something.

REVIEW REPLY- Many asked why James isn't living with Jason and Sirius! Answer to said question: James and Sirius are student and teacher. No matter how cool a teacher is, I'd find it weird to move in. Maybe it's just me, but I'd prefer to not live with the person. Also… Sirius is still trying to help and make things as un-awkward as possible, because James was unhappy. (I'm not sure un-awkward is proper English, but you get my point.) Hopefully my logic makes sense. And, I'll admit, I was debating James living there, but it wouldn't sit well with me. Plus. It's my story. So there. Just kidding. Well, I'm not, but still, it sounded rude.

JASON AND JAMES MAKING UP MAGICALLY- Before you all review saying it didn't make sense, don't tell me you've never gotten in a fight then tried to act angry, then gone out and done something and forgotten you're supposed to be mad. It happens. So, yeah, that's what happened. It made sense to me and hopefully it makes sense to you too now if you didn't get it. Half the things I say are only understandable to me. I'm used to being questioned.