A/N: The power was out at my house, so I wrote this up while I was waiting for the electricity to come back on. Sorry if it doesn't make much sense.
Sirius knocked on the door, bracing himself for the worst. He didn't know where he would go if they turned him away. Not Remus, his parents already have enough to deal with, with him being a werewolf and all. Definitely not Peter, he was good as a friend, not as good as a roommate. The knob turned and Sirius gulped.
"Please; please let my best mate come through for me." He thought to himself.
"Sirius?" James asked incredulously.
"Hey, James."
"What are you doing at my house?"
Sirius rocked back and forth on his heels, "Uh…well…you see…"
James chuckled, "Spit it out Padfoot."
"I ran away from home and I needed somewhere to stay so I came here."
"How'd you get here?"
Sirius nodded his head toward the magical motorcycle parked in the Potter's driveway.
James nodded, "Well, let's get it out of the rain."
Sirius hadn't even noticed it was raining. "Perfect," He thought bitterly,
"I'll have to fly in this."
"Unless…" a tiny voice in the back of his head said, "they take you in. There's a good chance."
Before Sirius started arguing with himself, he noticed James running up his front porch steps.
"Your bike will be fine in the garage. Now get out of the rain, Pads. Mum will kill you if you come in soaked."
"I-I can stay?"
"Well of course you can. Even if mum says you can't stay in the house I'll pitch you a tent in the garage."
"Thanks, Prongs."
"Don't mention it. That's what best mates are for."