"Henley!"
Why God invented little sisters, I'll never know.
And on that note of God creating people, He and I need to have a chat on why he would ever create one Sirius Black. He must have been utterly bored.
"What, Haley?" I grumbled sleepily as I kicked off my comforter.
"We're leaving soon! For Hogwarts! Can you believe it?!" She squealed happily as she pounced on my bed.
"Stop hopping or I'll kick you off my bed," I grunted as I sat up, "You don't want a bump on that pretty little head of yours on the first day, now, do you?"
"You wouldn't," she glared.
"Try me," I smirked as I mussed my short hair.
She just kept glaring as she sat there.
"Well?" I rolled my eyes, "Get out so I can get dressed, yeah?"
She shot me a final dirty look and stomped out of my room, slamming my door behind her.
"Brat," I sighed as I tugged a dresser drawer open.
"Henley, get up!"
"I'm up Mum! God!" I shouted through the door.
"Don't start your attitude already!" She yelled back.
Reason why I love Hogwarts? No family. Well, that's a lie now, seeing as Haley started this year, oh, and my two cousins are there, but mostly no family. Reason I hate Hogwarts? Too many to name. But the words Black, Potter, Lupin, Pettigrew, and Marauders have a lot to do with it.
Which is why I dreaded the first day back.
Because I knew- I KNEW- Sirius Black would try and ask me out again. For the 4,723rd time. And that's wasn't an over-exaggerated number. He kept track.
Lucky me, huh?
That was pure sarcasm, just so you know.
"Henley! Aren't you going to hug me goodbye?" Mum sniffled.
So over-dramatic, that woman.
"Mum, I'm going to see you in three months. It's not like I'm moving to Somalia forever or anything," I sighed as I hugged her.
"Keep a sharp eye on Haley, you know how she-"
"I got it Mum. Write a lot. Keep an eye on Hals. Stay out of Trouble. Study. Anything else?"
"Let her sit with you on the train? She-"
"Wha-ho-hoa. No way. No freaking way. Twerp-face can sit with the other Firsties."
"Henley you let your sister sit with you," Mum demanded.
She had the look. I don't go against her when she has the look.
"Fine!" I yelled, clearly defeated by the tenacity of my Mum's creepy 'I'll kill you' look.
Dad just stood there staring at Mum in fear.
Yes. My Father is a bit of a wimp when it comes to my Mum. Must be the twenty years of wedded bliss.
"Bye Dad," I said as I side-hugged him.
"By, Kiddo. Take care," He said as he kissed my head, "And I'll send some money in a couple weeks."
Shocked that he had mentioned it at all, I looked to see Mum crying all over Haley. Which explained him feeling safe enough to actually tell me instead of passing a note like he usually did. Because if Mum knew their money was going to fuel my Hogsmeade trips, she'd have a conniption, then probably murder my Father with that ridiculously expensive and gaudy piece of crap Victorian era lamp that doesn't even work. And then she'd be out for blood and come after me with the shards that remained of said lamp. My mum- though I love her- is absolutely batty.
"Come on Hals, you don't want to miss the train," I sighed as I slung my bag over my shoulder.
"Bye Mummy and Daddy!" She cried happily as she skipped to my side.
"Be safe!" Mum cried with a wave.
"Yeah, because Lord knows we're going to be killed in a runaway train crash," I grumbled as we stepped into the ride to Hell, "Come on Hals, this one."
"Why are we sitting in the back?" She asked as she slumped in the seat.
"Because it's empty, that's why," I said with a roll of my eyes, "Please tell me we aren't going to play 100 questions on the way th-"
"Oi! Well, well, well! If it isn't Henley Morrison!"
"Haley, can you kill me now?" I groaned.
"Who is this little one?" He asked as he swung himself into the cabin and sat next to Haley.
"My sister. Can you sod off now please?" I sighed as I sat across from them.
"Nice to meet you," He smirked as he shot me a glance, "I'm Sirius Black."
"I... I'm Haley," she blushed.
"Oh Jesus," I grumbled as I hit my head on the window, "Hals, it's best to just ignore him."
"Why?" She asked.
"Because he's a self-centered, egotistical prat who needs to get his priorities straight," I glared.
"Henley, I'm only eleven. I don't understand half those words," She whined.
"That's okay Haley," Sirius smiled, "That was aimed at me anyways. Henley likes to avoid answering questions properly."
"If you are referring to the times I rejected your asking me out, I have fully explained my reasons of declining you in more ways than one. So I repeat. Sod off."
"I want him to stay!" Haley whined.
"And I want to stay. Majority rules," He laughed as he stuck his tongue out at me, "Oi! Prongsie, I'm in here!"
"Black, I swear to Merlin if you invite them in here-"
"Look who I found, mates, it's Henley! And this here is her little sister Haley. Firstie," He grinned as he motioned to us.
"Go away please," I grumbled as I slammed my head against the window again.
"Get in, Moony," James groaned as he shoved Remus into the seat next to me, and when I say shoved, I mean shoved.
"Yeah, give me a bloody concussion you arse, I'll kill you," I spat as I rubbed my head where it had practically smashed the window.
"Sorry, Henley, are you alright?" Remus apologized as he set his hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I waved him off.
Remus, though annoying at times, is at least considerate, and not a complete cad.
"She is, she fell down the stairs a couple weeks ago and she survived that," Haley stated matter-of-factly.
"Hals! Shut it! And It was only three steps for Merlin's sake! Maybe if your crap wasn't in the way it wouldn't have happened!"
"It's okay Haley. Henley has all kinds of accidents at school," Sirius chuckled.
"Yes, and ninety percent of them involve you getting on my nerves," I sneered.
"Pete, mate, do you ever stop eating?" James sighed.
"No?" Peter answered warily.
"You're going to eat yourself to death."
"I can't eat myself! Can I?" He asked as he looked curiously at his arm.
"Oh my God, I'm surrounded by insufferable gits," I mumbled.
"Is he serious?" Haley whispered.
"No, I am," Sirius grinned.
"Oh, hah. Because that joke's not worn out or anything," I drawled.
"You love that joke," he grinned as he put his arms behind his head.
"I don't love anything that involves you, Black," I snapped.
"Denial," He smirked, "You love my- how did you put it?- Ah yes, 'self-centered, egotistical prat' of a self."
"In your conceited dreams maybe," I scoffed.
"Kind of like in yours, Henley?" Haley smirked deviously.
"Don't you dare, you little brat," I scowled.
"What does the child speak of?" Sirius piqued, turning to my little devil of a sister with a sly grin on his face.
"She said your name in her sleep last week-"
"Haley what the hell?!"
"-it sounded quite romantic," She grinned.
"Haley you shut your little twerpy mouth right now or I'll-"
"Told you she fancied me," Sirius chuckled, "She's even blushing."
"I'm not blushing you twit, I'm red out of fury. Fury that I will murder you with," I snapped.
"You're blushing and you know it," he smirked as he leaned his head back.
"Someone remind me to push him down the stairs later," I sighed as I leaned my head on the window and closed my eyes.
"No one's gonna remember that," James chuckled.
"I will!" Pete yelled far too loudly, considering we were in a small enclosed space.
"No you won't," James laughed snidely.
"Black! Stop dogging me! Don't you have some brainless bint to chase after?!" I growled as I spun around to face him.
"You know, if you just said yes, I wouldn't ask you twenty times a day," He grinned.
"And if you stopped asking, you wouldn't keep getting rejected! I don't date, and I'm most definitely not dating you! I would sooner date Pettigrew!"
"You would rather date Petey than me?!" He said wide-eyed.
"There are many things I would rather do than date you. Like feed myself to the Great Squid-"
"Eh! Leave Greg out of this!" He warned as he pointed a finger at me.
"Sirius, no one but you calls it that," Remus sighed with a roll of his eyes.
"Jamesy, tell Remus I'm not the only one who calls it Greg," Sirius whined as he and Peter joined us at the top of the stairs.
"Calls what Greg?" James asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"The Great Squid, you twit!" Sirius scolded as he smacked James upside the head.
"Ow! And yes, you're the only one who calls it that," James winced as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Told you," Remus said blandly.
"Henley, didn't you want us to remind you about the stairs," Peter spoke up, hating the fact that his presence was being completely ignored once again.
"Pettigrew, you are now in my good graces," I said as I smirked mischeivously at Sirius.
"HAH! And you said I wouldn't remember!" Peter said triumphantly as he hopped- well, more like jiggled- in front James.
"Let's just talk this over civilly, yeah?" Sirius chuckled nervously as he put his hands up defensively.
"Civilly?" I snorted as I stalked up to him, "You have been anything but civil to me since I met you."
"I have always been a gentleman. As gentlemanly as we Marauders are allowed to by the code that we set out for ourselves first year. The code that we should have added a bit more to, if I had know that some crazy bird was going to try and assasinate me by pushing me down a flight of stairs, and I would have made sure that-"
"Black?" I interrupted.
"Yeeessss?" He drawled.
"Shut up," I grinned as I shoved him.
He didn't get too hurt.
It was only like, seven steps.
No real harm done.