Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of it's character belong to JK Rowling. I only wish I owned Sirius Black.

I've decided to post this chapter now because I have hope it will help me finish the next one. I have the tendency to be unmotivated, if you read my Lily Fanfic I'm sure you've noticed by how long it's taken me to get those up.

Chapter One: The House of Black

He knew their schedule well, he learned quickly when a good time was to finish his adventures. His parents didn't mind too much if he slipped out between lunch and when his Father came home, but it was a small four hour gateway in which to interact with the outside world. He'd only grown close to a few people he was allowed to escape with. His Uncle Alphard, and his cousin Andromeda, unfortunately Andromeda was no longer on good terms with them. He liked visiting his Uncle the most, he had a very fond memory of just a few weeks ago, they went to celebrate his acceptance into Hogwarts by going to a nice Muggle Restaurant, he talked their ears off about Muggles, what they wore, the way they talked, the types of food they tried, his parents were angrier by the second. He honestly thought they sent him a howler, he didn't understand why they were surprised, he had done the same for Andromeda that's where he got the idea. He sent he a letter all about the night, how happy he was to go to Hogwarts soon, and he asked so many questions. That inspired her visit today. He knew not to ask his Mom, she'd throw her out of the house, she'd been mad because she recently married a "Muggle". He welcomed her into the house, asked her question upon question before they got into the sitting room with the tapestry.

"Personally I'd like to burn the tapestry." Sirius said bitterly to his cousin Andromeda.

"She'd never forgive you for that. Cheer up, you're going to Hogwarts soon. You'll go months without having a glance at it."

"They're already mad you know, because I've been owling you.. Mum's been a bloody wanker about the whole thing."

She patted his head and sighed. "Of course she is. Marrying a wizard that isn't a pureblood is treachery to her. I don't mind you talking to me in the least. You're my favorite cousin."

"I won't get into Slytherin." He replied suddenly. He hugged her tightly she smiled.

"Every Black's been in Slytherin. I was and I didn't turn out like them. You'll make lots of friends that aren't like them." That seemed to bring a smile to his face before they left the room, and the tapestry alone. "How's Regulus?"

He merely shrugged there had to be some way to trick the sorting hat. His parents would be furious, but he loved a challenge. They were too old fashioned, and by old fashioned he meant Dark Ages. Just last night he was reprimanded for talking to one of the neighbors. He didn't understand why, the boy had a remote controlled car. He just wanted to see how fast it could go. Too bad Regulus already went back inside to tell Mummy and Daddy. Damn traitor, he knew he was interested in it too. He knew that's why his parents didn't like him as much. He didn't want to follow them blindly, at Hogwarts he was determined to talk to Muggleborn wizards. After all who cared what his parents thought? They couldn't do anything while he was in the school.

It took him the majority of an hour but he finally lost them. Sirius was quite happy as he stood outside of Quality Quiddich Supplies. He had his things, books, robes, cauldron, potions ingredients; rubbish, all of it. But he wouldn't be able to have a broomstick like he wanted. So he stood outside the window and looked over the new brooms, debating which would be best for him. He wanted Regulus to have come to the store with him, he was really the only friend he had, he'd miss him horribly.

"We'll get you a broomstick next year. Then you can play Quiddich for the Slytherin team…" His mother said happily, running a hand through his hair.

He cut his mother off. "Who says I'm going to be in Slytherin." He looked up at her an annoyed expression on his face.

"You will be in Slytherin…Just like all of your noble ancestors…" She replied sternly as if she could read the future.

He scoffed loudly then went back to staring at the brooms in Quality Quiddich Supplies. Suddenly he felt himself being pulled away, the next thing he knew they were back at the house. Damn side by side apparation.

"Go to your room now." She yelled at him. He gladly went up the stairs and slammed the door behind him. Good riddance, he thought bitterly and he laid on his bed. He knew what would happen next, she'd sob to his father about how he was disrespectful and how bad he was. Then he'd get a long winded speech about how he should be a good boy and subject himself to brainwashing like his brother who was no trouble at all. He rolled over onto his back and sighed. This couldn't be how all wizard families were.

He woke up less than two hours later, because of the loud banging on his door.

"Yeah…." he said groggily.

"Your Mother said we need to talk." His father said in a voice that made him frown.

"I don't think we need to…" He mumbled when he opened the door, he didn't make eye contact, he knew the fierce looks he had when he was mad.

"She said you were being disrespectful." He pulled him out of his room by his shirt. "Were you being disrespectful son?"

"A little…" He feigned sniffling. "But I just….I'm excited about Hogwarts Dad…."

"And you don't want to be in Slytherin house why?" He didn't loosen his grip. "Why can't you ever be a good boy?"

"Grandma said boys are more difficult at my age.." He said unsurely, half expecting to be smacked.

"Your brother always does as he's told. He doesn't talk back." He let go of his shirt and crossed his arms. "Can you behave long enough to have dinner, or should I just send you back to bed?"

"I'm hungry Dad.." He whined. "I didn't eat a good breakfast or lunch…"

His father glared at him, he wasn't much for feeling sorry for anyone, ever, even when he felt really sick as a small child, if it interfered with what he wanted to do, he should be punished.

"Why didn't you eat well?" He asked in an unfamiliar tone.

"Mum was mad because Andromeda came over…she wanted to see if I needed anything for Hogwarts still…" He replied.

"Did you ask her to come over, you know how we feel about her Sirius. Dinner with your Uncle was inappropriate enough for you. You don't understand about Muggles, your too young to…"

"I only got a few bites of my toast, then Mum sent me up to my room. I was real hungry at lunch, but Mum said we couldn't have more than some soup and a bit of Sandwich because dinner would be big…"

He sighed after much deliberation. "All right. But I don't want you to say anything unless your spoken to and no cheek, or your coming right back up to your room."

"Yes Sir…." He kept his eyes on the ground as he walked down the stairs, his father behind him. When he got to the dinning room he made eye contact with his Grandparents and smiled.

"My goodness Orion, each time I see him he looks more and more like you."

"Excited about Hogwarts Sirius?" His grandfather asked when he took a seat.

"Yeah." he grinned. "I'm going to start packing my trunk tomorrow. Mum had it sent back, they spelt my name wrong, and they forgot the crest."

"How'd they spell it S-e-r-io-u-s?" Regulus teased.

"No, they spelt my middle name wrong. They spelt it O-r-y-a-n, do you think they thought we were Irish?" he and Regulus laughed.

"Don't say stupid things." His mother replied crossly.

"Sorry Mother…" He replied in a sad tone causing his Grandmother to intervene.

"Oh Walburga dear, he's just a curious boy, aren't you? He'll make us proud yet."

"I'll try…" His mother set down a plate of food in front of him and gave him a nasty look before he picked up his fork and started his dinner.

"Thanks Mum, Sorry I was bad before, I just want a broomstick…I bet lots of first years have them, even thought they can bring them to school."

"Maybe if your good this school year someone will get you one for your birthday." His Grandfather said, his father nodded in agreement. Everyone else was starting on their desert course, making him look foreword to it more.

He took another bite of his potatoes. "Why can't first years have brooms Dad? We take flying lessons right? We like Quiddich too…"

"Phineas always said the first years grades were poor if they were allowed to play." His Grandmother replied. Sirius ate in silence while smirking about what he wanted to say next, as it would be cheeky he didn't but his father watched him curiously. He ate his steak, most of his potatoes and some peas by the time everyone else had finished their dessert, he was debating if the temptation of the five layer chocolate cake were worth the comment he wanted to make. His parents were such good hosts they ushered his grandparents into the living room, along with Regulus, so he could finish his dinner in peace, or because they knew he was thinking of something cheeky to say.

"Dad?" He asked before he was out of the door.

"…Yes…"

"Phineas as in Phineaus Nigellus my great-great grandfather, the one that makes you and Mum cousins?"

"What did I tell you before you came down to dinner?" he replied angrily. He was sure his father was heard by everyone in the next room.

He took another bite of his steak. "I'm just curious…"

"Back to your room when your done with dinner. I don't want you offending your Grandparents, again."

"I already promised I wouldn't call them Granddad Uncle Arcturus and Grandmum Aunt Melania again." He whined.

He sighed and shook his head. "Kreacher, when my idiot son finishes his peas make sure he goes to his room and doesn't have a slice of his the cake his grandmother made."

"Yes Master." he bowed deeply and Sirius rolled his eyes. His Father left the room slamming the door behind him.

"Kreacher, can I have the pepper, a glass of water and some cake?" He said happily.

The house elf stared at him a minuet. "Master said the young Master can't have cake."

"Just the cake Grandma, did Mum make cake?" He took another bite of steak. "Where's my water? Are you disobeying orders from me?"

Kreacher scurried to the other side of the kitchen muttering to himself. Sirius continued to eat his meal. He was just about finished when Kreacher brought him his glass of water, he took a drink of it, trying hard to think of something wrong with it. His father peered into the room.

"Do you want to say goodbye? You probably won't see them again until Christmas with school."

"Sure Dad." He hopped out of his seat and strode to the door.

"Goodbye Grandma." he gave her a hug, his father eyed him carefully. He broke the hug then went to hug his Grandpa. "Bye Grandpa."

"Congratulations on your letter." he replied "Learn well from all you teachers and study hard."

"I will. I can't wait to use my wand." he smiled.

After they disapparated his mother rounded on him. "Must you always be so troublesome? All your rubbish in Diagon Alley, then you sleep through dinner, and say rubbish about your grandparents. Your brothers been no trouble at all."

His father sat in his favorite chair and let out a long sigh. He opened up the evening Prophet, sparking Sirius interest, but his mother was still cross.

"I told you I'm sorry." he frowned.

"Yes, but when you say your sorry, you often don't mean it." She replied sharply. It was true, but he knew better to agree.

He just looked over the arm of his Dad's chair at the crossword. It took him a few minuets to figure out he was still there.

"Your done with dinner?"

"Yes sir." he replied, he was watching the quill move across the boxes.

"Tired?" he asked certainly aware of what his attention was drawn to.

He shook his head then rested it on the arm of his chair. Orion smiled lightly.

"Want to help me with the crossword?"

"Yeah." This was probably the only time he wouldn't get yelled at. When he sat with his Dad to do the crossword he didn't get yelled at. There were a few times when he was younger, he'd plan his pranks to his brother around the crossword. Once in the early morning, then again at night. His mother would storm in the room absolutely furious Regulus' hair was singed, or that he was locked outside in the rain. But his father didn't like being bothered when he was in the middle, so if they were doing the crossword, he'd hear her bellowing, then yell back in the same angry manner, "Well he's being good now, no need to punish him.'

"What's number three across."

Sirius looked toward the bottom and read it out loud. "A person born to a wizarding family who can't perform magic. Five letters, a Squib."

"Yeah, you want to write it in?" he handed him the quill and he marked the boxes.

"What's seven down?" Is it a spell?" Sirius asked.

"Agumenti. Yeah, it's a spell, it conjures water, you'll learn it at Hogwarts."

Sirius wrote that in the boxes then gave the quill back to his father, who laughed.

"You don't know any of the other ones?" he shook his head.

"Number seventeen across is Flurish and Blotts, that's where we bought your school books." He wrote the name in his boxes.

"Now which one should we do?" Orion asked.

"Four down, it's two words the third letter is I. It's an ingredient in Age Tonic."

"I thought you told him to go straight to bed?" Walburga said sharply when she came back into the room.

"Did when he was misbehaving. He's not doing anything wrong now dear."

"He isn't doing anything wrong…yet…."

He seemed to ignore her while thinking up an answer to the crossword. "Abione Syrup? Eleven letters?"

"Yeah. It's Eleven letters."

He heard Walburga scoff before she went back into the kitchen.

"What's Mum doing?" Sirius asked.

He lifted his quill from the paper. "Getting ready for dinner tomorrow. Since your trunk wasn't ready so she can't cook all day tomorrow. I think she wanted to take you to get your haircut before school, it's getting long.

"Then it's September first…"

"You nervous?"

"No," Sirius lied. "I want to go to school, I want to make friends…" he yawned.

"I hope you want to do the work as well. Andromeda just graduated, but Narcissa's still there. You'll make friends, you're a pure blood, everyone knows a famous Black…your Grandparents donated money to Hogwarts, and to the Ministry, we're so well respected…" He looked down, noticing his son fell asleep.

He pulled his trunk down the hallway like all of the other students. He scoffed at the girls who giggled as he walked past them. Quickly he opened the compartment nearest to him and leapt inside.

"There a troll out there? Oh! I bet someone got a hold of those new stink bomb fireworks. Mum wouldn't buy me any." He said sadly.

Sirius started to laugh. "No, it's just, the girls in the next compartment looked like they were going to invite me there, and well., they looked annoying. But wouldn't that be wicked? Have a few of those go off in the Great Hall during the feast?"

The other boy started laughing. "Good one. I got a bunch of dung bombs we can set off in the dungeons."

"What night do you want to do that? I'm in." He replied happily. "Maybe we could switch the signs for the bathrooms too."

"That'd be worth a laugh." The boy seemed to think on it a moment. "Maybe I can find a spell to create a vomiting toilet, you know, you flush they spit up. We'll put those by the dungeons too."

They started to laugh again, ignoring the door opening again and a girl came in and sat across from them.

"I bet the castle has loads of secret passages. If I get lucky I'll go to Hogesmeade every weekend." Sirius said happily.

"I'm going to figure out how to raid the kitchens. Nick some of the good stuff only the teachers get."

"Firewhisky?" They both laughed again. ignoring the boy that was now there, talking to the girl.

"When I'm Quiddich Captain I'll treat the team to Firewhisky. Heck, if I can find it why wait?"

"You'd better be in Slytherin."

"Slytherin?"

"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" The boy said turning to Sirius.

"My whole families been in Slytherin," Sirius said.

"Blimey," he replied. "and I thought you seemed all right!"

Sirius grinned. "Maybe I'll break tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"

James lifted an invisible sword. "'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!' Like my Dad."

The boy on the other side of the compartment made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. "Got a problem with that?"

"No," said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny that brainy.."

"Where are you hoping to go, seeing as your neither." replied cutting him off with a smirk.

James roared with laughter. The girl sat up, rather flushed, and looked between they boy on the opposite side of the compartment with dislike. They left the compartment moments later and the boys went back to their conversation from before.

"But seriously mate. Don't cause any trouble without me. We'll be a team. My names James by the way."

"I'm Sirius." he smirked and extended his hand. James took it and they shook firmly like business partners signing a very important deal. "Lets give Slytherin hell."

Sirius was almost instantly sorted into Gryffindor. He saved James a spot at the table knowing he'd be there shortly. He hadn't been at Hogwarts a day and he'd already made a friend. It wouldn't be too long until he made a few more. He waved happily and cheered with the other Gryffindors. He watched the red headed girl from the train, as soon as she sat down he was ready to apologize, but she'd have none of it. She crossed her arms and turned away. Lupin sat close to her, he figured he had to know her from somewhere, it wasn't close, as she was chatting with some girls. Pettigrew looked terrified when everyone roared with cheers and pat his back. He felt bad, but he told James before he got into the great hall he'd save him a seat. As soon as James was sorted, as he was last the rush of excitement was larger than before, Sirius patted him on the back and they kept whispering back and forth to each other plans for their dorm room.

"Do you think McGonagal would care if we set up some intruder charms?" James teased. "Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll just be the two of us."

"She seems like she's as strict as my Mum, I'd be afraid to make her too mad mate." Sirius said. "Bet you anything I get a Howler tomorrow."

"Why? We're not going to get into anything tonight. I mean really, we have to plan these things. Pranks are only good if everyone remembers you for them." James replied with a laugh. Sirius smiled lightly but as the got to the top of the dormitory steps, he looked a little put off.

"My parents were really set on me going in Slytherin. That's why I'm going to get a howler, it'll be, 'How dare you not be in Slytherin, you're a disgrace to the family..'"

James frowned, Sirius picked his bed instantly, as they were the last two into their room. He watched the other boys organize their things for the next day but did nothing.

"If they're that awful I can write to my Mum and have her send a letter, It should work I'm a pureblood too, she was even in Slytherin, I don't know how, the sorting hat must have been broken that year."

"It won't help though…They'll just be furious at you parents too. It won't matter too much anyway, Dumbledore won't make me switch and he's not going to let them pull me out of school so…"

James nodded, as Sirius continued to tell him that the worst they could do is lock him in his room, where he'd just be bored for the summer, but it wouldn't matter after the breaks and the summer were over, he'd just come back to school. After he finished ranting, the boys both sent letters to their parents. James made sure to mention to his parents about Sirius' predicament.

He didn't sleep incredibly well. Surprisingly he didn't even think it was because he was in a new place, adjusting to four other boys being his room mates as opposed to living on his own in a room just for him, doing what he liked. No, it was because as much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, he was terrified he would go to breakfast to find his parents ready to pull him from the school. Then he'd never learn magic, and he'd be locked in his room forever. He spent a bit of time writing his name in his textbooks, if they did make him come home, at least he could try teaching himself his first year, they couldn't return them. He didn't really say anything as the other boys woke up and got ready for classes, he didn't know what to say, he connected instantly with James, mostly because they liked the same things, Quiddich, and pranks were at the top of their lists. Maybe James could still come and visit him if he had to leave…He said he was a pureblood after all. James yawned loudly before he sat up in his bed and reached for his glasses.

"Blimey mate, did you sleep at all, you look dead tired." James said. "Something wrong with the bed, mine isn't as great as the one I have back home. But its in better shape then I thought it would be."

"The beds fine. I just.."

"You nervous? Magic will be a breeze! It's just getting through the teachers droning on and on for hours we'll have trouble with." James replied as if it were the problem. Sirius couldn't help but smile. "We should get own to breakfast, we're getting our schedules, I hope we don't get History of Magic right away, I'll probably fall asleep in the class everyday. Everyone says its boring."

"What do you expect from a ghost?" Sirius replied. James shrugged before getting dressed in a hurry. By the time they left the common room was empty. They were quiet the entire way down to the great hall. It was likely because they'd all ready ran through everything they could think of the day before. They just didn't have much to say until classes started then they'd have a lot more to say. When they sat down he noticed the older student reading the Daily Prophet. Suddenly and owl swooped down, he looked over at it, frightened.

"My folks sent a response. Looks like a parcel too." James grinned and pet the familiar bird. He untied the parcel, took his letter and the bird whoed gratefully. He opened the letter and read it while another bird landed in front of him. He knew this one was his and groaned, fortunately for him today wasn't a day where he'd get a howler. He opened it up.

Dear Sirius,

We aren't that disappointed you got into Gryffindor. Despite the years of rivalry between the houses it would be a close second to Slytherin. We're actually very glad you've made friends with James Potter. I'm sure he'll be able to keep you on track, and with the other purebloods. We were so surprised to hear from his mother you expected a howler from us when you haven't done anything wrong, yet. Must you always make it sound like we're awful to you?

He rolled his eyes and thought about wadding the paper up and throwing it into the fire in the common room, which would actually give it a use when he was shocked by what he read next.

Regulus said he already misses you. Make sure you take some time to write to him.

"No Howler mate?" James asked. Sirius nodded, he was smiling as he scooped some eggs onto his plate. "My mum sent some chocolates and a batch of cookies. Excellent for class."

"What'd your parents say?" Sirius asked before taking a few bites of the eggs, feeling relieved.

"Just that they always knew I'd be in Gryffindor, they're glad that I'm making friends my mum wants me to write everyday. No chance of that, no one writes to their Mum once a day, maybe a couple times a week. But really I'm Eleven not five.."

Sirius laughed. "Your Mummy just misses her Jamie…" He laughed even louder when he saw the face James made.

"Never call me that again mate, sounded just like her. Half expect her to come pinch my cheeks and coo at me." He groaned. "See your upset your parents don't like you enough, my mum likes me too much."

"Well at least your Mum isn't married to her cousin." James had just taken a drink of his Pumpkin juice when he said it, he started laughing and many people looked over at the two boys like they were insane. Sirius just smiled lightly.

"Nah. My dad was in Gryffindor, maybe that's one of the things the sorting hat looks for when your being sorted. How far your willing to go to have pure blood children." Sirius smirked but didn't laugh, he frowned. "Your parents aren't really cousins are they?"

"No,or so they say, it goes back a generation. But their grandparents were brothers. I don't know what it makes them other than crazy."

"My Mum said we're related. My Aunt Pollux is your Grandma…She knows your family, guess that's why she was in Slytherin. We don't really see them much though… I always thought it was because Dad was busy at the Ministry and Mum was a healer. But if they had a kid my age I don't get it.."

Sirius shrugged. "Maybe they were afraid my Mum would try to get you engaged to one of my cousins."

James laughed. "We see Aunt Cassiopeia and Uncle Marius a lot though. Maybe she just…didn't get along well with her…"

Sirius shrugged. They ate the rest of their breakfast in silence except for when people around them would ask for something and they'd pass it to them. When McGonagal came around with schedules was the next time they started to chatter down the hall excited.

"Potions then Double Transfiguration, History of Magic then lunch, then Astronomy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms and Herbology. Do you reckon Defense is really jinxed by You Know Who?" Sirius asked.

"Nah, I think they just keep hiring pushovers. Then they give us detention and can't handle the way we act so, after a year they decide they hate teenagers and leave." James replied happily. When they got into the dungeons he frowned. "Great we have potions with Slytherins…" He patted Sirius on the back. "At least you'll see who and all your related to."

"Hahaha. Your related them to them to you know. Lets make a pact mate, we're breaking this vicious cycle and marring Muggles." Sirius replied. He held out his hand and they shook hands firmly before they took their seats.

Sirius lounged in his four poster bed. His parents sent him a howler two weeks ago because he wasn't in Slytherin. The nice thing was, James told his parents about it; he specifically wrote, my friend, Sirius Black, his Mum got a reply right away from Mrs. Potter. He got as close to an apology as he could ever ask for. They wouldn't be proud but at least they weren't making his life hell. They were however happy, he had a pure blood friend, they assumed James would lead him in the right direction, after all, his mother was part of the noble house of Black.

"See mate. I get detention and my Mum sends me cookies." James said to Sirius who scoffed.

"My dear Mum would send me poisoned cookies. Nah, maybe mind control cookies….I'd toss them regardless." James smirked and offered him some. He took a couple and smirked.

"So far in two weeks, we've managed to set potions on fire, blow up the bathroom on the third floor, give Snivillus boils, change the Slytherin crest into a donkey, convince six first year students The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is You Know Who…"

Sirius interrupted James after he finished the cookies. "Not to mention we broke into the kitchens at midnight for the past three days, we convinced Filtch his shoes were jinxed and were going to try and bite his feet off. We almost got to Hogesmeade…we'd of had butterbeer had McGonagal not caught us…."

He stopped when the door opened they shared a room with two other boys. Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, they had another roomate the first night but they scared him off when James and Sirius lit all the fireworks James has off in their dorm. He was a bit suspicious of Lupin, but all in all he didn't seem bad, he defiantly wasn't intimidated by them which Sirius thought was good. They both knew Peter was, but James liked the attention he gave every time he did anything, so he was okay with it.

"Remus, want to help us with a project? It would help to have three bright.."

"No Thanks James, my Mum's still furious about the last detention."

"We won't get you detention." He looked over at James skeptically. "We won't get caught. Well…you won't Sirius and I found a passage to what we think is Hogesmeade. We thought we might try making a map."

Sirius nodded and took another cookie. "How fantastic would it be to have a map that said where everyone was all the time?"

"We'd get away with anything." James added noticing the smirk on Remus' face as he took it in.

"Do you have anything so far?" He asked.

"Indeed we do." James replied. "We just need to figure out a few more spells and we should be set, of course it's going to change a lot before we graduate."

"Well I'm in." Remus said suddenly. "Show me what you've got and I'll look some things up in the library. It'll be months likely before we have a working one…"

"In the meantime I have my cloak. They haven't caught us sneaking around, well, Snivillus has but we don't count him with everyone else." James replied happily.

"And if we couldn't we'll cause a diversion. Right Peter?" Sirius asked Peter looked back at him with almost a starry eyed admiration.

"Really? Me too?" he asked expecting the worst.

"Yeah. I mean you know about it so, you have to sign on or we'll have to obliviate your memory." James replied with a laugh.

He looked terrified for a moment before they laughed, he knew it was a joke then and joined in. James rumpled his hair and yawned.

"I think I might just go see what everyone in the common room is up to. Maybe I can do some research." He said.

"I'll come with you mate. After all if it gets boring we can find some Slytherins to torment. Maybe during the winter we could charm snow balls to follow Slytherins around." Sirius grinned.

"But won't your Mum send you a letter that will tell you, you should be a good boy and be friends with the rotten Slytherin house?" James teased.

Sirius scoffed and crossed his arms. "Why would I want to listen to my Mum?"

Next chapter, chaos begins: There will be howlers.