A/N: I will get better at this....Eventually. Hey, gimme a break, I'm a busy person!!! I'm trying.... Okay, now that my random "Sorry-I-haven't-freaking-updated" rant is over, without further ado, say hello to Chapter 2 in the Marauder's Saga!! (Cue dramatic music)

Disclaimer: ...... There would be too many spoilers involved in the creating of a funny disclaimer here. So I'm just gunna say: No. Sorry, but I'm not J.K Rowlings. But it'd be cool right? Heck, who wouldn't want to live in a castle and be richer than the Queen of England?

Chapter 2- Sirius

At last... At last! He was away from them! Away from them all! No more dreaded cousins, whining brothers, and ugly-hearted parents to worry about! For once in his young life, he was finally happy. He couldn't stand staying at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place for even a second more. It was strange, too. After all of his family history, all of the darkness and evil, why was he so different? Sirius didn't know either. There was just something... captivating about the scarlet lion, bravery, and the chance to do something right for a change, instead of taking the easy way out, like a coward. Or maybe it was because his parents were just bloody miserable to have around.

Just like that Snape person. He was glad that the grease-ball left. He didn't leave the house full of Dark Magic-lovers only to be confronted by more of the same people. Sirius yawned loudly and stretched, glad to be rid of the two other kids that left. The boy with the round glasses- James- grinned at him and looked out the window. The mouse-like boy- didn't he say his name was Peter?- kept looking around nervously, as if a Prefect were going to barge in and blow him to smithereens for breathing too hard at any moment.

"So," Sirius started, bored already, "Remus, you said your name was? You never answered my question." The ragged boy looked up at the sound of his name, looking slightly startled. "Uh... Me?"

"Yeah, you. You said your name was Remus, right?" Sirius asked, with a grin on his face. He felt slightly sorry for the boy. He looked like any sudden movement would soil his Muggle shorts.

"Oh, uh... Well, I got the scars from a, uh... a boating accident." Remus replied, mumbling and stammering so much the other three boys could barely understand the words.

"Oh blimey, that must of hurt..." Peter said, imagining what must have happened to get such scars. Sirius patted him on the back.

"Rotten luck, mate." Remus looked more shell-shocked then ever, and simply nodded. After a few minutes of silence, Sirius was so bored he was contemplating throwing himself out in the corridor and screaming, "DEMENTORS!", just to see what would happen. He yawned again, and decided to take a nap instead.

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He felt quite rested when James shook him awake. "Best change into our robes now, guys. It sounds like we're almost there." The corridors were bustling with life as students ran around looking for friends and changing for school. Sirius smiled, the excitement of seeing Hogwarts for the first time almost too much to bear. Just think... this is where I'll be staying now. No more Grimmauld Place. At least, not for a while, Sirius thought. All four of them changed, and then sat in the compartment, waiting nervously for the train to slow down, signaling the end of the ride. Sirius could barely sit still, but Remus looked like he was about to throw up. Peter kept randomly squeaking at odd intervals, and James couldn't stop grinning.

"This is it, mate!" Sirius exclaimed to James. James grinned even wider. Finally, Sirius couldn't hold it in and longer, and he got up and started hopping around the compartment, cheering again. James started laughing, and even Remus broke out into a little smile. Suddenly, the train lurched, and Sirius lost his balance, slamming into the compartment door and bursting it open. He began to start laughing again, when a cold, nasally voice brought him back to the reality of the train.

"Shut your mouth this instant, or the first night of your Hogwarts visit will be spent in detention," A teenager with platinum, long blond hair sneered at Sirius, his Prefect badge gleaming in the light of the train. Sirius looked up at him. "Lucius?"

The Prefect's eyes narrowed even more, and he bent down further. "Sirius? Just what do you think you're doing?" Lucius' sneer became even worse. Ever since he was a baby, Lucius had hated Sirius, which suited him just fine. "It's called having fun, maybe you should try it sometime," Sirius retorted, giving Lucius a cold stare. Lucius' sneer, surprisingly, became worse. He grabbed Sirius by the front of the robe, heaved him up on his feet, shoved him back into the compartment, and then stormed off. James jumped up and caught Sirius before he slammed into the other side of the compartment. "Thanks, mate." Sirius grinned, brushing himself off. Hated or not, Lucius knew that if he did anything to Sirius, all he had to do was write to dear mummy and daddy about how Lucius Malfoy had gave him a detention on his first night at Hogwarts. His parents would take care of the rest, and Lucius wouldn't see the light of the sun for the whole summer. It may have been cowardly, but that was the only reason Sirius said those things to Lucius. But hey, wasn't it just as cowardly to pick on the son of your family's best friend? So, by that reasoning, Sirius figured they were even.

"Who was that?" James looked outside the compartment, the doors still open.

"Oh, no one. Just a dear family friend, Lucius Malfoy," Sirius said sarcastically. He sat down next to Remus again.

"The bloke's got it in for you, mate," James said, sitting back down as well. Another name James didn't like: Malfoy.

Sirius waved it off, got comfortable, and began talking to James about his favorite Quidditch teams, until the Hogwarts Express began to slow down and, finally, stop. "We're here! Yes!" Sirius cheered, pumping his fist in to the air. He high-fived James, who he was really starting to like, and rushed out of the compartment to get in line behind the other students trying to make their way off of the train.

"Firs' Years, this way! All Firs' Years!" Sirius heard over the chatter of the hundreds of students pouring out of the scarlet train. He looked up to see a monstrous man holding up a lantern, beckoning all of the newcomers to him. Gulping, Sirius walked over.

By the time they had gotten onto the boats, rowed across Black Lake, gotten their first glimpse of Hogwarts, and gotten their first lecture from Professor McGonagall, Sirius knew that, without a doubt, he was going to love it here. Until, that is, he walked into the Great Hall and saw the fabled Sorting Hat resting upon its stool. He never knew something so old and ruddy-looking could look so... intimidating. All of his cousins teased him when he was younger about how he'd probably not even get Sorted, and that the Sorting Hat would tell the Headmaster that he wasn't even magical, and then he'd be thrown out of Hogwarts. He always told them to sod off, but still... What if it was true? Sirius gulped, his previous confidence gone.

Thankfully, every other first year looked just as nervous as he did. In fact, Remus looked a little green. Even James looked unsure. He took a deep breath, and waited until his name was called.

"Black, Sirius." The Professor called from her piece of parchment. Sirius' stomach dropped. Why did his last name have to start with a B? He took another deep breath, ignored the whispers of "Another Black? Dark Magic... Slytherin..." and waltzed up the the stool. He sat down, and McGonagall placed the Hat on his shaggy black head.

Aaah. Another Black to add to the collection, hm? Sirius heard a tiny voice say in the back of his head. He gulped, knowing where this was going to go. He sat there, feeling more miserable by the second, and waited for the Hat to say the detested name. Or...perhaps not? You're made of different stuff, my boy... Definitely lots of courage, and I sense a hint of bravery... Hm... Yes, it seems there's no doubt about it.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Hat shouted to the Great Hall. Everyone sat slightly stunned for a couple seconds. Even Sirius couldn't believe what he heard. He heard the first of the clapping come from behind him. He turned around to see Headmaster Dumbledore with a small smile on his face. Then the Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's began to join in, and even some of the Gryffindor's applauded, although most of them were too stunned, or even slightly disgusted, to speak. None of the Slytherins even made a sound. McGonagall took the hat off of his head, and Sirius hopped from the stool, caught James' beaming face, and staggered to the Gryffindor table, still ignoring the whispers.

Then, the Sorting went on. Sirius couldn't believe it. Him...A Black... A Gryffindor! Oh, he couldn't wait to see the sheer looks of disgust on his parents' faces. The named kept being called out, and one by one the group of First Years got smaller and smaller. Sirius wasn't really paying attention, until he saw the girl who was with the greasy boy get called up.

"Evans, Lilly." If anything, Sirius had to give her props for confidence. She strode forward, a determined look in her green eyes. The Hat didn't sit for long, like it had Sirius. It must have been a few short seconds before the hat called, "GRYFFINDOR!". The Professor removed the Hat, and Lilly began to make her way to the table, giving Snivellus an apologetic grin when she saw his dismayed face. Sirius moved over to give her space to sit, but she took one look at his face, set her jaw, and instead squeezed between two Third Years. Sirius rolled his eyes and focused back onto the Sorting.

Too soon, Sirius became bored again. There were so many names, how could they all stand it? He heard "Finoula, Marie" and "Gerard, Richard" and "Humphrey, Wallace" and "Ignerie, Samantha" and "Jenkins, Ella" and "Kalowsky, Katrina" and "Longbottom, Frank", as well as countless others, before someone he recognized finally went up.

"Lupin, Remus." No one but Sirius seemed to notice the more intense, concentrated stare of Albus Dumbledore when Remus went to sit down on the stool and McGonagall placed the Hat on top of his head. The hat seemed to deliberate for about as long as it had when Sirius was up there, and Remus turned many different shades of pale while listening to the Hat's voice inside his head. I wonder what it's saying to him? Sirius thought, before the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" and Remus walked over to the table and sat next to Sirius, who was grinning. At least that was one person he knew (Not counting the girl, of course.)

Sirius then waited again as the names kept being called. The group of First Years was diminishing quite quickly. The P's, at last, started getting called up, and then it was Peter's turn. The Sorting Hat also placed him in Gryffindor, although the roar was slightly less enthusiastic from the Hat than it had been with all of the other First Years. After Peter, it was James' turn, and the Hat was barely on his head for more than a second before the Hat yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" and the table erupted into applause again. Sirius gave him a high-five, and they grinned at each other. Sirius had a feeling they were going to have a lasting friendship.

"Snape, Severus." Sirius and James looked at each other, both with grimaces plain on their faces. The Hat's reaction was even faster than James. "SLYTHERIN!" The green and silver table erupted into cheers. Lilly's mouth set into a deep frown. And then, after even more names, the Sorting was done. By that time, hopefully everyone had forgotten that a Black was now sitting at the Gryffindor table with a wide grin on his face.

A/N: Ta-Da! I've wanted to write this scene for a while! And it's long, too. Coolness. Hopefully, I'll write another chapter next week... (Keeps Fingers Crossed) Until next time!