A/N: Italics will be Kreature insulting Sirius under his breath like he does.

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Sirius Black had been locked in the attic again. He hated his family. They had been mouthing off Muggle-borns again. Somehow the subject of the conversation had been changed to Hogwarts, and they were expressing their disappointment that the supposed "cleansing of the school" had only managed to kill one Muggle-born, while petrifying only three others.

This had occurred decades ago but it still made his blood boil to think about it. One child had been killed, and she was only eleven, and all his family could do was wish that more had been slaughtered.

So, of course, Sirius had expressed his views. Forcefully.

So now he was sentenced to two weeks in the attic. It wasn't so bad this time, Sirius thought. Last time they had ordered Kreacher to not bring him food or water. That was hell. Although Kreacher was not specifically banned against getting Sirius food, Kreacher hated Sirius so much he would often try to make it as difficult as possible to get Sirius real food. Kreacher was in one of those moods today.

"Kreacher, get me some pie." It had to be a direct order, or the house elf would simply refuse. He had also learned to specify the type of food he wanted, as just saying 'food' left way too many loopholes for the house elf to work with, and he would come back with the most disgusting stuff. His excuse last time had been, "But it is perfectly fine food, Master Sirius ~blood traitor~ to the maggots and flies!"

Kreacher returned with a pop. "Here is your pie, master Sirius."

Sirius looked suspiciously at him. That had been too easy, he hadn't even insulted Sirius. All was explained when Sirius cut the pie up and revealed that it was, in fact, a mud pie.

"Kreacher, get me what my family had for dinner, no alterations." Sirius tried as his next attempt, figuring he couldn't go wrong with this one. His family was sure to have had real food and Kreacher wouldn't be able to do anything to it.

Kreacher returned with a wooden food bin containing the leftovers from the last meal. He looked incredibly pleased with himself.

"Here is what your noble family had for dinner. I remembered, no alterations."

Sighing, Sirius sent Kreacher away, realising that Kreacher could do this all day and it wouldn't get Sirius anything but rotten food and mud pies. He would just have to go to bed hungry today.

Lying down on the attic floor, Sirius realised something. The Hogwarts letters came tomorrow and there were no windows in the attic. Not knowing whether he'd been accepted or not would drive him mad! Knowing that he would eventually go to Hogwarts was what had kept him in this house in the first place.

With that depressing thought, Sirius had an idea. He emptied the rotten food out of the wooden bin, lay the bin on its side, and jumped on it. The wood that it was made of was thin, so it snapped in half easily enough. Sirius then began to break wood into smaller pieces and arranged them so they looked like a unlit fire. Sirius knew enough about fire to know that unless you had a powerful enough spell , the wood would not light easily. Considering that Sirius didn't know the spell at all, far less have a wand to perform it with, he knew he would have to make it easier to light.

Inspiration struck again and Sirius ripped off a bit of his shirt, scrunched it up into a ball, and placed it in the middle of the wood. Then, sitting cross legged next to the wood, Sirius focused all his magical energy into heating up his shirt. If he had been asked to repeat this feat, Sirius would say it was only desperate determination and being chronically hungry that gave Sirius the edge. It had taken him 2 hours but the fire was lit, the wood slowly beginning to catch fire after the shirt.

Had Sirius been born into a normal household, then his plan wouldn't have worked. But then again, if he had been born into a normal household, he wouldn't be locked in the attic. Because he was in a Pure-blood household, there was Floo powder on every door, rather like the way some Muggle religions had people put bowls of holy water up next to every door.

Sirius grabbed a handful of Floo powder, approached the fire, and spoke very clearly,"Number 12 Grimmauld Place, kitchen."

Sirius appeared in the kitchen, and immediately began to raid it. Once he had eaten, it was about 5:30 a.m., as it had taken him all night to get there, and it had taken him at least 30 minutes to eat. Sirius then grabbed a bunch of food and some Floo powder and Flooed back to the attic. He still had two weeks to survive. He repeatedly did this until he had enough food, then he waited downstairs for his Hogwarts letter to arrive. Fortunately for Sirius, it arrived at 7:30 a.m., before anyone else was awake. Sirius then read the letter, barely keeping his eyelids up, and Flooed back to the attic.

As Sirius went to sleep at 8:00 a.m. on a dirty attic floor next to a dying fire, clutching his Hogwarts letter for dear life, all he dreamed about was finally escaping his family.

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Peter Pettigrew was also sleeping when his letter arrived. It wasn't that he was arrogant enough to forget that the letters came today, he was just sure he wouldn't be accepted. Peter thought he was a Squib, and he wasn't far off as his magic wasn't very powerful.

The owl delivering his letter tapped on his window for about 10 minutes when it gave up on trying to wake him and posted it though the letter box instead. It was because of this that Peter didn't notice the letter until his mother collected the post.

"Peter, you're going to Hogwarts!" she screamed.

"I can't be, I'm not magical! I haven't shown any signs of magic at all!" Peter yelled down, going downstairs.

His mother silently handed him the letter. Peter's heart soared when he saw it. He was going to Hogwarts. He was escaping his horrible Muggle school where he got terribly bullied.

When Peter fell asleep, all he dreamed about was finally having friend

A/N: sorry about Peter's bit being short. I got a review 4 hours ago so here's chapter 2.

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