Chapter 3: Sirius Black

Hello!!! I have not updated this story in FOREVER. I am SO SO SO sorry!! I had actually written this story before I began to post (I usually post as I write), and I was so focused to actually writing other chapters for my other stories, that I completely forgot to edit and post this. Then I went away to camp for two months, and started a new school... So basically, fan fiction has been the least of my worries lately. Please forgive me? This is Sirius' chapter, and seeing as Sirius is my favourite character, this is one of my favourite chapters so I hope you enjoy it!

Love you guys,

-GG xxoo

"Move along boy, into the fire," Mr. Black ordered. His wife had handed him the miserable task of having to accompany their eldest son, Sirius, to Diagon Alley. Sirius would be entering his first year at Hogwarts. At least then he will be out of our hair, thought Mr. Black to himself silently.

Sirius sighed, as he stepped into the fire, grabbing a handful of floo dust on the way. This was going to be torture. An entire day alone with his father. What had he done to deserve this?

Sirius's father was a proud, pure blooded wizard who did not tolerate anyone of a lower class or different blood status. However, he and Sirius did not exactly see eye too eye on the subject.

A few years prior, Regulus Black, the younger of the two Black brothers, had arrived back home after having learned from a friend that any witch or wizard with a muggle parent or ancestor had dirty blood. Regulus had proudly informed the family that the veins of these lesser witches and wizards were not filled with blood, but in fact with dirty, slimy, sickly mud. His parents seemed proud of Regulus for having learned this fact, but Sirius didn't understand.

"That's not true!" Sirius announced. "I saw part of a muggle sitcom on the telly the other day when I was out in the muggle world with mum, and they cut a person open! I saw it! Their blood was completely red. Not a trace of brown."

Sirius was punished severely for his comment. A punishment that he couldn't fathom how he had deserved by merely stating the truth.

Speaking clearly Sirius cried, "Diagon Alley," and as the flames changed colour, was gone.

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Sirius landed in the fireplace at Borgin & Burkes, his father's preferred way of passage to Diagon Alley, and stepped forward right away, not wanting his father to come crashing down on top of him. The eleven year old could already tell it would be a long day.

After a bit of shopping Knockturn, Mr. Black decided it was time to fetch Sirius's things in Diagon.

They went to Ollivanders first to get a wand. Upon entrance they were met by Ollivander himself and led to the back of the store.

"Orion Black, isn't it? I remember you're first wand. Holly, twelve inches. Especially good for producing dark spells, although I sincerely hope you haven't been," questioned Ollivander.

Mr. Black nodded stiffly and Sirius snorted. Mr Ollivander pretended not to notice.

"So, you are looking to purchase your first wand?" He asked.

"No," Sirius replied sarcastically. "My second actually. The first one was snapped in half by nargles." His father shot a murderous look.

"Cheekiness can only get you so far lad," Mr. Ollivander reprimanded before turning to the racks of wands that lined the walls.

"You better not embarrass me again boy." Mr. Black warned his son sternly. Sirius just rolled his eyes. He was used to being threatened.

Mr. Ollivander returned moments later with a wand. "Give this one a try," he told Sirius. "It's holly, just like your father's. Also good for dark spells." Sirius raised an eyebrow. "In old wizarding families such as yours most members seem to own similar wands.."

Sirius took the wand dubiously. He was nothing like his family. Right as the wood touched his skin, Sirius recoiled backwards, muttering curses. The wand had burned his fingertips, leaving angry red boils.

"Curious," Ollivander whispered. "It seems that you are the black sheep of the Black family." Mr Ollivander marveled aloud, taking back the wand. More like white sheep, Sirius thought to himself.

Eventually, Sirius found a wand that produced red sparks when he waved it above his head. Delighted, Sirius bounded out of the store, purchase in hand, and agreed to meet his father at the Apothecary after he had gotten his books.

Sirius practically skipped to Flourish & Blotts, happy to be rid of his father at last. As he entered the store, Sirius consulted his list, finding everything he needed and paying quickly. It was time to have a little fun, but first he would need to find some help.

Scanning the store for someone his age, Sirius quickly spotted a plump, brown haired boy carrying a pile books. A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch lay on top of the pile. Perfect, another first year! Sirius thought to himself. Walking over to the boy and smiling, Sirius tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hello, I'm Sirius Black, could I ask you to help me with something?" Sirius asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Um, uh, sure. I'm Peter," The scared looking boy stammered.

"Nice you meet you." Sirius smiled. Not one to beat around the bush, Sirius cut right to the chase.

"You see that bowl of peppermints over there?" He asked, pointing to a large blue bowl that had been placed on a stool by the entrance for people to take as they entered and exited. "We're going to replace them with these." Sirius held up a large sack filled with fizzing whizzbees and handed it to Peter. Every one of the fizzing whizzbees had been covered with a peppermint wrapper.

"Bloody hell! You must have eaten a whole lot of peppermints!" Peter exclaimed.

"Anything for the cause," Sirius replied with a smirk.

"What cause?" Peter asked, baffled.

"Why, pranking of course," Sirius answered slyly. "Now, all you have to do is to help me get all of these into the bowl and put the peppermints in the sack. I'm going to go nick it. Wait here." And just like that, Sirius was was gone, without even giving Peter a chance to respond.

Making sure not to be noticed, Sirius padded lightly over to the bowl, whistling. He gave a cursory glance around the room before scooping the bowl up, and hiding it in the folds of his robe. Nobody seemed to notice the odd bulge in his stomach as he slipped back to the bookshelf where he had left his new friend.

"Quickly, before someone notices," whispered Peter.

"Of course," Sirius whispered back, dumping the bowls contents on the floor. Peter poured the new mints into the bowl and Sirius once again crossed the room to place the bowl back on the stool, while Peter put the old mints into the sack.

They then turned towards the entrance and waited. The first people to fall victim of Sirius's plan were two teenage girls, who must have been in their sixth year at Hogwarts. They unknowingly placed the faux peppermints in their mouths, and where instantly lifted off the ground, and began to hover at the level of the ceiling.

"What's happening?" The one with long dark plaits cried.

"No idea!" Answered the blonde.

To make thing the dark haired girl's bag split on a bookshelf, sending ingredients from the Apothecary across the street tumbling down onto the floor. It was raining beetle eyes. The girls in the air were crying of fear, and Sirius could feel Peter shaking. Sirius, on the other hand, could not control his laughter. He grabbed Peter and ran out of the store and down the street.

"That was the funniest thing I have ever bloody seen!" Sirius exclaimed, whooping triumphantly

Peter grinned, "It was pretty funny."

"Pretty funny? My mum's hair in the morning is pretty funny. That was downright hysterical!" Sirius corrected.

Checking his watch he exclaimed, "Bloody hell, I've got to go meet my father. He'll go bonkers if I'm late. But I'll see you around!"

"Yeah," Peter replied, confused by the sudden appearance and disappearance of the other boy. "See you September 1st."

Waving, Sirius merged back into the crowd, and quickly found his father who was waiting outside of the Apothecary.

"You're late." He reprimanded monotonously, "as usual."

"At least I'm here," Sirius replied cheekily as they began the walk back to Knockturn.

A few minutes later, amid the hustle and bustle of Diagon, Mr. Black collided with a, pretty redheaded girl with astonishingly green eyes.

"Watch where you're going Mudblood," Mr. Black sneered with disgust.

The girl backed away frightened as Sirius's father proceeded to wipe his arm where she had come into contact with him with a rag. He then took out his wand and reduced the rag to ashes before he walking away, nose upturned, and completely unaware of the girl's terrified expression. Sirius just stood in awe, unsure of what to do.

"I'm sorry about that," Sirius said cautiously. "Father shouldn't have called you a Mudblood."

"Mudblood?" She girl asked, afraid.

"Er, you're a muggle born aren't you?" He faltered, unsure of how to continue, and she nodded. "It's very rude. It's a term used to describe the blood of muggle born witches and wizards. You see, some wizards, like my father, believe that their blood is more pure then the blood of muggle borns, and therefore think that they're superior. I personally think its kind of stupid, but don't let anyone know I said that." Sirius smiled bravely, trying to assure the girl that he was not out to her get her.

The girl smiled warily at his joke, looking nervous.

"I'm Sirius, by the way. Sirius Black. I'm going into my first year at Hogwarts," said Sirius.

"Lily Evans," She replied shaking his hand. "I'm also beginning Hogwarts this year."

"Well Lily Evans," Sirius said, smiling at the redhead. "Maybe I'll see you around."

With that Sirius turned to follow his father. Just as Sirius had hoped, Mr Black hadn't even noticed his eldest son's absence. In fact, he was engaged in conversation with a dark haired witch.

Sirius approached in time to see the woman address his father as cousin.

"Do not call me that," Mr. Black responded. "You have not been my cousin since you married the blood traitor, Potter and took his name. I assume this is your son?" Sirius's father asked, pointing rudely to the boys standing beside the women.

So these were two of the mysterious Potters; the blood traitors who he had heard of through his parent's conversations late at night.

"Yes, this is James." The woman replied, turning to Sirius, "and this is yours Orion? Sirius, isn't it?"

"Yes Ma'am." Sirius responded confidentially, smiling at her, and earning himself yet another look from his father.

"Well, it was… nice you see you Dorea." Hissed Mr. Black.

"As always Orion" Mrs. Potter said, smiling fakley as she and James disappeared into the crowd.

As soon as she was gone, Mr. Black turned and grabbed his son's arm, and began to march down toward Knockturn Alley, Sirius in tow.

So what did you think? I had trouble deciding how I was going to portray Sirius. Had he always been the "white" sheep of the Black family, or did his rebellion begin at Hogwarts? What do you think? PLEASE REVIEW!! It will make my day... So far this story has 8 reviews... So sad :'( If you DO review I will send you a virtual cookie. I promise. You know you want to...?

Thanks for reading,

-GG xxo