Sirius's point of view, yay! So, please read and review, and I hope you very much enjoy it, as much as I am enjoying writing it down :D Oh, and sorry for the late update, I've been ill and doing Christmas shizzle.


I could have died when Remus told me. I love Moony, and I love Harry, but I'm Harry's godfather, not him. I should be caring for him. I know Remus will do a good job, but it's not flipping fair! I didn't even do anything, yet I spent twelve years in Azkaban, I spent over a year living in a cave eating rats, I'm staying in a house where I was beaten, bullied and abused as a child, couldn't I just have one good thing? Argh.

But when Remus walked in with Harry and Harry explained, my spirits lifted considerably. I knew Harry would have to be punished, whether it be grounding or something else, but he was acting so like James. And it was so bloody hilarious. He was acting like a mini-marauder, mini being the operative word (he's tiny!). I need to ask Fred and George about those extendible ears, they sound amazing...

"What are we going to do, Moony? I mean, it's pretty funny..." I gave a snort of laughter.

"Sirius! He and the others don't need to know what they found out!" Remus almost shouted. But his heart wasn't in it. He gave a small smile and soon we were both laughing.


Remus recovered first. "Sirius, you do realise something needs to be done. Because of being his legal guardian, I technically have the power over the final decision, but as you're his godfather I want us to work together on it. It's hard..."

"That's what she-" I started, but Remus stopped me with a glare.

"Err..." I mumbled instead. "Can you tell what Molly said?"

"From what I heard, her lot are grounded from Hogsmeade trips until Christmas." Remus replied.

"That's not much use because of our own work..." I answered. The marauders map. I had to internally slap myself to stop myself laughing again.

"Take away his broom?"

Remus answered his own question. "Quidditch."

"This parenting lark is bloody difficult, Remus."

And so, we discussed and finally came to our decision at a quarter past midnight.


When I fell asleep, I was emerged in memories I thought I'd buried a long time ago: being thrown down the stairs, being slapped across the face, the crucio curse...so many bad things. I woke up sweating badly. Although Harry's childhood was dreadful, his mere existence shunned, at least he didn't have to deal with pain giving spells, illegal spells, spells that hurt so much you are begging for death. But the worst of it for me was the injustice. Before Hogwarts, although I had plenty of ideas for pranks I never carried them out. I never misbehaved through fear. But Regulus, my smaller brother...he pulled pranks and didn't follow the rules, yet mother and father adored him and doted on him. I don't usually think about these things, but when the memories flood me, it's hard. I glanced at my clock and saw that I could get up, because it was about quarter to six. Molly would be up, and maybe one or two others.


When I got to the kitchen, Molly was there, making breakfast, and a few order members were already here: Degalus, Dung and Snape. Dung was asleep, as was Degalus, but Snape's evil little black bugs of eyes were glaring at a book. I'm surprised it didn't disintegrate.

"Sirius, this is very early for you!" Molly commented with surprise. "Normally takes you another half an hour or so!"

I, unsure at whether this was a dig or not, seated myself next to Degalus and as far away from Snape as possible and replied,

"How are your boys?"

"Upset. I thought I'd gotten all of those extendible ears, but no! So I summoned them and a fair few more came flying at me."

"Yes, we could hear you shouting about it."

"What have you done about Harry?"

"We're taking his invisibility cloak, the marauders map, the knife that opens all doors and his invisibility quill until October half term." I internally winced: Remus had persuaded me it was the right thing, and it hurt me more than I can say to have to agree with him.

Snape gave a sniff.

"Anything wrong, Snivellus?" He just angers me so, I hate him.

"Not at all, mutt. I'm just thinking, even doing that won't keep Potter out of mischief, he frequently seeks it out."

"Shut up, slime ball."

"Ooh, I'm scared." Snape drawled.

That was it: I withdrew the new wand that had been surreptitiously bought for me (my true wand still being with the Ministry of bloody magic) and marched around the table at him, and stuffed the wand in his neck. He stayed perfectly still, and gave me a look of intense loathing.

"Touch me and I'll make Potter's good potions grades disappear, not that he has any."

Anger bubbled within me, but I lowered my wand. It wouldn't do for Harry to fail his Potions O.W.L.. "Good choice, mutt."

It was all I could do to restrain myself. "Greaseball."


I was heading upstairs to use the lavatory when Harry and Ron were getting dressed to come down to breakfast, and I happened to catch my name. Like the true marauder I am, I stood stock still and listened. James once told me that I look like a ferret when I do that, but I never listened. I wish I had.

"No Hogsmeade trips?" Harry gasped. I gave a small smile.

"Ah well, we've got the marauders map, haven't we?" Ron laughed. I put my head in my hands with suppressed laughter at Ron, but kept my ears cocked.

"I wonder what Sirius and Remus are going to do." Harry pondered.

Ron sighed theatrically. "You've got Sirius, remember? He'll bloody well want to know how the things work, he won't care that you listened in!"

"I've also got Remus. Don't you remember when he shouted at us in third year for having the map? He was almost as scary as Molly!"

I couldn't help letting a small laugh out: Remus could be bloody terrifying when he wanted to be. Sudden silence made me aware of my laugh, and I quickly dashed to the lavatory before one of them opened the door.


Harry gave a groan. "Until October?"

"Yes. October." Remus firmly told him. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.

"Please? Can't I have them back at the end of September instead? Please? Sirius?" Harry turned to me, and I nearly wet myself with the laughter in my stomach. "Erm..hehe...no Harry, October it is, we both agree."

Harry gave out a low, gutteral growl before storming from the room. "He's so like James." Remus commented.

And then, I burst out laughing. And I laughed and laughed and laughed.