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Chapter Seven

The moment Sirius set foot inside the seventh year boys' dormitory, he knew that something wasn't right. All four beds were uncharacteristically made and the usually shut windows were wide open. The desk was neat and tidy, and Sirius' various belongings were tucked away inside his trunk. For once since the beginning of the school year, Sirius could actually see the floor around his bed.

"What happened here?" He bewilderedly asked the room as he cautiously walked around, inspecting it. He was sure that even Remus would be proud of the clean room. "Hey, there's my Potions homework!" Sirius excitedly snatched up the familiar parchment that he knew wasn't there off the desk and hastily stuffed it in his knapsack. "Now all I have to do is make it to Potions class on time and I'll be set." Sirius fastened his messenger bag and was about to bolt out the door when something stopped him.

Or rather, someone.

"Just a moment, Mr. Black." A familiar old voice sounded from behind him. Sirius yelped and spun around. Thinking that it was a teacher who was going to ask him why he was going to be late for class (Sirius had forgotten that he was in his dormitory and not the halls), he was surprised to see that it wasn't a teacher but Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He was peacefully sitting on Sirius' bed and was picking through a handful of Bernie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Whoa, why didn't I see him there earlier?

"H-headmaster!" Sirius stepped back in surprise. Usually, whenever Dumbledore wanted to speak to Sirius, it was because he and his friends had pulled a prank or because a teacher had sent him.

"Do not worry, my boy. You are not in trouble." Dumbledore chuckled as he popped a speckled yellow jelly bean into his mouth. Immediately, the aged man's face crumpled as he murmured, "Booger."

"Sir…" Sirius ventured when he finally had forced his gaze away from the headmaster's amusing display. "I got to get to Potion class, or I'll be—."

"Professor Slughorn had already been notified of your absence and knows not to expect you when the final bell rings." Dumbledore absently answered as he ate the last bean that was resting in his bony hand. His face brightened and a soft murmur of "toasted marshmallow" reached Sirius' ears.

"So if I'm not in trouble, then why am I here?" Sirius asked. Dumbledore folded his hands and smiled faintly at Sirius as the twinkle in his eye dance with amusement.

"You are here, Mr. Black, because you needed to retrieve your Potions homework before class started." Sirius reddened slightly when he thought over what he had asked. He was so used to talking to Dumbledore in his office that he had forgotten once again that he was still in the seventh year boys' dormitory. "Yet the reason why I am here is a bit more important. However, we shall get to that matter in a moment. First, we should make ourselves comfortable. Please, sit down, Mr. Black." Dumbledore waved his wrinkled hand in the air and a huge over-stuffed chair appeared next t Sirius. He dropped his knapsack in front of the chair and sat down. "Comfortable?" Sirius nodded. "Marvelous. Now I have something else to ask you, just wait a minute while I find what I need." Dumbledore slipped a hand inside his robe and pulled out a very tattered-looked piece of parchment paper. "Ah, there it is. Mr. Black, does this look familiar to you?" Dumbledore opened the paper and held it up so Sirius could see what was written on it. He gasped.

"That-that's my plans!" Sirius was half-way out of his char when Dumbledore put up a hand to silence him. He quietly placed the plans beside him before turning to look back at Sirius. The look on the headmaster's face was grim and the twinkle in his eyes even looked a bit dimmer.

"My boy, I know what you may be thinking, but I did not steal this paper from your being. Professor Slughorn had found the blank parchment in his classroom and had turned it over to me; not too sure what was on it, not knowing that there was something magical about it. I examined the parchment and even ran a few tests on it. It wasn't until later that night did I find what was written on it. I must say, Mr. Black, you did an outstanding job on hiding what you had written. Invisible ink, something so commonly used and most over-looked—even by me." Despite the fact that Sirius had been found out, he couldn't help but beam at Dumbledore's kind words. I even had the Headmaster stumped for a little while! "However, this is where the praise stops ad the actual reason why I am here begins." Sirius' beaming face faltered slightly. "My boy, what do you know about partVeelas?"

By this question, Sirius' smile was completely gone and a small frown had taken it's place. "Well, not a lot, I suppose…I know that they have to be touched by a certain person otherwise they'll die, and that they grow wings and stuff…." Sirius decided to leave out the part about how partVeelas become sexually frustrated if they aren't kept entertained by their chosen mates.

"Very good. But did you know that partVeelas—like Veelas—must only touch their mate? They cannot use a replacement, for it is their mate's DNA and body that they crave and need. Otherwise, they would die just the same." Dumbledore picked up the parchment, "And here's where this comes into play," Mentally, Sirius groaned. He had a feeling that this little discussion with Dumbledore wasn't going to end well.

"These plans….'take something of mine—an old t-shirt or a strand of hair or something—and give it to Snape. When DNA wears off, just replace item with something else. Switch the two items whenever they need to be replaced.'" As Dumbledore read off the steps, Sirius sank down the chair. Ok, Sirius thought, maybe this wasn't one of my best plans ever…but it still might work! Sirius groaned and covered his eyes with his hands. It was Dumbledore's voice that cause him to look back at the headmaster.

"These plans, quite frankly, would never work, Sirius. They are too dangerous. Like I had mentioned earlier, partVeelas need to touch their actual chosen mate, not something that belongs to them. It could kill them faster then it would to go without someone touching them!" Dumbledore explained as he folded the plans in half. Sirius watched with a heavy heart.

"I-I didn't know that, sir." He mumble, looking away from the old man's piercing blue eyes.

"I understand that, Mr. Black, but you should really do research before you concoct something like this." Dumbledore took out his wand, "Now that I have warned you of this perilous mistake, let me destroy these vile plans."

"What? Wait!"

Dumbledore flicked his wand and muttered something that Sirius didn't catch. Instantly, a small flickering red-orange flame danced on the end of the wand. Sirius watched, horrified, as the plans that he had worked so hard on (or, ok, not so hard) caught fire and slowly started to burn. He watched the words melt in with the paper and as the whole thing gradually reduced to smoldering ashes. Sure, Sirius knew that the plans were terrible and could have killed Severus, but he stilled wanted to keep them! Sirius always kept his plans (failed or not) as a reminder to himself of what to do and what not to do in the future. And now Dumbledore was burning one of them! But, of course, I can't yell at the Headmaster. I might get expelled. Besides, he did have a reason for it, I guess. He was just looking out for one of his students. Sirius begrudgingly listened to the saner part of his mind and kept calm. By now, Dumbledore had finished and was now sweeping the ashes off of his hands and into a nearby wastebasket.

"Mr. Black," Sirius looked up at Dumbledore and was surprised to see that the twinkle was back in his eyes. "I have an idea that might help you with you partVeela dilemma. I would like for you to come to my office immediately after dinner with Mr. Snape. There, I will give you a further explanation. Agreed?"

"Yes, sir." Sirius answered. Dumbledore nodded and smiled.

"Now I believe that you still have time to make it to Potions class, Mr. Black. If you hurry you might be able to catch the end of the lesson." Sirius cursed and jumped out of the chair while snatching up his messenger bad. He was half-way out the door when a sudden thought came to him and he whipped around.

"Sir, I have one last question! Was it you who had cleaned—." Yet when Sirius had turned around, he was greeted with nothing but the clean room. Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen.


"Honestly, Snape. What is going on? This is the third time that I had to be called out of class to come help you!" Sirius angrily said as he pulled his hand from the Slytherin's. The dazed teen blinked several times to free his vision before glaring over at Sirius. They were once again in the Hospital Wing because Severus had fainted in the middle of Transfiguration.

"It's not my fault that we're not in any classes together1 In fact, it's that stupid Headmaster's fault. He was the one who decided to put the Slytherins and the Gryffindors in different classes at different times! So don't blame me, lame that crack-pot old fool!" Seveurs huffed and crossed his arms.

Sirius flinched at the Slytherin's harsh words about Headmaster Dumbledore. He didn't like it when he said rude things about him. He rather liked the old man, and couldn't see what was so wrong about him. Sure, he's crazy, but that doesn't mean anything! "Hey, don't badmouth the Headmaster. He's cool."

Severus snorted. "Please, that man is insane. I don't know what the pervious Headmaster was thinking when he elected Dumbledore as the new one. That man should be sent to a loony bin, he's that crazy."

"Will you stop that?!" Sirius was starting to get very annoyed by Severus (not that that was new), and was about to tell him that when he suddenly remember what Dumbledore had mentioned earlier. "Oh, wait. I forgot to tell you something." Severus raised an eyebrow, waiting for Sirius to continue. "I was talking to the Headmaster today, and he wanted me to tell you that he wants us to go to his office immediately after dinner. I don't think we're in trouble though." Sirius said. Severus just rolled his eyes and looked out the window.

"Wonder what the old bat wants." Sirius heard Severus mumble. He growled. Really, did the bastard ever stop?

"You know what, Snape? I've had enough of you putting down Dumbledore! Will you shut up? I swear, you are getting on my last nerve!" the Gryffindor shouted at his enemy as he stood up, causing his chair to fall over. Sirius was satisfied to see that the Slytherin gave a tiny flinch when the chair collided against the floor.

"Excuse me?" Severus sat up, his arms still crossed. "I will not shut up! I am entitled to speak my mind, ad if I want to talk mad about our 'glorious'" (Severus raised his hands and did air quotes with the word 'glorious' before quickly re-crossing his arms.) "Headmaster, then I will! And, honestly, I don't really care if I'm getting on your nerves. You constantly get on mine by just being in the same room as me, so why should I care if I get on yours?" Severus smirked over at the Gryffindor as he sat back against the pillows. Sirius glared back, and was about to give an angry retort when Madame Pomfrey stalked in.

"Mr. Black, I know you were called here for private reasons, but you should really be getting back to your classes. Mr. Snape needs his rest. Now, I don't want to hear any complaining from you. On you go, you will be able to see Mr. Snape later. Now, out!" Madame Pomfrey handed Sirius his bookbag and ushered him out the door.

Once Sirius was gone, Madame Pomfrey walked up to Severus and placed her hand on his forehead. Sighing, she said, "You seem a little too warm. Maybe you should stay here overnight, just in case."

Severus wrinkled his nose. No way was he going to stay here when he had a bed of his own! "I think not, Madame Pomfrey. Besides, I have to visit Headmaster Dumbledore tonight. His orders." Severus watched, amused, as the nurse huffed and muttered something beneath her breath. He always thought it was funny how much Dumbledore frustrated the nurse when it came to her patients.

"Fine. But I want to check you on last time before you leave. Now, you need to sleep. You look dreadfully tired." Severus opened his mouth to argue, but Madame Pomfrey cut him off with a curt, "And I don't care if you aren't tired. You need to try so you can get your strength back." The nurse removed her hand from the Slytherin's head and walked away. Severus frowned and fell back against the hospital bed.

"Now way am I falling asleep." He grumbled,. Nevertheless, he closed his eyes and settled back into the pillows. It was long before he fell asleep.


"Where is he?"

Sirius sighed. That was the third time that the Slytherin has asked, and he was getting irritated by the other teen's impatience. "He'll be here any minute! Just wait!"

"I'm tired of waiting!" Severus pushed off from the wall that he was leaning on and walked toward Sirius. "If that old bat doesn't get here in the next two minutes I'm—."

"Relax, Mr. Snape, I am right here." The familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore came from behind them, making the two jump. "If you will excuse me, Mr. Black. But I must get to the gargoyle to give the password." Sirius, seeing that he was in the headmaster's way, quickly moved to his left. "Thank you, my boy. Mars Bars!" He suddenly shouted, and the two teens jumped once again. Cursing, Severus turned to complain to the headmaster when he realized that the stone gargoyle had leapt aside to reveal a winding staircase that seemed to be slowly moving upwards. "After you, Mr. Black. Mr. Snape." Dumbledore allowed them to get on first before following them.

"Now, in order to introduce this plan that I have thought up, I must first tell you the details behind it so you understand. But first, you both need a chair to sit in." With a wave of his hand, two plush chairs appeared in front of Dumbledore's desk. Sirius quickly sat down and got comfortable while Severus stiffly sat at the edge.

"Earlier this day, I had the pleasure of talking to Mr. Black. During the conversation that we had, I confronted him about something." Sirius paled and shifted awkwardly in his seat. He knew exactly what the old man was talking about. "Mr. Black here, had secret concocted a plan that he was planning on putting into action soon. Alas, as Sirius now knows, this plan would never had worked. Instead of doing what Sirius thought it would do, it would have almost immediately killed you, Severus." The Slytherin snapped his head over at Sirius, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Oh, so you were trying to kill me, were you?"

Sirius quickly sat up and defensively said, "No, I was not trying to kill you! I was just…trying…to make it so you didn't have to come to me all the time." He muttered the last part as he looked away.

"Really, and yet you didn't think for even a second that your stupid plan would have killed me?" Severus angrily stood up, his chair nearly toppling over. Sirius also stood.

"Well, it's not my fault that you can die easier than most people! " Severus scowled at the Gryffindor's words.

"It is to your fault! If you hadn't made my life complete shit, then we wouldn't have to deal with this!" Severus poked his enemy hard in the chest with every word that he shouted.

"Now gentlemen…" Dumbledore calmly said, his eyes twinkling. However, his soft words were left unheard by the two teens. They continued to shout at each other.

"Is not! It's your own fault for being such a greasy git!:

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

"Boys…"

"I can tell you whatever want to call you! Git!" Sirius shouted back. Dumbledore was once again ignored.

"Stop—."

"Gentlemen! If the two of you could please calm down. Let me finish explaining everything. Then you may wish to fight and argue all you want. Until then, you will have to be quiet." The Headmaster's stern voice rang through his room, startling the quarrelling students. They both quickly sat down. "Now that you both now the story, I am able to tell you my plan." Dumbledore smiled and rested his hands on his desk. "Since Severus is unable to stay away from Sirius for a long period of time, decided to make it easier for him." Sirius sat up, looking wary. Like before, the way the conversation was going was unsettling Sirius. I just know that this is not going to end well. "I've decided to give the two of you your own private quarters that you will be sharing." I knew it. Instantly, both boys sprang out of their seats and started yelling at Dumbledore.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"No way!"

"I am not sleeping in the same room as that git!"

"Stop calling me that!"

Dumbledore raised his hand and the two teens quickly stop yelling. It seemed that his silent commands were more effective than his verbal ones—or, at least for Sirius and Severus.

"I know that the two of you may not fully agree to this idea," (Sirius snorted and mumbled "Hell yeah, I disagree.") "but I assure you that this will eventually work out in the end."

"But sir, why? I can't see why you can't just put us in the same class or something. I don't want to have to sleep in the same bed as Snape!" Sirius complained, pointing at the Slytherin. Severus grunted in agreement.

Dumbledore merely chuckled. "My dear boys, you won't be sleeping in the same beds! In fact, the two of you will have your own rooms. They are connected by a bathroom, and there is a common room as well." Dumbledore smiled at the teens' stunned expressions. "Is there something wrong?"

"And where exactly is this place?" Severus quietly asked, clearing his face of any emotion.

"Ah, yes." Dumbledore grabbed his wand and tapped his desk once. Slowly, a small piece of parchment floated off of it into the air and a large red-feathered quill zoomed next to it. "I shall make this short and simple." Dumbledore glances over at the levitating objects, and is content to see that the quill is writing down everything that he is saying. "When you exit my office, you will turn right. Continue walking until you reach a painting on the right wall that shows four kneazles dancing around a giant bonfire. There, you will turn left. Continue walking down that corridor until you reach the end. On the wall, there is a large picture of two young witches working on a quilt. The picture is very old, so the dresses that the women are wearing will be as well. You will tell these girls your password and they shall let you in. Oh, and you must also know the girls' names. Or they will find you rude and won't let you enter, even if you do give them the right password. The young lady on the right is called Celestine, and the young lady on the left is Katherine."

"And what is our password?" Severus asked, frowning. Dumbledore hit his desk once more and the paper zoomed into his hand while the quill lazily floated back onto the desk.

"Your password, Missers Black and Snape, are whatever you choose is to be."

"And our stuff?" Sirius asked.

"It is already in your rooms." Dumbledore answered, his eyes twinkling. "Anymore questions?" Both boys shook their heads and Dumbledore chuckled. "Wonderful! Since I have gone through everything that I wanted to tell you, you two may leave. If you would like, you can go explore your new bedroom before curfew is over. You have the directions. Just try not to be too noisy." Sirius laughed and Severus stiffly nodded. They both stood and quietly said good-bye to the headmaster before walked toward the door.

However, as Sirius was about to close the door, Dumbledore suddenly called out to him. He reentered the room. "Mr. Black, there was one thing I forgot to mention. If it is alright with you, I would prefer it that you don't tell your friends the whole reason why you're unable to stay in the Gryffindor dorms with them for the rest of the year." Sirius blinked.

"Wait, so you want me to lie to them?" Sirius asked incredulously.

"Not at all, my boy. I just don't want you to tell them everything." Sirius frowned. Crap! I totally forgot about my friends! What am I going o tell them?

"Er, alright then, sir. I'll do that." Sirius nodded farewell and quickly left the Headmaster's office. Shit!


"Black, we have to go this way." Severus suddenly said as he grabbed Sirius' shirt and pulled him away from the wrong corridor.

"No, Snape, we go this way!" Sirius jerked away from the Slytherin's tight grip and pointed in the direction that he was attempting to go in.

"Black, read the directions. It says to turn left, not right." Severus rolled his eye at the Gryffindor and handed him the piece of parchment. "See? '…giant bonfire. There, you will turn left." We go left, not right." Sirius blushed and shoved the directions back into Severus' hands. Dammit, I was wrong.

"Whatever, Snape. Lets just get there." The other teen smirked at Sirius' attitude. "Just fucking get on with it!"

"Whatever you say, Black." Severus walked down the correct hallway with Sirius begrudgingly following.

"I wonder if the git would get mad if I 'accidentally' hexed him." Sirius mumbled, glaring at the boy in front of him.

"Oh, my! Doesn't someone have a naughty mind!" a shrilly voice suddenly called out, startling Sirius. He stopped walking and looked away from his enemy's back. Who the hell was that?

"What the—?" He looked around to find the source of the voice, but the only person he saw was the Slytherin. A soft giggle reached his ears, and he looked around again. Severus looked at him as if he grew a third arm.

"Black, what on earth is wrong with you? You look like you've gone insane!"

"Aw, look Katherine, dear! It looks like we're housing a mad man!"

"Oh, Celestine, I do hope he doesn't do anything terrible to us!" Another high-pitched voice giggled. Wait, Katherine? Celestine?

"Hey, Snape. What were the two girls' names again?" Severus cocked an eyebrow at him. He pulled out the note and read the names.

"Katherine and Celestine."

Sirius started. It was just Severus' voice that he heard. He also heard the two unknown voices as well. I think Snape is right. Maybe I am going mad. Sirius groaned. He really didn't want to go insane at such a young age. It would just screw up is whole life, and that was never good.

"Oh, oh! Look, Celestine! The boy looks upset! I wonder what is bothering him so?" Sirius growled. The voices were starting to frustrate the hell out of him.

"Will whoever is talking please shut up?!" the Gryffindor suddenly found himself shouting. Severus whipped around and glared at Sirius. The teen just barely heard two female voices huff before Severus started yelling at Sirius.

"What the hell are you going on about, Black? There is no one else here except for me and you!"

"But don't forget us!" The two female voice said simultaneously. Sirius wildly looked around again.

It was then when Severus finally realized why his enemy was acting so weird. Sighing, Severus pinched the skin between his eyes and said, "Merlin, Black! Don't tell me that you couldn't locate the voices." Sirius blushed and childishly stuck his tongue out at the Slytherin. Severus snorted at the other's maturity and stepped to the side. "Black, this is Miss Katherine and Miss Celestine. They are the two girls who will be guarding our rooms. I was just talking to them about what our password should be." Sirius looked ahead and noticed a large painting of two girls dress in old-fashioned clothes who were happily working on a quilt. They looked up when their name was mentioned and giggled at Sirius from behind their hands.

"Oh, so he isn't mad after all?" Sirius glared at them, causing the two to giggle even more. Great, Gryffindor gets a bored Fat Lady for their portrait and I get two annoying girls as mine.

"No, I am not fucking crazy! Just let us in!" Sirius shook his fist at them.

The two girls gasped loudly and covered their mouths. "Oh, it is impolite to curse in front of a lady!" Katherine exclaimed. Celestine nodded her head in agreement.

"Besides, we can't let you in. You and Mr. Snape haven't given us the password yet. And, from what I can see, you two still need to pick one!" Katherine giggled as she stitched a flower decoration into the quilt. Celestine did the same.

Sirius sighed and looked over at the Slytherin. "Well, Snape. What should it—."

"Katherine, Celestine!" The girls look up at their names. "The password is 'eye of newt'!" The two girls grimaced at the password.

"Are you sure? That sounds so disgusting though!" Katherine wrinkled her nose. Severus quickly answered with a loud 'yes!'. The girls sighed and looked over at each other. "Alright then. Password accepted." The girls frowned and quietly returned their attention back to the quilt. They were hoping for a more 'prettier' password than 'eye of newt'.

The portrait swung open. Severus was about to walk in when Sirius stopped him. "Hey! That's not fair that you got to pick the password!" He angrily said, blocking the Slytherin's path. Severus just walked around him.

"Life is never fair, Black. Get used to it." Giving his enemy a very cold look, he walking inside.

Sirius remained where he was. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't fucking believe it! The git actually had the audacity to pick the password that he wanted without even asking Sirius if it was alright! That git! That bastard! That—.

"Mr. Black, would you please hurry up and get inside? Miss Katherine and I can not see a single thing back here!" Sirius glared at the back of the painting and walked in. The door quickly shut behind him, and the last thing he heard was the loud giggles of the two girls. "Annoying twits." He muttered, taking a deep breath. He turned around, ready to start yelling at Snape, but quickly stopped. "Holy. Shit."

The common room was better than he excepted it to be. The room was full of chairs, desks, and couches that looked very inviting and comfortable. There was a huge fireplace at the other side of the large room—It's bigger than Gryffindor's!. There were even a Gryffindor and a Slytherin flag hanging from the ceiling!

"This is so cool!" Running to a nearby couch, Sirius threw himself on it and happily sighed. "I could so get used to this." He muttered as he yawned and sleepily closed his eyes to take a nap.

"My god, do you ever act mature?" Severus' voice asked, quickly waking Sirius. He groaned. Dammit, he woke me up. Wait a second, I'm supposed to be mad at him! Quickly sitting up, Sirius looked over to where the Slytherin sat, reading a book.

"Ah, fuck up, git." Standing up, he stretched. "Why the hell did you pick 'eye of newt' as our password, anyway? It sounds disgusting and stupid." Sirius made a face to illustrate his point.

"Because it was something simple and easy to remember. Think, not a lot of people would have thought of a password like that. Besides," Severus turned a page in his book. "if I let you pick a password, I knew we would end up with something stupid like 'Gryffindor rules' or something." Sirius grinned.

"Of course, Gryffindor rules. It so beats Slytherins ass." Severus glared over at the Gryffindor.

"Yeah, and that's why Slytherin beat Gryffindor in Quittich this year."

"Hey! We only lost because James was out sick! And, you guys so cheated!" Sirius retorted. Severus snorted and slammed down his book.

"We did not cheat! You're Beater hit one of our Chasers with a bludger! You're the ones who cheated!"

"Was not! Besides, you're just jealous because I went out that her!"

"Why would I be jealous of you going out with Patricia?" Severus rolled his eyes and picked up his book again.

"Because I'm sexy." Severus snorted again. "And why wouldn't you be? I mean, I doubt you've even kissed anybody before I kissed you!"

Severus looked up from his book, frowning. "Oh? And why exactly did you fucking kiss me, Black?" Sirius froze. Shit! I shouldn't have said that! He sat down, looking into the fire place. Why did I ask him? It obviously wasn't because of his good-looks or his personality, that's for sure. Why did I do it?

"I did it because I felt sorry for you." Sirius suddenly heard himself mutter. Realizing what he said, he quickly looked over at Severus to fix his mistake, but froze when he saw the look on the other's face.

"Felt bad for me? You only did it because you felt bad for me?!" Severus threw his book to the side and stood up. "Listen, Black. No one feels bad for me! And I'm not about to let you start! Do you understand me?" Sirius blinked and quickly nodded his head. He doubted he had ever seen the Slytherin this mad before.

"Geesh, alright! I'm sorry!" Sirius held up his hands. Severus huffed and snatched up his book.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed. You're room up the stairs over there." Severus pointed to the staircase next to his before stomping away.

Sirius waited until the angry Slytherin was gone before running up his stairs and into his bedroom. He slammed open the door and grinned. "Well, hell! It's just like the Gryffindor dorms!" Everything was done in a festive red and yellow, which excited Sirius. It made him happy to see that nearly everything was in the same place as his area in the dorms. "It feels as if I'm there right now." He muttered as he quickly changed into his pajamas and slipped into bed. Sighing happily, he put his arms behind his head and smiled. "I don't care what Snape says. I could really get used to this." And with that, he fell asleep.


Look! Look what I gave you! Aren't you happy? I know I am. This took me frickin' forever to write, and I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile (ten pages when I was done typing). But, here it is! I hope you like it!