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Chapter 7: How Sirius got The Bike

It was during a random walk in Muggle London, after his father had gotten him out of the house, when he saw it. "Betty," he moaned, and very nearly wafted over to the nineteen seventy Harley Davidson chopper with leather accents.

"She's not for sale, punk," the shop owner growled.

"Then why is she out here?" Sirius shot back.

"Enticement."

"For what?"

"Tomorrow night's poker game. Grand prize she is." Sirius gazed lovingly at the bike.

"How much to start?" he asked. The shop owner snorted a laugh.

"Seventy American dollars!" he boomed. Sirius nodded briskly and made his way to an abandoned alley, where he withdrew his Gringott's pouch and the required seventy dollars.

"Here, count me in," he said, determined to win back his bike. The older man grunted, but gave a brisk nod and walked back into his shop. "I'm coming for you, my precious," Sirius muttered to the bike before leaving.

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"Read em' and weep," Sirius said with a smirk, laying down his last winning hand. He could already feel the comforting vibrations of his precious Betty, could hear the purr of her modified engine.

"You little cheat!" the big man who had been a card away from winning shouted, overturning the table and attacking the slender young man. Sirius smirked and nimbly dodged.

"I ain't a cheat, punk, but if it's a fight you want..." he drawled, before yanking the man's face up to his. "It's a fight you shall get," he hissed before drop kicking him into the next guy. This of course sparked what was essentially a bar fight, mixed with an exercise in futility as Sirius wiped the floor with them. Without magic. And laughing his pretty little head off. After twenty minutes, he started dragging the bleeding, moaning men into a corner, then righted the table. "Sorry about the mess. Some people just can't take a loss, ya know?" Sirius said, walking up to the shop owner and holding out his hand with a grin. "I'll be taking that bike home now, if you don't mind."

"Take it. You won fair and square... at the very least in the fight," the man grinned, tossing Sirius the keys. It was a very happy Sirius that rode Betty home that night. A very happy Sirius indeed.

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Regulus stared at his brother. "Really? That's how you got the bike?" he asked. Sirius slurped his slushy, a smirk tugging at his lips and leaning against Betty.

"Yep! And her name is Betty. Don't forget it!" he answered. Regulus shook his head.

"And here I thought you weren't going to be reckless with your second chance," he muttered. Sirius pouted.

"I'm not reckless! The other guy started the fight, not me! And besides... Betty is my baby. No-body else is going to take her home! Now, do you want to help with the modifications? I could use a hand reapplying the runes and the charms and the wards... and you are quite the little rune master... and ward master. Those two kinda go hand in hand, ya know? Eh, come on. Lets get Betty flying fit!" He said, pushing himself upright before swinging into the driver's seat. Regulus sighed.

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" he moaned. Sirius chuckled and kicked the engine to life. With a dull roar, they sped off down the street, an involuntary whoop of exhilaration ripping its way from Regulus' throat. Sirius grinned. This was how it should be, two brothers living life side by side.

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