Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, sadly. All I own is Shane Spencer and the following events.

Sirius Black

June 12th, 1978

I was on my stomach, my eyes closed and my heart beat loud and clear against the white sheets beneath me. My breathing was slow and calm, as it always was when I woke up in Shane's room. However, one key component to this scene was missing.

Shane wasn't laying beside me.

My jaw pulled my lips apart to let a large yawn slide out as I sat up. I pulled my bare arms above my head and tugged, trying to get the muscles that were there to feel normal. Then, I began to look around.

"Shane?" I asked, looking for the familiar mop of brown hair.

There was no response.

"Shane, where the bloody hell are you?"

Again, no answer. I was curious as to where she was now. She was always there when I woke up, and she always greeted me with a warm "good morning" and a kiss.

I didn't worry too much. Shane was a smart girl. I was guessing she was just at breakfast, waiting for her exam results.

Exam results. God, I was toast. Maybe Shane would forget to get them from McGonagall for me and I wouldn't have to see. Even better, if McGonagall misplaced my results and I had to retake the tests.

I groaned and fell backwards, grabbing Shane's pillow and covering my face with it. It smelled like her. I was always up for smelling anything that smelled like Shane.

A debate began wagging in my head. Should I get up and face my fears, or drown in them while sleep consumes me? I preferred the last one, but the first one ended being the most responsible and (probably) the decision that Shane would want to get out of me.

So, I rolled out of bed and rubbed the morning stubble on my chin. Shane told me she liked my morning stubble, so I left it most mornings. Today needed to be one of those mornings, so I didn't shave. Instead, I found my slacks and shirt and dressed quickly. My jumper slid over my head as I grabbed my robes from the back of Shane's desk chair. Then, I was out the door.

As I stepped onto the Grand Staircase, I heard giggling. Giggling always meant trouble, unless it was Shane. Then it was trouble, if you catch my drift.

"You're just the entire package, aren't you Sirius?" It was Melinda Gregstone. Melinda was a tall, lean, busty girl from Ravenclaw, and President of the Sirius Black Fan Club. I'd shagged her once or twice, but she seemed to think that one night every few years was good enough and she just kept coming back for more.

"No, actually, I'm not." I mumbled, trying to get past her and her gang without getting caught in their boo-eyes. I meant eyes. However, I knew that was a false hope.

"Of course you are," She moaned, grabbing my shirt and pulling me towards her. "You're just so modest."

"No, really, I'm not."

"Let's go back to my dorm, Sirius," Suddenly, I found her hand on my waistband, and my blood started pumping. "We can have some… fun…"

"Girlfriend!" I yelped, jumping out of her grasp. I found my feet carrying me quickly past the rest of the girls and down the staircase. I could hear their heels on the granite floor, running after me. All I had to do was get to the Great Hall and sit next to Shane, and then they'd know I wasn't available.

"Come back here, Sirius!" Melinda yelled as I turned a corner. I looked over my shoulder to see how far behind they were, which required some decent slowing down.

"Get in here!"

Suddenly, I found myself being pulled into a broom cupboard by my collar. However, I knew the small, soft hands and the voice that went with them.

"Shane, what are you doing in a broom cupboard?" I asked, staring at the black space in front of me.

"Be quiet, you idiot!" She whispered harshly.

I was silent, listening to the sound of heels and giggling girls pass the cupboard, the sound fading into the corridor after a few moments. However, Shane insisted that we be quiet for a few minutes after the sounds disappeared.

"Shane, can I talk now?"

"Oh, sorry," She mumbled, and I could tell there was a smile on her face. "It's just, I think that's the first time I've ever been around you and there was silence."

I rolled my eyes. "My curiosity's about to burst. So, tell me, what are you doing in a broom cupboard all by yourself?"

She scoffed. "Don't get any crazy ideas," She groaned as her shoulder (at least that's what I thought it was) bumped against my chest. "Lumos!" Now, there was a bright light in my face. "I was walking back to my room to get you and I heard heels and giggles, then your name. Obviously, that meant trouble. This was the simplest thing I could come up with." She shrugged.

"Wonderful, thank you." I told her. "Now, can we get out of here? I love being pressed up against you and all, but I'm really hungry."

She nodded and her wand light went out. Then I heard her feet shuffle against the floor, and the door open with a creak. Light flooded the room, and I had to squint before I stepped outside.

"Oh, I got your grades from Professor McGonagall." Shane smiled as she reached inside her robes.

"And the nightmare becomes reality…" I mumbled, watching as she pulled a piece of parchment out with the official black writing of Hogwarts printed across it. However, there was emerald green scribbled across the bottom. I'd never seen that on a report card before.

"Take a look at your grades first!" She yelped as she shoved the parchment into my hands.

I fearfully focused my eyes one the black letters printed down the side of the parchment, but the fear faded as I saw the large, black letters. There were five O's, two E's and an A. All of these were passing grades, or far better.

"Only one A?" I asked myself.

Shane set her small hand on my shoulder. "I told you you'd do just fine." She said. "Now, read the bottom."

I nodded and looked at the emerald green scribbles, beginning to read what looked like a handwritten note.

Mr. Sirius Black,

As an honor student and a friend to my dear Shane, you know that the threat known as Voldemort is growing ever stronger. I, along with several colleagues and friends, am trying to bring him to his defeat immediately. Therefore, I've created a secret society that will make attempts at our dream of bringing Voldemort's reign of terror to an end. Please accompany Shane, Mr. Potter, Ms. Evans, Mr. Lupin, and Mr. Pettigrew to my office at a time convenient for all of you to receive further information.

Thank you,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

"A secret society?" I asked Shane, glancing up at her with a look on my face that most likely screamed amusement.

"Don't ask me," She said, raising her hands in defense. "I didn't know about it until I got my grades."

"So he didn't tell you?" I asked. "I thought he told you everything. You're like his diary or something and he doesn't tell you about a secret society?"

She shrugged, and the bell that told us breakfast was over rang loud and clear. In other words, I wasn't going to eat until lunch, which was several hours away. Just the thought of it made my stomach grumble.

Shane chuckled. "Hungry?"

I nodded and poked my stomach, trying to act cute. Shane always gave me what I wanted when I was cute.

She chuckled again and grabbed my hand. "It's just History of Magic, and all Professor Binns is going to do is review the test questions. We can skip our first lesson."

I cheered and began running towards the kitchens.

Awkward. That was the only way to describe my current situation. That's how you would describe being stuck in between your best friend and girlfriend who hate each other. That was an exaggeration, only one hated the other.

It was the six of us. Shane, Peter, Remus, Evans, James and me. We were going to visit Dumbledore about the notes at the bottom of our report cards. Apparently, the other five had the same thing printed on theirs.

So, there I stood as a wall between Shane and James. They didn't talk, and they didn't dare to look at each other. They just looked head on, a stony look in their eyes. It was unsettling. I didn't like it. Maybe I could get Dumbledore to help.

I moved my eyes to Shane. She obviously felt me looking at her and glanced back at me. I could tell that she wanted me to hold her, even if it was just her hand. She didn't like the silence that all of the awkwardness was creating. I wanted to grab her, but that would make things even tenser between her and James.

"Alright, this silence is getting to me." Evans spoke up, stepping between me and James. "I never did get the chance to see your report card, James."

Now I was confused. The Marauders always sat together, and I'm sure that Evans would've joined the group by now. Why wouldn't she have seen his report card?

I pulled Shane back a bit, letting Moony and Wormtail step past us to set a bit of a barrier between the two couples of our group. "What does she mean? Why didn't she get to see his report card when he got it?" I asked Shane, my hand gently gripping her arm.

Shane gulped and stared at me. "He didn't see a reason to sit with us that day since you were still asleep. He asked Lily to sit with him somewhere else, but she sat with me and the other two instead." She answered, a look of guilt coming to her face.

"Oh…" I mumbled, sliding my hand down her arm and grabbing her hand. Her hand squeezed mine, and we made our way through the short hallway that led to the Professor's office.

When we got there (being the last of our group) the doors were open and the other four were already inside. Shane's grip on my hand loosened as we stepped inside. This must've been a comforting room to her. I guess it made sense, since she spent more time here than she had anywhere else in the castle.

"Ah, Shane!" Dumbledore exclaimed, standing from his seat behind the desk at the far end of the room. "And Mr. Black, as well. We can begin now!"

The old man seemed more than overjoyed that we'd finally arrived. I didn't know whether to take that as a good or bad thing.

"Shane, if I could speak to you and Mr. Black alone before your entire group, please?" He asked Shane, smiling at her with his half moon glasses sliding down his nose.

"Of course, Professor." She mumbled, looking to the other four and nodding towards the door. They obliged and made their way back into the hallway. "Now, what is it you need from us?"

Dumbledore smiled and gestured to the chairs in front of his desk, which Shane began to pull me towards.

"I don't need anything from you my dear, I just have a few questions for you and… Mr. Black." The old man said as we sat down. I sank into the armchair almost immediately and knew that I looked silly compared to Shane, who was sitting tall with her hands on her knees.

"Questions, sir?" She asked, leaning forward even further in her seat.

He nodded, smiling at her. "I've heard some gossip about the two of you," This made me glance at her with anxious eyes. Was he talking about our many times together in her bed? "And it sounds as if you two are getting rather serious." I gulped. "Do you two have any plans for after Hogwarts?"

I sighed, and decided to get in the conversation. "Not yet, but I was planning on asking her about it soon."

"Then, might I make a suggestion?" Dumbledore walked around to the front of his desk and perched himself on its surface. "I know some people very high up in the muggle world, and I would happily ask them for a favor. A flat, perhaps?"

"Professor, that's very kind-" Shane started, but I interrupted. I wasn't letting some old codger buy my girlfriend and I a flat. You never knew what sort of sick things he might do in his free time.

"I can afford a flat," I said, leaning forward as Shane had been doing only a few moments before. "Of course, if Shane approves."

She nodded. "Of course I do, I was planning on moving in with you even if you didn't want me to."

I heard Dumbledore chuckle. "Wonderful," He mumbled, standing and motioning for us to do so as well. "Let's see, there's six of you, so four more chairs should be correct." As soon as I was out of my chair, I saw another slide from its place and over one spot. There were now four chairs. They multiplied again, and there were six.

"Good Lord, I almost forgot," Dumbledore slapped his hand against his forehead and looked at me. "Mr. Black, if you would, tell Mr. Potter to come in as you join your friends outside."

I glanced at Shane, and then nodded and proceeded to the large, oak doors. As I opened them and stepped into the hallway, I found my friends sitting on the ground, conversing about the previous Quidditch season.

"Prongs, Dumbledore wants to see you." I said, staring at James with no emotion in my eyes. I was still a little angry at him for calling Shane so many bad things.

Reluctantly, he stood, letting go of Evans' hand and pacing into the room with a sour look on his face. Personally, I was a little afraid of what was going to happen in there.

"What's going on in the old man's mind?" I asked, more to myself than the others.

A/N: It's almost been two weeks since my last update! Wow! Really, I didn't mean for it to stretch so much, but I've been struggling again. However, I have this Friday along with all of next week off. Thank God for Spring Break! That, and basketball ends this weekend! So much at one time!

Alright, I've been lacking some of my necessary standards, and I apologize. I really have been wanting to write lately, but I'm so out of practice after not writing for such a long period of time. I feel like I've been slacking when it comes to extending the story and sharing the views of the characters. I'm hoping that the next few chapter will help me fix all of that.

Now, who watched the Oscars last night? I did, and I got really upset when Iron Man 2 didn't win any awards whatsoever. I think it should've, but that's just me. You know, Robert Downey Jr. addict right here. My aunt even said so on Facebook! And has anyone heard of that movie the King's Speech before the Oscars?

One last thing. You know that website I made for this story that I talked about a while ago? About this story? Well, I posted some visuals there about upcoming chapters (or chapter, I should say). It includes Shane's parents, and her house in Malibu. Please, take a look. I think you'll all develop (or already have) a crush on her dad. He is rather attractive.

Jeez, I just keep adding onto this. This is the last thing, I promise. I haven't been getting all of the reviews I'd like to have. What I have right now is awesome, and I think it's amazing that the three of you take time out of your week to comment on my writing. I should be happy with what I've got, but I'm not. Although I'm not going to stop posting, I'd really like to hear from more of you. Even negative comments are appreciated in some shape or form. So, I know it's a lot to ask, but please review.

Love you all so much!

R&R