Summary: Andrew Knight knew that things were going to change his Sixth Year at Hogwarts. With his friends and the Marauders on his side, he knew it would be full of fun adventures and even some romance along the way. However, it seems a darker path was awaiting them as they reach their Seventh Year . . .

Pairing: Sirius Black/Male OC

Changes to Character(s): N/A

Spoilers To: Harry Potter

Type of Story: Chapter-Filled

Book(s)/Movie(s) Belongs To: JK Rowling

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A/N: Hello, everyone! I just wanted to give y'all a quick thank you for giving my story a chance! I am so excited to release it to the world! This story was inspired by the amazing cantbelievethis420 on Wattpad, so please check her stories out! They are my absolute favorite, and you will have plenty to read!

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Thank you once again, and happy holidays!

"We're going to be late!"

The train ride to Hogwarts was one of the most exciting parts of the wizarding world for young witches and wizards. It was a transport to freedom from the strict households and governmental laws that prohibit underage magic.

However, boarding it was another story.

As Andrew Knight hurriedly boarded the train, he could see the happiness in his fellow classmates' eyes as they entered their carriages and hugged their friends, their chatter rising with every word.

Beads of sweat fell down his face as he ran through the station, hoping that nothing would fall from his cart. He swerved around a family and nearly crashed into the station's columns.

"Coming through!"

He pushed through a crowd of annoyed students with a quick apology.

He arrived at the train door with gasps of relief, quickly casting a levitation spell on his bags before entering the train.

After passing multiple compartments, he found an empty one near the end of the train and halfheartedly placed his baggage into the overhead compartment.

"Okay, Ambroise," Andrew said, lifting the carrier to see his cat. "I guess you're joining me today."

The Bengal cat stared lazily at him before settling down for a nap.

"Love you too, buddy," he muttered, setting him next to his luggage.

The sixth-year waited patiently as he heard more students board the train, staring at the platform to pass the time. A wave of lethargy seeped in his thoughts, causing his vision to blur.

That's the last time I wait to pack, he thought—images began to form as he approached deep sleep. Shouldn't have delayed it so much.

He closed his eyes as he prepared himself to join his feline companion in dreamland when he heard a small knock.

"Hey, how was your trip?"

Andrew lifted his head from the window glass, seeing a redheaded girl standing at the door. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement at the tired boy. "We had to cancel it unfortunately. How was yours, Lily?"

Lily Evans brightened at the question. "Oh, Spain was amazing! We visited Madrid and everything was gorgeous. Buen Retiro Park, the Prado Museum. You should join us some day."

"I'd rather not," he said. "The only Spanish I want to hear is from Latino America. No me meto con los españoles." [I don't mess with the Spanish.]

Knowing his thoughts on the country, Lily rolled her eyes and looked at him closely. "Do you have silver streaks in your hair now?"

Andrew pushed his hair back, feeling a little self-conscious. "Finally hit Veela puberty this summer. Apparently, my genes are fighting each other for dominance. I've only managed to get better control of the charm a week ago. "

He recalled the first time he saw the white strands appear. It had appeared halfway through the summer, and he had awakened with an odd sense that morning. It wasn't until he had entered his bathroom where he saw the frightening sight in his mirror.

His mother, disgruntled to be woken up so early, had groggily explained that it was normal for half-blooded Veelas to experience physical and magical changes through their teens years—similar to that of wizard and muggle puberty.

He still hadn't worked through the sense of meekness to his new appearance.

A voice suddenly emerged from the door.

"Did someone call for charm?"

Marlene McKinnon, who already changed into her robes, entered the compartment with a smile. She flipped her blonde hair dramatically before turning to the boy. "There's my favorite Ravenclaw! Love the new look."

"No," he groaned, jokingly pushing her away as she hugged him. "I can't be stuck with the Gryffindorks."

She laughed. "You know you love us. Hello, Evans! I've missed you both!"

"It's great to see you, Marls," Lily said, patting the seat next to her. "Where's Dorcas?"

"She stopped to get some sweets from the trolley," McKinnon remarked, a sigh in her breath. She sat down, her movements stiff as she did. "She'll join us before her prefect meeting."

"Speaking of prefects," Andrew said, pulling something out of his pocket, "guess who else got chosen."

"No way!" Lily exclaimed at the sight of the badge, pulling out her own.

"Nerds," Marlene quipped with a smile.

For a few hours, the train ride was full of conversation and laughter—speaking of the various events that occurred during the summer— as they passed the great, green countryside.

Although he was always surrounded by amazing feats of enchantments, the ride through the natural landscape always took his breath away. He had the idea that maybe, sometime in the far future he could—

Just as Marlene was about to tell a story about her brothers, the door slid open once more to reveal four Gryffindor boys.

The Marauders, a well-known group among the school's student body, stood there at the compartment's entrance. The boys were quite famous for their cunning and intelligent characters, as well as their good looks, that translated greatly into their extravagant pranks—bringing both awe and fear from their classmates.

Although many were aware of who was responsible for the stunts, the professors could never find enough evidence to give them any form of punishment.

Peter Pettigrew waved excitingly. "Hey, guys!"

"Hello, my Lilyflower," James Potter greeted before nodding at the rest of them. He pushed his glasses back as he took a seat on the other side of the now annoyed redhead. "How are you doing today?"

"Hello, everyone," Remus Lupin greeted, looking apologetic. A prefect badge gleaming on his robes. "May we sit?"

Marlene nodded and gestured at the empty seats. Immediately, the group noticed the tight squeeze. James, Lily, and Marlene already took one side of the compartment—leaving two empty seats next to Andrew.

Sirius Black smirked as he sat next to Andrew before nudging his side. "Nice to see you again, Harpy."

Remus joined them, leaving Peter standing in the full cart.

Andrew was thinking about sitting on the floor when he felt himself being lifted and placed in someone's lap. He felt the vibration of a chuckle hit his back. Blushing, he looked behind him to see Sirius' amused face.

"You okay, Knight?"

The Ravenclaw straightened, pushing down his nerves. "Of course. It's not like I haven't seen you and Potter cuddle."

"Seems you have better things to do in your free time," Lily told James in a bitter tone, twisting her body away from him. "Maybe you should date Black instead."

"Don't be jealous," Potter responded, a lofty smile on his face. "You know I only have eyes for you."

Sirius scoffed. "That's not what you said last night."

"Shut it, Padfoot."

Andrew tried to concentrate on the conversation going on between his Gryffindors friends, but it was proving difficult due to his current position. He looked towards Peter, who had quietly sat in his previous seat, and asked him about his summer.

He looked happy to share a story about a fishing trip his family had taken. "We went to my uncle's house like we do every year, and we managed to—"

Just as the timid boy was mentioning the type of fish they had caught, the Veela felt a soft sensation on his back, his body tensed as his body's sudden sensitivity increased.

Andrew drew in a slight breath—hoping not to distract Peter's retelling—as Sirius began to trace abstract figures across his back. The feeling of sparks trailed behind them, causing a shiver to go down his spine.

"T-That sounds fun, Pete," he commented, wincing at his stutter.

The Veela didn't have to turn around to know that Sirius was at the verge of laughter. He ignored him and continued to listen to his mousy friend. Sirius didn't appear to be finished as his hands slowly moved to his sides . . .

Andrew stood up with a yelp at the sudden pinch.

Everyone paused at the interjection, seeing the edges of the boy's ear turn crimson. Before he could say anything, the door slid once more to reveal a girl with rich black complexion— which was greatly complimented by the blue of her robes.

"Why is everyone so silent?" Dorcas Meadowes asked, taking a bite of her pumpkin pasty.

"It's nothing," Andrew uttered. "Is it time for the meeting?"

His fellow Ravenclaw nodded. "We have ten minutes left, but I thought we'd get a head start. Remus, Lily, good to see you. Ready to go?"

"Dorcas!"

Once she got her attention, Marlene waved happily at the girl and gave her a small "Hi." Dorcas seemed unsure on how to react before she swiftly gave the blonde a short hug, saying she would talk to her later.

The Veela raised an eyebrow at Dorcas as he stood up.

She gave him a look that said they would speak later before gesturing at them to hurry along. As the three prefects stood up, he heard a meow coming from above him.

"Hey, Marls," Andrew asked, stopping at the door. "Could you take care of Ambroise until I get back?"

The remaining Marauders looked at each other in disbelief.

"What about us?" James asked. "We could do it."

"Absolutely not!" Andrew exclaimed, making everyone jump. "Sorry, but the last time I let you care for him, I had to pry him away from the Whomping Willow."

The three troublemakers didn't protest at the statement, and with that said, Andrew and his friends made their way to their meeting.

Jean Doge and Justin Diggle, this year's Head Girl and Head Boy, were definitely an interesting pair. They were the opposite of one another in many ways than one. While Jean wore dark clothing and silver jewelry, Justin was dressed in articles of clothing based on white and pastel colors.

The meeting also made it clear that their personalities were just as distinct. The Head Girl remained stoic and uninterested while her partner excitedly explained the group's responsibilities.

"If you ever need to switch rounds or call out sick, your Head Girl will help you get organized," Justin finished. "That should be everything. Any questions?"

"Yes," Amon Avery—a Slytherin sixth-year—conferred in a terse tone, "since when do we allow beasts to be prefects?"

Andrew knew exactly who he was referring to. He looked away from the blond boy and tried to keep a blank look on his face—not wanting to give him any satisfaction—but unfortunately, he saw the worried look on his friends' faces.

He shook his head slightly. I'm okay.

"Oh, I-I mean, we—" Justin began, looking around for help.

Jean calmly spoke. "Strike one, Avery."

"What do you mean strike one?" the Slytherin spat.

She stood up from her seat and harshly poked Avery in the chest. "I mean you have lost one of the last things that could prevent you from being completely dismissed of the title of prefect. Two more, and I will gladly kick your arse out the door."

Avery flashed her an angry look.

"One thing we"—Doge glared at her partner—"don't do is tolerate any discriminatory behavior of any kind. Do you all understand?"

Everyone nodded.

"Good."

Andrew gave her an appreciative smile as she looked around the room. She gave him a subtle nod before returning to her seat, pushing past Diggle as she did. The Head Boy continued to stutter as he failed to regain some sort of control of the room.

Jean exhaled. "Meeting's over."

Andrew was ready to run out of the room when the Head Girl asked him to stay behind. Remus, Lily and Dorcas tried to wait for him outside, but he told them to go ahead without him. He took a small breath, already concerned with what she would say.

She grabbed her bag before looking him straight in the eye. "Don't listen to him. You are worth more than that incestual tosser."

"Will do," he responded, glad for her briefness.

After she left the room, he waited a moment before leaving the compartment. Almost immediately, he sensed a set of piercing eyes glaring at him. The Veela looked up to see Avery standing in the train's small hallway.

The Ravenclaw knew he didn't have a choice but to go past him. If he didn't, his friends would come looking for him and escalate things. It would also let Avery know he had successfully gotten under his skin.

He swallowed his nerves and kept walking.

"Oi, Knight," Amon hissed, grabbing his arm. "I should've known you were too cowardly to defend yourself in there."

"What do you want?" Andrew muttered, wincing slightly at the tight grip. "It's way too early in the year to be getting into fights, even for you."

"Things are changing," he spat, taking out his wand. "You got lucky today, but you better hope you don't get in my way. We both know what Veelas are only good for."

The Ravenclaw laughed mockingly. "I didn't know you were so desperate for a shag."

Avery growled, his features becoming sharper in his anger as well as his grip. He looked ready to cast a hex when a voice caught their attention.

"Get away from him, Avery!"

The two boys turned to see a furious Sirius marching towards them, his wand raised. Andrew took the chance to shake his arm away from the Slytherin and took a step back. He carefully grabbed his wand, unsure of what to do.

Andrew was aware of the Gryffindor's defensive behavior. It was one of the few times he had felt a sense of true fear of him as his rash thoughts would always lead to dangerous actions to those against him.

If he wasn't careful, who knew what would happen.

As his friend got closer, he could see a dust of sugar covering his shirt front. They must've caught his attention as he made his way back from the trolley.

"Black," Amon said, annoyance lacing his words. "Still slumming with abominations I see."

Sirius scowled. "You should watch your tongue. "

"Don't tell me what to do, blood traitor."

"I should take care of you right now and relieve the world of you, you mindless git."

"You don't scare me."

"Not yet."

"Sectu—"

At that moment, a dream-like smile formed on the Slytherin's face. Sirius barely had time to look confused when the same expression took over. Andrew sighed as he continued to exert some of his charm, the air almost suffocating with it.

"Come on, Sirius," the Veela urged, pulling at his sleeve. "We should go. He's not worth it."

The Gryffindor nodded excitedly. "Anything for you, love."

Ignoring the term of endearment, the boy pulled Sirius back in the direction of their compartment—leaving behind a recovering Amon.

Andrew didn't turn around when the Slytherin spoke.

"One day, Knight," Avery shouted, "you won't have your friends or your abilities to save you. Disgusting half-breed."