Make up to the previous fight;
Rumours plagued the school for the following month. After all, the four boys who had been the center of attention from their fist year here, suddenly became a three pair.
What could possibly drive a wedge between those four? No one knew the answer, but that didn't stop many of the Gryffindors from trying to mend it. After all, two of their Quidditch players, unable to stand being in the same room, couldn't possibly be any help in their upcoming match!
That quickly ended when Sirius cursed one boy so badly that he wound up in the hospital wing for a month. Gryffindors resigned themselves to a failed match after that.
Seeing as the final match of the season had boiled down to Slytherin vs Gryffindor, tensions had already been running high between the two houses. The Quidditch captain, Edric Vosper, was demanding near constant practice for his team, made slightly difficult when one of his Beater's didn't show up for any practice.
Vosper would have made a bigger deal out of it, this was his last game at the school, but the problem was he couldn't find Sirius Black to yell at him for it. He was never seen in the Gryffindor common room, and since they were three years apart they didn't have remotely the same schedule. Resigned to a defeat, he seemed to be taking it out on the rest of his team, working them longer and harder than ever.
The day of the game, Black finally made his appearance, and Vosper threatened to not let him play at all. Then Sirius brought up the point that there wasn't a reserve Beater, but Vosper could go find one in the span of five minutes before the game started.
Frustrated but being forced to acknowledge that argument, the team walked onto the pitch in the foulest mood possibly in Hogwarts history.
One sharp blast of the whistle, and the commentary began.
"And Potter takes possession of the Quaffle at once, passes it to Vosper, who passes it back to Potter, who duck's a hit from Slytherin Beater Nox- would you look it there folk's, the new Slytherin Seeker is already going into a dive, this could be something, it's Black's first game after all-"
Sirius turned sharply and nearly fell off his broom when he heard that. His eyes scanning the game to see if McKinnon was out of her mind. Surely the announcer had the sun in her eyes, or the wrong name... then a green blur darted past him.
Sirius only caught sight of his baby brother for a minute, but it was long enough to stun him in midair as his mind floundered. He hadn't spoken to Regulus in ages, yet how had he missed the fact he had made his own house team?
"Black!" Vosper roared as he flew past, Quaffle tucked safely under his arm. "Pay attention!"
Sirius shook himself, gritting his teeth in annoyance at himself for being so easily distracted, and pelted off towards a bludger that was being aimed for James by the opposing Slytherin beater.
He never knew what happened. His friends tried to describe what happened to him later, but they never went into too great a detail, and he never asked them to.
He woke up in the hospital wing three days later, with Remus not even hiding the fact that he was in the chair next to his bed, dark circles under sleep deprived eyes. James and Peter were hiding under the cloak because Madam Pomfrey had kicked them out at curfew, then again that had never stopped them from sneaking in to see Remus.
They talked a lot that night, about how if he hadn't woken up the next day he would have been sent to Saint Mungo's since he should have woken up already. How they had known Sirius long enough they shouldn't have overreacted when he did what he always did, spoke without thinking.
Sirius tried several times to apologize for his actions, but for some reason, seeing Sirius nearly get his head bashed in made an apology null and void.