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And welcome to my first fanfic on fanfic.net! I hope you enjoy it!

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Nothing belongs to me but the plot and a few select characters. Don't sue. Simple as that.

Summary

Sirius' story. His whole story.

A life full of angst, loves and friends, all getting mixed up in the crazy web that only Sirius and his weird mind can create.

He gets accepted to Hogwarts and his life starts to look up.

There is a catch. There's always a catch in Sirius' life.

He falls in love with a girl.

That usually doesn't mean trouble, but with this girl, it's different….

The whole Story

Chapter 3-An eleven year old Sirius.

'I can't let them catch me this time. It will be one too many times. I will just keep running. They won't get me.'

I was running down the road, escaping my Fathers much expected punishment. He won't come after me. He won't waste his life on me when he has more important things to be done. Like work. My Father was a highly regarded businessman. He hated me so much, because I wasn't like him.

'I don't want to be like him!' Why would I? My Father would probably leave me to come back when I get hungry. He probably hoped I would get eaten by the wolves, in the forest, on the border of the little town we lived in.

This wasn't the first time I had tried to run away. I had tried it a lot of times, but I always came back.

'This time will be different! I won't come back. I'll find a children's home if I have to. I won't go back.' At that time, I lived with my father, stepmother and stepbrother and sister. I hated them all. They were all mean to me because I was the youngest, or the one who had been expelled from 39 different schools at the age of ten, but most of all, because I was different.

I was a wizard. Even when I hadn't known what I was, I had always been different. Something strange had always happened whenever I got angry, things I couldn't explain. I had been accepted to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry and I would have done anything to go, but my Dad wrote back, saying I couldn't. My place had probably been given to somebody else by that time. I frowned, remembering every minute of it. I had gotten the letter and didn't really intend to show anyone, just casually ask for money for school supplies. My Dad asked

'What school?'

'One you've never heard of.'

'What school? And what's that?' My father snatched the letter out of my hands and read it quickly. I knew what was coming next. 'YOU MOST CERTAINLY CANNOT GO TO THIS STUPID SCHOOL. GO UPSTAIRS TO YOUR ROOM AND DON'T COME BACK DOWN UNTILL DINNER!' He turned the paper around and wrote on the back…

My son will not be coming to your nonsense school! Don't expect him there! Leave me and my family alone or I will get the police on you! I will do it, so it's best if you stay away and go back to your cauldrons! Good day to you, you freaks!

He sent it off with the owl the letter came with. ('Freakish way of sending letters'-Mr. Black.) I stomped upstairs to my room and locked the door. I got a big night bag out and packed it with clothes, the food supplies I had in my bedroom and anything else I might have needed. I opened the window and climbed out onto the tree. My Dad saw me and ran out of the door, cursing at me and shouting at me. Luckily, I was a fast runner, so I out ran him.

R+R and I will love you.