CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 for language and thoughts.
SUMMARY: Sirius remembering some of the times he spent during his years at Hogwarts, at the Shrieking Shack.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, in any way, shape or form. I love to read the books, but I sure don't own them. J.K. Rowling and WB do. This is simply a tribute to the Harry Potter series. I am making no money from this and I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is Sirius' thoughts... He's not talking to anyone, it's all in his mind.
Thank you: I would like to thank my beta reader, ***Draco~Malfoy~Lover***. Thank you so much.
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Chapter Three
Memories Resurface


It's the beginning of October and I can feel the weather starting to get cooler.

I'm going to try and start making trips into Hogwarts grounds tonight. Just to see if I can make it up to at least the castle. I know when I'm going to strike, it will be the perfect time... Halloween. No one in their right mind will take a pet rat to the Halloween Feast. Alright... Frank Longbottom, but no one said he was all there to begin with.

The trail to Hogwarts is a familiar one at least. I can't remember how many times Prongs, Wormtail, Moony and I took it on our midnight prowls. It really was great you know, the old days... when we all trusted each other. I mean really trusted each other. Hell, we were the ones to help Moony when he needed us the most. Like I could let one of my best friends go though that alone?

The shack is more than just a place to stay. It's riddled with good memories. I need those.

Like the time Prongs decided that he could fit into the closet as a stag... alright.... so I bet him ten Galleons he wouldn't be able to get back out without turning back into himself. I was right too. Not like ten Galleons meant much to him, but it was the principle of the thing.

There were some sad memories too, though. Like the day Mom and Dad were killed. Prongs and Moony dragged me out here, with Wormtail trailing behind. I should have known then that something was up, but Worry was a strange chap to begin with.

My friends... threw thick and thin, they were there. Now I have no one. Thanks to that slimy git. How could they have thought it was me when I lost my parents to Voldemort? I almost wish he had taken me too, but that Christmas there was a full moon, so I stayed here at Hogwarts with the other three. We couldn't leave Moony to fend for himself.

What a great Christmas present that was. To wake up Christmas morning to find Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall standing over my bed. Here I was in my boxers and in comes the Headmaster and the HOT new Transfiguration teacher. From the look on their faces, I knew something was wrong. Hell, I knew something was wrong because they were in our dorm.

I cried when they told me... me... the strong one... cried. And it was on Prongs shoulder I cried on. He held me close... saying it was going to be alright.

How could anyone think that I would betray him?

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How could I betray the man that made me, Sirius Black, Best Man at his wedding? It was right after graduation because Kitty was already pregnant with Harry.

Prongs was so proud when he told us in this room. It was funny watching him, really. He kept babbling on about how things were going to change when we graduated and how he didn't want any of us to split apart. Sorry Prongs...

The first thing he finally said was that he and Kitty were getting married and then that she was going to have a baby. His baby. I can't forget that, he kept saying over and over again that it was 'his baby'.

Not that any one would doubt that Harry wasn't his. Kitty loved Prongs with all her heart and would never do anything to hurt him.

I was so ecstatic when they asked me to be Harry's godfather. What else could I say but yes? I mean hell, Prongs is my best friend and Kitty, his beautiful wife. They were the world to me, so why shouldn't their son follow in their footsteps? I would die for Harry if I had to.

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Enough of this you git, your wasting moonlight.

Time to prowl the grounds again...