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Chapter 1

Sirius Black trudged around his room glumly and in a very non-sirius like way. He had been forced back to Grimmauld because of summer break. He was planning to run to his best friend's James' house and spend the summer with him, but he never had a good chance so he was stuck in his awful, stuffy Slytherin infested house for the time being. He fell back on the bed and groaned. He couldn't be cooped up here any longer-there was nothing to do!
"SIRIUS BLACK!" screamed a shrill voice from down stairs. Sirius rolled his eyes and took a breath before yelling back.
"WHAT?!"
"GET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW! GO DO SOMETHING! YOU'RE GETTING YOUR BROTHER IN A BAD MOOD SINCE YOU'VE BEEN MOPING AROUND." His mother answered back. I would love to, he thought. But as always, he decided to annoy his mother as much as possible. Getting up, he stormed out of his bedroom and leaned over the banister of the staircase, where his mother glared up at him with her hands on her hips.
"Where does Prince Regulas want me to go?" he said with a sneer. His mother pursed her lips together.
"Don't you dare insult your brother, Sirius Black! In fact, leave. Get your school things and go to Potter's house. Your cousins are coming for the holidays anyway and I don't want you and Bellatrix to get in another fight. YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" she yelled sternly. "SIRIUS?!" But Sirius had already hurried back to his room, ecstatic. Quickly, he owled James to tell him he was coming before hurrying up to the attic to get his trunk and supplies. Shoving Regulas's stuff out of the way, he threw some clothes into his trunk and snapped it shut.
"Leaving so soon?" barked a scratchy voice from the corner. Sirius jumped and whirled around and at the same time trying to get his wand out of his pocket, causing him to trip over Regulas's trunk. Getting himself up again, he glared angrily at the Black family house elf, Kreecher.
"Dammit Kreecher! Why can't you live in the light? You ALWAYS do that to me! And yes, for your information, I am leaving. Now get out of here!" he yelled harshly. Kreecher scuttled out of the room, mumbling to himself about blood traitors. Sirius shook his head, disgusted. Suddenly, something slammed to the ground as if it had fallen off one of the shelves. Sirius again, whirled around but saw nothing but a scratched, wooden box on the ground. Curiously, he flipped the heavy box over to find what looked like wooden flaps. Opening to two sides, it now lay flat on the floor revealing...
"A game board?" Sirius said out loud. He furrowed his brow but shrugged.
"Hell, it'll be something to do in this boredom of a summer," he reopened his trunk and dropped it safely on top of his clothes. He looked up to see an owl knocking on the glass window with his beak. Quickly, he creaked open the window and let the owl in. It flew around recklessly and excitedly making it very hard for Sirius to get the note off the bird's feet. Finally, after much effort, he yanked the small package and piece of parchment off and uncoiled it. PADFOOT- BRILLIANT! I'VE BEEN SO BLOODY BORED! COME ASAP! WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BLAST! REMUS IS COMING TOO! PETER COULDN'T MAKE IT. MY DAD MADE A PORTKEY
FOR YOU TOO.
-PRONGS

Hastily, Sirius grasped onto his trunk's hand and impressively unwrapped the portkey with his free hand. Suddenly, before Sirius could even have a good look at the object, he popped into oblivion and within seconds, appeared on the Potter doorstep with his trunk. The door flew open to reveal James Potter grinning excitedly. Sirius grinned back.
"Hey mate! Come in!" James said opening to door all the way. "Moony should probably be coming very soon,"
"You sent him a portkey too?" Sirius asked, plopping down on the couch. James nodded and threw himself into an easy chair so that his legs hung casually over the armrest.
"I found this really weird thing in my attic before I left," Sirius said. James raised his eyebrows, plainly interested.
"What is it? Lemme see," he said. Sirius swatted his hand at James.
"No, I'm not gonna show it to you until Moony is here," Sirius said. James rolled his eyes. But before he could say another word, the front door opened.
"Knock, knock," came a voice from the doorway. Sirius grinned at Remus Lupin and then glanced at James who had cocked his head at him.
"And you were saying?"

Remus closed James's bedroom door quietly, before hurrying over to the bed where Sirius had laid out the wooden box.
"What is it?" James asked. Sirius held up his hand.
"Check it out," he said in a whisper and then opened to two flaps to reveal the game board again. Remus raised an eyebrow.
"A game board? Wow, soooo cool." He said sarcastically.
"Nah, look at it, mate. You don't see game boards like this in a Diagon Alley toy store. Check out the engravings." James said, tracing the wooden engravements with a finger.
"Wait, wait. What does that say right there?" Remus said, pointing toward a section of the board where there were small silver pieces and some fancy writing. All three soon-to-be-7th years leaned in closer. Remus read out loud.
WHAT YOU HAVE BEFORE YOU IS NOT A NORMAL BOARD GAME. THIS IS THE MOST MAGICAL AND ENCHANTED GAME YOU HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED. THE ONES WHO PLAY, MUST PLAY. THE ONES WHO CHEAT, CHOOSE DEFEAT. PLAY, AND LIVE YOUR WILDEST
DREAMS. The three teenagers looked at each other, enthralled.
"Let's play," said Sirius excitedly. Remus stopped him.
"No. Did you not read that? We can't play it here, not in the house. And it's too late in the day to begin it. Let's so somewhere extra safe tomorrow morning." He suggested. James and Sirius thought for a moment.
"Moony's right. Keep it in your trunk so my parents don't find it. We'll go somewhere else tomorrow." James said in agreement. Sirius nodded. They had all read the small blurb. What were they getting themselves into?