Hey, so I was just looking over my story and I realized that somehow part of it got left out. So here is Chapter 3 reposted, the beginning is new! Sorry about that! I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does!

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They left the classroom. As they walked, Sirius got a sick feeling in his stomach. "Andromeda the Gryffindors, they don't like me."

"You're a Black, did you expect them to greet you with open arms?" Andromeda looked down at him.

Sirius looked up at her confused, " But Andromeda, our family is popular."

Andromeda shook her head, "They are but Gryffindor is another world. In your parent's world of just purebloods, yes the Blacks are one of the finest families. But there is more than just pure blood families."

"But if they don't like me, how, oh Andromeda, I don't think I can do this," Sirius sighed deeply.

They were at the Fat Lady. Andromeda looked at him; "Here is the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. The password is bravery. Find that in yourself." She hugged him tightly again. "Its going to be an uphill battle the whole way, just keep going. There is always hope, remember that. If you need me, I'll be around to help."

She turned and left. Sirius faced the Fat Lady. He was shaking from head to foot, "Bravery."

The Fat Lady opened and Sirius saw the opening for the common room. He stepped up into the common and found himself face to face with most of the House.

A girl stepped forward, "Where have you been? 1st years were suppose to be with Tom."

"What were you doing? Hanging around with your Slytherin friends? We saw you on the train sitting with Malfoy."

"I."

"You're not welcome here Black. We know who you are," another boy stepped forward.

"Er."

"1st years are suppose to be in bed," the girl said.

But Sirius whipped around and ran out of the common room as fast as his short legs would carry him.

"Go back to your Slytherin friends!" someone called after him.

Sirius ran and ran. He had no idea where he was going, but he really didn't care. After about 20 minutes he stopped. He took a few deep calming breathes and looked around. He knew he was miles from Gryffindor Tower. He walked over to the window and looked out. Who was he? That question had been asked of him so many times tonight. He thought he knew, he thought he knew about the world but he didn't. Had his parents lied to him? He knew the Blacks were rich, and a respected pure blood family, but that didn't seem the case! He knew getting into any other House was a bad thing, but he seemed to have arranged his own death. He didn't want to be in Gryffindor though, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be in Slytherin either. He didn't know who he was; the Hat had said that. This morning everything seemed so clear, so straight, but now he was on a curvy road. Everything was so wrong.

Lost in his thoughts he had noticed a cat come up to him. He looked down as the cat meowed at him. His heart stopped. He had heard of a cat that patrolled the grounds and belonged to a crazy man.

Sirius took a step backward and then another one. He whipped around and ran. Sirius ran as fast as his legs would take him. He reached a staircase and decided to go up. He looked back when he was halfway up the stairs; the cat had not followed him. He was running down a hallway now, and as he ran past a door, he thought he really needed a place to sleep. He stopped running for a second to catch his breath. He looked around and noticed that the door he had run past was now opened. Walking slowly and quietly he went up to the door and peered in.

It was a bedroom. Sirius wondered if it was a teacher's room, but then he saw his trunk at the foot of the bed. What was his trunk doing here? Pajamas were laid out on the bed. Sirius raised an eyebrow and looked around. Well, he was tired, and he didn't know how to get back to Gryffindor Tower. He walked around and found a bathroom. He went in and took a shower. After getting into the fresh, clean pajamas he got into bed, and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

The next morning Sirius woke up confused. He opened his eyes, where was he? He got up and looked around. The events of the previous night came back to him, and he sat back on the bed. Who was he? The answer he would have given this time yesterday would no longer work. He had no idea who he was. He bit his lip; he'd better go. He wasn't sure exactly where he was but he couldn't miss the first day of school. He quickly showered and dressed. He got his books out of his trunk and shouldered his bag.

"Everyone is looking for you," Sirius looked up to see the portrait of Phineas Nigelus, his great, great grandfather staring down at him.

"Let them."

"Gryffindor are you? Your parents know. I left the house, couldn't stand the yelling," Phineas told him. "I had forgotten how loud your mother yells."

"I don't care!" Sirius said. He was just putting up a front for Phineas. They knew? He was dead!

"Do you care about anything blood traitor?"

"Shut up and leave me alone!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Come, I'll bring you down to the Great Hall, you have mail."

"From my parents?"

But Phineas was done talking to him. Sirius didn't really want to follow his relative, but without him, he could be roaming the school for hours just trying to find his way to the Great Hall. He sighed and went after him.

"Phineas! SLOW DOWN!" He yelled at the portrait, but Phineas didn't listen. He was walking quickly through the portraits, and Sirius broke into a run to catch him.

Sirius ran for a half an hour before the smell of food told him he had arrived. "Thanks for nothing Phineas," Sirius muttered as he wiped his face of sweat. He checked himself and made sure he looked half-decent. He then opened the door and went in.

Heads turned when he entered but he kept his head down. He made straight for the Gryffindor table and closed his ears as he walked by. He knew they were all whispering insults to him, but he couldn't listen.

He sat down and started to pile food on his plate. He glanced up; it didn't look like the mail had arrived yet. Phineas said he had been sent mail, well he knew it wasn't congratulations for betraying your family letter from his parents. He just hoped they wouldn't send him a Howler.

A second later 100 owls swept into the Great Hall. Sirius didn't look up; he really didn't want to know if he had received mail. He was eating his bacon, when the family owl appeared in his eyesight. It had a red letter attached to its leg.

"Oh Merlin," he whispered to himself. He grabbed the Howler. He was ready to run out with it, but it decided he was taking too long and it opened,

"SIRIUS ORIEN BLACK! BLOOD TRAITOR! I HAVE HALF A MIND TO COME AND DRAG YOU HOME AND SHOW YOU YOUR PLACE IN THIS WORLD! GRYFFINDOR? GRYFFINDOR? HOW DARE YOU! YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO YOUR FATHER AND I, AND ALL YOUR DECENT, PURE RELATIVES! DISGRACE TO THIS FINE FAMILY! OUR FAMILY IS NOW STAINED, AND IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE!"

Sirius could have thrown up. His mother's voice could be heard throughout the Hall, and everyone turned to look. Students pointed and laughed, especially at the Gryffindor table. His mother wasn't done but Sirius bolted from the hall. Tears were running down his face, he was blinded by them, and he didn't even know where he was going.

"Sirius! Sirius!" Andromeda's voice rang in his ears. He stopped running, but the tears came down harder.

"Oh Sirius," Andromeda hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry Sirius."

"Shhhh, its okay Sirius. Forget about her, she's just a mean bitch anyway," Andromeda tried to comfort him.

"I can't believe she said that, blood traitor? No son of mine?" Sirius cried out. "I don't even want to be in Gryffindor! It's not my fault! Andromeda I want to leave!" Sirius cried into her shoulder.

"You can't let them get the best of you," Andromeda told him firmly. "Stick with it Sirius."

"The Gryffindors kicked me out last night Andromeda!" Sirius told her still crying. "When you left me, I went in and they all ganged up on me! They were saying that I should be in bed, and I didn't come up with the Prefect! They think I was with Slytherins, and I'm not good enough to be in Gryffindor! They don't like ME!"

"I'll deal with them," Andromeda promised. "You just hang in there."

Sirius looked up his eyes were red and the tears were drying on his face, "Why is this happening to me?"

"Because someone thinks you are made of tougher stuff than you let on," Andromeda hugged him tightly again. She released him and looked him in the eye; "you will triumph over this. I know you will. Come, you have class. I grabbed your schedule when you didn't show up for breakfast."

Sirius took it. "I can't switch houses can I?"

"You are in Gryffindor a reason," Andromeda told him, "I don't know what that reason is, but you will soon find out."

"I want to be with you though," Sirius whined.

"You would hate Ravenclaw, you hate work Sirius," Andromeda laughed. "I'll show you to your classroom. Transfiguration first… um you can tell me about the new teacher then."

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Twenty minutes later Sirius entered his Transfiguration classroom. He was the only one there. He looked around, and chose a seat in the back. He threw his bag down and sat down. His parent's words were still ringing in his ears. He had known they would be angry, but to say he was a blood traitor and he was no son of theirs? Were they going to disown him? Where would he go if they did? He didn't have any friends, and no relatives would take him in if he did get disowned. Well Uncle Alphard might, but then he would get into trouble and get disowned. Uncle Alphard was his great uncle; his wife had died many years ago. He was getting old, and after fighting in the war against Grindleward, his parents had said he might not live too much longer. He had been captured and tortured, he had fought against the Black Family. Why he wasn't disowned, Sirius didn't know. He knew he had been a Slytherin, and Headboy, but wouldn't he be a blood traitor?

"You run like a girl Black."

Sirius looked up, the other Gryffindors had arrived and at once James Potter had come over.

"Did you cry too?"

Sirius didn't respond. It was best if he just kept quiet; he had his mother's temper. He didn't need to be in trouble on the first day of classes.

James Potter seeing he wasn't getting any response from Sirius walked away reliving the Howler Sirius had received. Why didn't they like him? What had he done to them?


The teacher entered. Sirius looked up to see the young Professor put a stack of books down on her desk and look up at them all.

"I am Professor McGonagall, welcome to Transfiguration. Transfiguration is one of the hardest subjects you will study at Hogwarts. I will not tolerate any foolishness in my classroom. You are here to learn, not fool around. If you don't agree with this, leave now. I will not hesitate to throw anyone out of my class if you get carried away. You have been warned. Now." She looked up at all of them and then took roll call. When she said Sirius' name, James Potter nudged Remus Lupin and whispered, "Nickname: Blood Traitor."

Sirius barely paid attention as they started class. McGonagall wrote a bunch of complicated notes up on the board, which silently the class took down. Sirius did not. He stared out the window. He was already bored.

"Mr. Black!" McGonagall was standing in front of him. Sirius jumped, lost in his thoughts he had not realized.

"Why did you not copy down the notes I put on the board like the rest of your class?" she asked him.

Sirius looked around; he saw someone's parchment filled with notes. "Er, well I know it." He said without thinking. He knew it? What a bad excuse, he didn't know it. He looked up at McGonagall.

Her nostrils flared and he put a match in front of him. "Well then, transfigure this into a needle."

Sirius tried not to gape. He nodded and took out his wand. Was there words he had to say? How did he do it? He looked up at the board and read half the notes. McGonagall had written the charm up on the board. Nodding to himself, he took a deep breath and saying the words, imagined the match being a needle, and hit the match with his wand.

Think about how shiny the needle is, and how pointy it is, Sirius thought to himself. You can do this Sirius. Come on Sirius.

He looked down and smiled. There, in place of the match was a nice, shiny needle. He smiled up at McGonagall who didn't smile back.

She walked away from him without saying anything.

"Show off," James Potter whispered back to him as McGonagall headed back to the front of the room.

He looked around, most of the students were agreeing with James. He had done it to show off. They shook their heads and grumbled among themselves. Sirius sighed; nothing he did was going to get them to like him. He sat back and watched everyone else try and transfigure their matches into needles.

By the end of the class, everyone was in a bad mood. Only Sirius had been able to transfigure his match into a needle. Instead of feeling proud at his accomplishment, Sirius felt ten times worse. And then he reminded himself; it was only the morning of the first day.