Sirius Black sat under the canopy of shady branches, lounging on the colorful soft fabrics of pillows on which he lied out on in a very sprawled- like fashion.

"Ah, this is the life," the raven-haired boy said as he plopped a ripened grape into his mouth. "What could be missing?"

A tropical island, fine, fine food, plush service, yes, and oh the service indeed.

Three tanned exotic looking girls emerged from hazy-nowhere, sauntering in a very cat-like way over to where Sirius was lounging. As if it were only natural, the boy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at a particular girl who just so happened to oddly resemble Lily Evans.

Now, in only a foot of a distance, Sirius turned his full attention over to the second beauty, who happened to be clad suitably for a sandy deserted island.

The girl was dressed in a green grass skirt that swayed as she walked, dangerously covering 'those gorgeous legs' Sirius thought. 'Oh Merlin, oh Merlin times ten! And look at that face... that beautifully molded face of James Potter.'

"James!"

"Gahhh!" Sirius yelled at the top of his lungs.

The boy sat up in one swift movement, coming face to face with someone he had been dreaming- er, having a terrible, terrible nightmare about. James.

"James! You bloody piece of sh-"

James sat peacefully crossed legged on top of his best friend's untidy bed with his wand twirling in his left hand. Sirius without checking his watch concluded that it was a decent time past early morning considering James was already dressed in Hogwarts apparel and their dorm room appeared empty, void of any signs of life from the other roommates.

"Why do you insist on making my life a miserable hell hole, awake and not?" Sirius asked through a forced grin.

James peered through his glasses in a hurtful manner, "I don't really think I give you that hard of a time, Padfoot, I'd say I am actually a rather tolerant roommate.

Sirius snorted.

James raised an eyebrow.

This above all analyzing from an outsider's view, merely meant that Sirius was hardly convinced of James's earlier imply and was asking his friend to name even just one example to stand as supportive evidence.

"I do recall a certain time when Mr. Padfoot snuck in a pretty Gryffindor girl into this very dorm, and a particular Mr. Padfoot not even bothering to use a particular silencing charm on this particular bed-"

After a tinge of blush swept over Sirius' face, animal reactions ensued and the boy was now beating James' pride-swollen head with a feather pillow.

This chaotic-filled event dragged on for more than ten minutes, until James hastily remembered the reason why he even came up to the dorm room. Sirius had slept in and was very late for breakfast; and after much fear for even consulting the clock, they were now late for class.

Racing past two rather annoying portraits who eagerly insisted that James' head seemed rather swollen and agitated this morning, the marauders made it to their first class.

McGonagall's.

'Yes, just lovely,' Sirius thought. 'Pray that it be the one morning she is blissfully unaware to her surroundings.'

Of course this was not so.

"Good morning Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, so glad you both could fit my class into your schedules."

"Blissfully unaware my arse" Sirius muttered as he and James stood by the classroom door, adjusting their robes as Professor McGonagall approached them with her hands clutched.

"I do expect that Sirius, you will remember to stay after class for arrangements to be made?"

Sirius nodded numbly at the floor.

"Yes, now go take your seats. Oh and please try and look a bit more... civilized." Professor McGonagall made a face as she gestured toward James' robes, which wrinkled in odd places.

The two boys smiled roguishly at the class and made their way to where Remus and Peter sat.

"The first advanced spell originated in 1890, when Florgis-"

This was the only piece of information that Sirius actually registered due to the fact that his mind began to wander to different matters.

Like quidditch, James' annoying infatuation with that red-head girl, and the fact that Remus was staring a hole into his head.

"Sirius! You dolt, class is over," the sandy-haired boy said with a nudge.

The class filed out rather quickly leaving the four marauders inside the dungeon- er classroom.

Professor McGonagall eyed the four boys as she tapped her foot on the stone tiles.

Remus, James, and Peter received the genuine 'get out' look as they all hurriedly patted Sirius on the back and scattered out of the classroom.

"Mr. Black," the transfiguration professor tapped the desk in front of her.

Sirius did not need any telling twice, as he seated himself quietly and humbly into the desk.

The marauder dared to look up as Professor McGonagall shuffled through papers on her desk, finally pulling out two yellow slips.

Two yellow slips that were indeed not detention slips.

"Mr. Black, it has come to mine and other teachers' attention that you and your little group cannot cease getting into trouble." McGonagall was now standing in front of her student; Sirius could hardly bare to look, 'Merlin, that woman can scold."

"It has also come to our attention that no matter how much trouble you manage to get into, your marks continue to be outstanding."

"Yes, very few can achieve what I do-"

"Mr. Black, I was hardly aiming to compliment you. Nonetheless, this scenario would lead me to believe that you have a great deal of time on your hands."

Sirius looked intently at his professor.

He did not like where this was going.

"Furthermore, the staff and I have concluded that perhaps a better management of your time will teach you a lesson to stay out of trouble and be more dedicated to certain school work."

No, Sirius definitely did not like where this was going.

"Professor?"

"I have made arrangements with Professor Sutter, head of S.W.R.T.B.F- oh for Merlin's sake! She's head of the new tutoring program that you will be involved in for the next month."

She was kidding, but she was not laughing.

It was a nightmare, but Sirius couldn't wake up.

'Damn the options at hand!' Sirius thought.

All that remained was that this was all real and Professor McGonagall was just evil.

Yes, sadly true.

Sirius jumped from his seat in a panicked behavior. "Professor, a month! Absurd! You can't do this to me. Really, really! Do you know what type of people go there to be tutored? Insane people, professor! Just insane, wrong, very, very wrong people!"

It was a statement. All of it was.

Sirius knew what type of people dwelled inside the tutoring program. He knew them through reputation and experience. He knew them because he was the boy at Hogwarts Wizarding School who received valentines day cards, two weeks before it was even Valentines Day. Oh, he knew what type of people they were, they were the type of people who would send heart shaped notes that read 'Be mine or be no one else's Sirius Black.'

These people, they were stalkers, crazies, fans. Dangerous people. Why did Professor McGonagall not understand this?

"Ahh!" Sirius screamed in a high pitch manner just visualizing the thought. "No, no, no, no, professor! Please, you don't understand I can't-"

Professor McGonagall observed her student with nonchalance.

"Mr. Black, I am appalled at how you of all people would dislike someone because of stereotypes."

Sirius calmed down a bit upon hearing this statement. He knew she was referring to his family and his pure hatred toward anyone categorizing him as a dark wizard because of his surname.

"Professor-"

"Mr. Black, I am sorry that this punishment does not appeal to you, but the only thing the sessions will be asking of you is that you tutor the student assigned to you."

"I'm no-"

"Nontheless, I will still ask that you look over this schedule and attend the first tutoring session assigned to you."

McGonagall handed Sirius a pink schedule that looked quite full of sessions, all ranging to different times during the day.

Tomorrow at 6:10 in the morning was Sirius' first tutoring session.