The Marauder Days: Year 1

Chapter 1, Part 1: A Sirius Letter

Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter was created, and belong to J.K. Rowling (boweths to her) Everything that's of my creation in this fic belong to me, I guess.

A/N: Just to let you know: This is my first fic for this site. Please read and review! I wanna know if you like it!

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"SIRIUS, GET DOWN HERE!" Sirius's mother yelled from somewhere downstairs. Not the best way Sirius would have liked to be awoken on his birthday. He unwillingly got out of bed and got dressed sleepily, not realizing he put his shirt on backwards. He took a quick look at himself in the small mirror on his wall. His black hair needed to be cut badly, it was almost shoulder length.

He stumbled down the stairs and into the gloomy kitchen. His younger brother Regulus, a small boy with short curly black hair, was already there, awake and all pieces of clothing on correctly. His mother, a tall skinny woman with long black hair, was at the table, too, reading the Daily Prophet. "Mudbloods...They don't deserve to be working at the Ministry..." She mumbled as she read a small article about a new head in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

"Happy birthday, Sirius." His mother muttered as he sat in a wooden chair across from his brother. Kreacher, the Black family house-elf, set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. The two slices of bacon were atop the eggs parallel each other to make an eleven.

At least they recognize I'm eleven today... Sirius thought gloomily.

There was a soft swooshing noise, the hooting of an owl, and the sound of a letter being dropped through the mail slot in the entrance hall outside the kitchen.

"Owl post...Get it, please, Regulus." Their mother said without looking up. Regulus got up and left the kitchen for a minute. When he came back, he was clutching a letter. He threw it like a Frisbee at Sirius, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Congratulations, you've been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Hooray..." He finished dully and sat down again to finish his breakfast. Sirius caught the letter and stared at it.

"Thank goodness," Mrs. Black said, ripping the letter out of Sirius's hands. "We were beginning to think you were a Squib." She added with a look at Sirius as if he were a cockroach. Regulus was failing miserably at hiding his amusement. He had often made jokes about Sirius possibly being a Squib. But they knew he wasn't, even before the letter. When he was smaller he threw a tantrum and shattered a few glasses and sent a few knifes flying across the kitchen.

I'll show you...I'll be a great wizard... Sirius thought when his mother gave him the look. He stared at his eggs, waiting for another remark about him.

"I guess we should make a trip to Diagon Alley. Why does your birthday have to be so close to the start of the school year? So little time to get supplies..." Mrs. Black sighed. She set the Prophet down. "We'll leave after breakfast...And, Sirius, why can't you manage to put your shirt on right, like your brother? Fix that before we leave!" She snapped at him.

She got up and started to walk out of the kitchen. "Clean up when they're done, Kreacher, and fetch the bag of Floo Powder after you clean up." She said to the house-elf waiting in the corner. The elf bowed deeply and said, "Yes, mistress." as she turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the boys to finish breakfast in silence.

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Sirius walked into the kitchen with his shirt on right. His mother and Regulus were waiting for him by the fireplace on the far wall.

"Kreacher, where's that Floo Powder?" Mrs. Black barked.

The elf came running in with a small leather sack in his hands. He handed the bag to Mrs. Black, readjusted his loincloth then started off towards the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen. Before he entered, he turned to his mistress and bowed deeply.

Mrs. Black took a handful of the Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace.

"You first, Sirius." His mother said impatiently, waving at the fire. Sirius stepped into the fire and yelled, "Diagon Alley!"

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A/N: o.o;; Bad place to leave off....