A/N: Okay, here is my next chapter. You may have noticed Remmy has been acting a bit put-out. If you can guess why you get to be in my story with a name of your choice! C'mon, it's really easy! Oh, and remember, this is from Sirius's point of view, I will do one for each of the marauders when I finish the full seven years

CHAPTER THREE: END OF DAY AND START OF NEXT

Sirius stared at him interestedly.

"Really, well, what exactly I a nuffing? I never heard of one."

Remus snorted with laughter into his plate. James turned to look at him.

"You will probably be in our dorm, what's your name?" James asked Remus.

"It's Remus," Sirius said, "He was attacked by a nuffing."

Remus looked up again and smiled weakly.

"You really want to talk to me?" Remus asked.

"Sure, why wouldn't we? The only people I don't like talking to are my family and that kid over there." Sirius said, pointing to Peter who was shoveling food down.

"I mean, you want to be friends with someone like me?" Remus said.

"No, we want to be your mortal enemies." James said sarcastically.

After dinner Dumbledore gave his usual speech and they headed upstairs. The prefects told them where their dorms were and they all went up.

"So Remus, what did the hat tell you when you put it on?" Sirius said, putting his owl's cage beside his bead.

Remus looked as if he had never been talked to in his life. He was putting some clothing into his side table.

"Oh, it seriously considered putting me in Ravenclaw." Remus said calmly.

"Really? Good, you can help me with my studies when we get the time tables tomorrow than." Sirius grinned and turned to James "How about you mate?"

"It said I would be in Gryffindor, and said that there was no where else for me at all." James said proudly, taking up his quidditch posters.

"Awesome, it wanted me to be in Slytherin because I was a Black, but than it said I didn't belong in Slytherin." Sirius said, pulling on his pajamas.

"It said I would be a Hufflepuff!" Peter said excitedly.

"No one cares." Sirius said, yawning.

James grinned. "So, anyone see the red head in our year?"

Remus looked up.

"Yeah, Lily Evans I believe."

"She sure was pretty, don't you think?" James asked, getting into bed.

Sirius laughed.

"None of the Gryffindor girls in our year are pretty, well, maybe one or two..." Sirius turned over and soon all of them fell asleep.

The four boys walked tiredly down to breakfast the next morning.

"You know, I have been getting the strangest feeling you guys have been taking the Mickey..." Peter said as they sat down.

"Why would we do that Peter? - Oh look! Our time tables!" Sirius grabbed a schedule from the middle of the table.

"Oh look, we have a double history of magic lesson!" James said annoyed.

"That bad?" Remus asked.

"Bad? The teacher is a ghost that...talks....like...this...." Sirius said in a long droned out voice.

The four boys talked through breakfast, than headed to transfiguration, their first class.

"Welcome Gryffindor first years to transfiguration." McGonagall went on with her usual speech than gave them matches to turn into needles.

"Hey look! I got it!" Sirius said after his first try.

"Me to!" Remus and James said together.

"Not me..." Peter said, holding up what looked like an overlarge twig.

"Excellent! This is the first time anyone has done it in their first class. Three points to Gryffindor." McGonagall said to them as she passed by.

Well, how did you like it so far? Still in need for names for the next chapter!