Author's Note: Wow, I didn't realize how lacking of Sirius the last chapter was. Poor kid. Kay well, I'm deeply sorry I haven't updated in a while, you see my computer-crashed killing all the background notes and plot outlines I had going. . DEEPLY MAD! So, it's just been really depressing looking over things and finding I have a lot of things to recover... Well, hope you enjoy this chapter, the title says it all. Rejoice if you're one of those people who like Peter Pettigrew. Why, you'll have to tell me cuz I sure as hell can't think of a reason. Don't forget to review ;)

And in response to all the Blake what-not, no he is not taking the place of Sirius, yes he will be a 5th Marauder until , Abbika-Rose-Writers, loved the commentary thumbs up and chocoliciouz, that's the point! You're not supposed to know where the plot is going. grin

Chapter 5: Friendships And Enemies

The first half of Tuesday had started off pleasant enough, until on the way to fourth period classes, Peter Pettigrew of Gryffindor tripped. His books, parchment and quills scattered everywhere. His bottle of ink splashing on his things and the feet and robes of those around him.

"Don't you see I'm walking here?" Lucius Malfoy glared down at Peter.

James, Remus, and Blake stopped their laughter as they turned their gaze back down the steps. Other students had stopped what they were doing as well, Sirius among them, Narcissa at his side.

Peter mumbled his apologies, his hands shaking as he crouched and hastily gathered his things.

"You know how much these shoes cost me?"

Peter shook his head.

"More than you're worth." he spat and his friends surrounding laughed. "Stupid worthless shit."

There were simultaneous gasps and two pairs of feet strode forward at once.

"Malfoy! Leave him alone." Sirius stood in between Lucius and Peter, James hovering behind him, glaring at the blonde.

Remus bent and helped Peter to his feet.

"Are you defending this rubbish?"

"Yes, I am. Defending him from rubbish like you." glowered Sirius, his hands clenching at his sides.

"Showing your colours now are you?" he sneered, "I think you belong on the floor with the other piece of Gryffindor filth." Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward as did Sirius and James, the latter pulling out his wand.

Spells and flashes of light filled the air. Students around them had to duck and girls were screaming.

"That is quite sufficient." A booming voice rang out through the hall moments later, causing students to jump. Bellatrix stopping mid-spell and the boys turning to stone as they watched Professor Pearce weave through the crowd.

"Quietus." Pearce said, directing his wand tip at his throat. The cluster of students closest parted as he stepped into their circle of post-battle. "If you'll please: Malfoy, Crabbe, Arbin, Goyle, the Lestranges, Potter, all the Blacks, Pettigrew and Lupin follow me." He ordered with obvious exasperation.

The boys untangled themselves, and Remus, Peter, Blake, Narcissa and Bellatrix, (scowling) fell in line behind Pearce. Malfoy nursing a bloody nose and the others limping and clutching different appendages.

"As for the rest of you," Pearce directed his attention to the crowd, "Get to class unless you'd like detention as well." His tone was commanding enough that the crowd dispersed and the students fell back into their routine as if nothing had occurred.

"Stupid slim ball." James growled under his breath.

Malfoy shot him a dirty look.

"Slytherins and Gryffindors, huh?" Pearce said, glancing back at them once they were away from the majority of students. "Well we need to visit with our Heads don't we?" He sighed.

Once they reached Professor Vector's classroom Pearce rapped upon the door.

The Slytherin Head peered out at the younger man through a crack, "Yes, Pearce?"

"Sorry to interrupt, we've got a problem."

Vector scowled as he noticed how many students gathered outside his classroom. He disappeared into his room and when he reemerged, cheers could be heard from inside before he latched the door.

He crossed his arms, examining each student and Pearce briefly, as if this was some kind of foul joke.

"What's the trouble?" he asked finally.

"This lot have been fighting, I don't know what the cause-" The rest of Pearce's words were drowned out by the remarks of the students around him.

"They started it-"

"That's crap you did!"

"Sirius-"

"You deserved it!"

"You want me to add to that nose Malfoy?"

"I'd like to see you try."

"Don't James!"

"PLEASE! Be silent!" Pearce ordered.

Vector smirked at Pearce's lack of control but the children's comments ceased, each glaring at one another.

"I suggest we take our respective students and find out their sides of the story, then we will punish accordingly." He glared at the Slytherins, who were the majority of wrong doers.

Pearce nodded. "Follow me Gryffindors."

They broke away from the Slytherins and trudged after their Head of House. Vector's reprimands followed them down the hall; at present he scowled at Crabbe's Furnunculus curse damage.

Pearce led them to his empty classroom and they took seats, he standing in front of them before his desk.

"Who was involved with the spell casting and fist fighting?"

"It was Sirius and James sir. We were on the sidelines." Blake answered immediately.

"I see, thanks for that Arbin." He sighed, glancing at each anxious face. After a moment of thinking, "The rest of you may leave while I have a word with Potter and Black."

Blake, Remus and Peter nodded and left. Once the door was securely shut behind them Pearce spoke again, his voice even.

"This is only the second week of school and I find it hard to believe you two starting a fight. What was the cause of it?" Pearce leaned back on the front of his desk, watching the two boys.

"It was Malfoy sir."

"Malfoy was being a rotten git." Sirius spoke simultaneously.

Professor Pearce showed no indication of discontent and promptly folded his arms reclining more.

"What was Malfoy doing?"

"He was tormenting Peter." James answered. "And Black and myself rose to defend him."

Pearce held his chin, "I see." His hand returned to rest on his chest, "Who injured Malfoy?"

"I did." Sirius replied.

"I expect he'll have to visit St. Mungo's to fix it completely."

James looked at Sirius and couldn't help but smile.

Pearce sighed, "I'm afraid I have to give you two detention,"

James moaned and Sirius was about to protest when Pearce held out a hand to silence them.

"Rules boys, you did break a few rules. Whether or not your intentions were just you have to pay."

The two nodded unhappily.

"I think four hours will suffice, how about Friday, noon? You can help Pomfrey in the infirmary."

They nodded once again and Pearce dismissed them and they silently went to class.

James paused outside their Transfiguration door, scratching the nape of his neck. "You didn't do half bad...for a Black."

Sirius looked at him, "Yeah, you were pretty good too." he smirked, "For a Potter."

James cracked a smile; "I'll see you Friday then."

"Friday." Sirius echoed and they parted inside.

"Did you get into much trouble?" Narcissa asked once Sirius had taken the empty seat beside her.

"Nah." Sirius replied nonchalantly while scanning his textbook for the right page.

"I'm so glad." Narcissa sighed.

"How was it with Vector?"

The scratching of her quill ceased as she turned to him, "He was mostly upset about the fight being with Gryffindors. He told us it was bad for our reputation and took fifty points from Malfoy and my sister."

Sirius snorted, "That'll keep him quiet for a good month."

Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Oh Sirius."

On the Friday of their sentence, Sirius received another owl from his parents. It told him of what a fine example he was setting for his younger brother and that, at the very least, if he had gotten into a fight he could have done it against a Gryffindor. His mother urged him to change his ways, but her threats fell on deaf ears. As punishment he was banned from speaking to his cousins.

Even though his friend had been taken away, (Narcissa was feeling the loss more than he) Sirius had James.

The two had formed an unspoken alliance, and when either was being degraded in the least, the other merely had to appear for the rude comments to cease. Sirius and James exchanged smirks at the affect this had, but never spoke.

Peter received no further trouble either, and came to regard James and Sirius as heroes and spent his time trying to repay the two. Much to their dismay...

Although many glares and threats passed between the parties, no one dared to start something again, fearing the repercussions from their families and House Heads.

When lunch approached that day, Sirius and James left the Great Hall together after a quick bite and made their way up to the hospital wing. Eager to serve their time and enjoy their lazy afternoon of nothingness.

"I can't believe you boys, coming from such respectable families and quarreling with your classmates in between studies." Pomfrey scolded as they arrived. "Sirius, make the beds for me, James, organize the medicine cabinet. No magic." She added as the two pulled their wands from inside their cloaks. "Afterwards I want you to make this place shine." And with that she bustled off into her office.

"Hey Black, where'd you learn how to fight like that?"

Sirius paused beside his last bed, having to recall the topic of discussion. "I taught myself."

"Really? Isn't that a Muggle way of fighting?"

Sirius nodded, "Yeah, I learned from a couple Muggle boys who live down my lane."

"Why'd you want to learn to fight like a Muggle?"

Sirius shrugged, "Well, I never had a wand until now, and I figured better to know how to fight with my fists until I had one."

After a long pause James ventured, "Do you think you could teach me?"

Sirius laughed, "It's not that hard."

"But that means you will right?" James asked eagerly.

"Sure."

"Thanks...Sirius."

Sirius smiled and began to sweep.

"What do you think the others have to do for punishment?" James asked once they had completed their duties, out of habit James's feet steered him toward the school grounds to a certain tree beside the lake.

Sirius frowned, "I don't know, it should be worse then us. They caused the trouble. My cousin only said Vector took away a hundred points." Sirius shrugged.

"Wow, why not more? And come to think of it, Pearce didn't take any from us."

"He likes us more I'll bet."

James smiled, "It would be nice though if Malfoy had to do something gruesome..."

"Like what?" Sirius flashed a toothy grin.

"Oh, cleaning the lavatories."

Sirius snorted with laughter. "I can see it now, a Muggle scrub brush in his hand as he bends over the bowl..."

James howled, "Absolutely brilliant! Because we know how Malfoy is, all regal and uppity." James walked with his back rigid as a plank, his stride even with purpose, his nose in the air. And with a mock accent he drawled, "A Malfoy cleaning a toilet? Hah, next you'll be telling me Muggles run the world."

Sirius clutched his gut laughing jovially.

Four female voices joined in.

James faltered when Lily's gang crossed their path and his eyes met with her's, but he shot them a gleaming smile and continued his mockery of Lucius Malfoy. Sirius falling into a fit of giggles.

The girls laughed at his antics one last time before parting into the library.

"Remus, Blake; Sirius Black." James made a mock bow as he introduced his companion.

Sirius nodded to each boy before completing the half circle of seated youths beneath the oak.

"How was your visit with Pomfrey?" Blake asked.

"Not bad," shrugged James. "I wonder if we'll do the same thing next time."

Sirius rose his eyebrows in question.

"James is in the planning stages of prank pulling." Remus explained.

Sirius smiled, "Sounds entertaining."

"Mm," Blake nodded, "I still think it should be competitive."

"Well now you really have my interest. When is this game to begin?" He looked to Remus.

"The details aren't sorted out yet..."

"Who's going to be included?"

"It's secret." Blake answered.

"Like a club?"

"Kind of, an exclusive club." James grinned. "Would you like to be a part of it?"

"Let me think...yeah." Sirius replied in a duh manner.

"Smashing." Blake expressed his approval.

"Can I be in it too?!"

Each boy jumped at the sound of Peter Pettigrew's squeaky voice.

He fell out of a bush and hastily scrambled to their circle, an enormous grin on his round face.

"Gah." Blake smacked his head in annoyance while Remus and James exchanged looks.

James nodded in agreement and Remus spoke.

"If you're a part of this you can't tell anyone."

Peter nodded eagerly.

"You have to swear." Blake added, "No matter what happens we're in it together, got it?"

"You can trust me, I'm the best at keeping secrets!"

"Well," Remus mused, "All we need now is a name for our 'exclusive club'..."

"Willow," Noelle moaned, "please can I see your Potions homework?"

Willow rolled her eyes ceiling ward, placing her quill beside her History essay. "No, but I can help you understand."

Noelle wrinkled her nose in response and turned her attention toward Jessica, who sat tapping her quill rhythmically against her Astronomy book while her eyes remained fixated upon a spot in the distance.

"Jessica..." Noelle began sweetly and Lily couldn't help laugh. "Have you finished with Potions?"

Jessica mned in response.

Noelle frizzled, taking the inattention as a personal insult and hmfed, gathering her textbook, quill and parchment and leaving the table.

"Noelle, where are you going?" Lily called.

"To find someone to copy!"

"No-!" Lily had only begun when her friend walked into Bellatrix Black.

"Crap." Jessica muttered, snapping alert.

A thin black eyebrow curved into a graceful arch as Bellatrix eyed Noelle. "Well this looks mightily familiar."

A wicked grin curved Annette Sutclif's lips beside Bellatrix.

"Whoops, sorry 'bout that." Noelle replied, her cheeks turning a pale rose as she took a step back.

"Whoops is all you have to say, Gryffindor?"

Annette snickered.

"There isn't a problem is there?" Willow asked, appearing beside Noelle. Noelle looked faint.

Bellatrix turned to Willow, her face wrinkled with distaste.

"I didn't think so, come on Noelle," Willow placed a hand around her friend's shoulder, "I'll help you with your homework."

"You know, that first year is really beginning to irritate me." Bellatrix sneered. "Come on." She turned on her heel and stormed from the library, Annette in tow.

A/N: If you would like to have a character of your own in later chapters, put their bio in with your review. If it's workable they can have their own sub-plot going on. Don't forget to put what year & house they're in.

BUT let it be known 1st year Gryffindors and Slytherins have no vacancies THIS year.

I for sure need six characters to be transfer students later on. Thanks!