DISCLAIMER: This is fanfic, based on JK Rowling's books, and however much I wish I could have come up with it, it's still hers...

A/N: OK, summertime... this will be fun to write, I'll see how many cheesy sitting at a window crying scenes I can get... and stupid pranks, that'll be fun this chapter...

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Sirius rubbed his eyes. It was a week into summer vacation and he still was waking up at ungodly early hours. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table, 10:49 AM it read.

Sirius: "It's before lunch... maybe I'll go back to sleep..."

He was almost asleep again when his younger brother, Regulus, banged on his door.

Regulus: "Mum says get up NOW!"

Sirius: "I'm up... Give me fifteen minutes for a shower?"

Regulus: "I'll tell Mum you've finally decided to uphold the Black name and stop looking scruffy all the time."

Sirius grunted in reply, he hated waking up on summer mornings. He didn't mind school because he could deal with the people there, but in his family of early risers he wanted to sleep until past lunch. `Maybe I'll become nocturnal' he thought.

After standing under a stream of icy water in an attempt to wake up Sirius went downstairs.

Mrs. Black: "Good to see you're FINALLY up!"

Regulus: "I've been up since before 6."

Mrs. Black: "You would be more like Regulus!"

Sirius looked from her, to his brother, to his father, his anger rising. He saw his family, all being Blacks, physically looking like him. His mother's teeth were yellow, her skin was taunt, and her hair no longer shiny, but she, like her husband, had reminiscent good looks. Regulus, named after a star like him, had the same dark hair and dark eyes, but his face was thin and he carried himself like a pompous mayor. In Sirius's mind they were all just mayors of small towns who were acting like they were kings.

He turned and went back upstairs. He hadn't unpacked from Hogwarts and it only took him a few minutes to throw his belongings from his room into his trunk. He went back downstairs with his trunk.

Sirius: "I will NOT put up with this family any LONGER!"

Mrs. Black: "Oh?"

Sirius: "GOOD BYE!!"

He went outside into a side alley. Checking that no Muggles were around he threw his want out.

BANG!

A violently purple triple deck bus appeared.

Conductor: "Welcome to the Knight Bus..."

Sirius: "Yeah... whatever... can you take me to Mr and Mrs Potter's house?"

Conductor: "That'll be eleven sickles..."

Sirius was thankful he had remembered to bring money; it would have been very embarrassing going back to his house and trying to explain that he needed money to run away properly.

He was the only passenger on the bright Saturday morning and with a BANG and a jerk the bus stopped in front of a large house with a well kept front lawn, but promise of a messy wizard garden in the back.

Conductor: "Here you go."

Sirius: "Thanks..."

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James Potter sat up in his room doing what he had been doing all vacation, brooding. (A/n: guess who about?) He had thrown his entire wardrobe, books, and anything else all over the floor. He was about to continue making origami cranes when he heard his mum.

Mrs. Potter: "James? Can you come down for a moment?"

James: "Fine..."

He walked out of his room into the hall, down the stairs, through the living room, and into the entrance hall. He smiled broadly when he say Sirius standing talking to his mum.

James: "Padfoot!"

Sirius: "Prongs!"

James: "What are you doing in my house?"

Sirius: "I was... well... if it's alright with your mum and dad of course, stay with you for the rest of the holidays?"

James: "Mum?"

Mrs. Potter: "I've always thought of you like a second son, Sirius, of course you can stay here."

James: "Why did you leave?"

Sirius: "I couldn't stand my family one second longer. I was about to blow up from their pompous I-am-better-than-everyone attitudes..."

James: "Even, what's his name, your brother?"

Sirius: "Regulus? He's my mum's lapdog, if you'll excuse the phrase."

James: "We can practice Quidditch together!"

Sirius: "And finish our homework"

James: "Homework? It's the FIRST WEEK OF BREAK!?"

Sirius: "...and?"

Mrs. Potter: "We have a nice guest room if you want it, Sirius."

James and Sirius looked at each other for a moment.

James: "It's alright, you'll be happy sleeping in your own room, Snuffles..."

Sirius: "Snuffles?!?"

James: "Sure, unless you prefer Mark..."

Sirius: "Sometimes I think I do..."

James: "But Snuffles reminds me of a big black dog... it goes with Sirius..."

Sirius: "Padfoot would too..."

Mrs. Potter: "Boys, no bickering or you'll have to wash dishes, no magic of course, both of you are underage..."

James: "Not the dishes!"

Mrs. Potter: "Have you had lunch, Sirius?"

Sirius: "Not breakfast either, Mrs. Potter..."

Mrs. Potter: "Poor dear, why don't you go put stuff in the guest room, James will show you where it is, I'll get lunch ready."

Sirius: "Food..."

James: "Mum? Can you teach me how to make raspberry cheesecake sometime?"

Mrs. Potter: "If you get enough O.W.L.s..."

James: "We're getting results soon, aren't we?"

Sirius: "Next week I think..."

James: "I'm dying of suspense..."

Sirius: "Can you show me the guest room now? I'd like to throw my trunk into it..."

James: "Come on... The best one, Mum?"

Mrs. Potter: "Of course, dear, you couldn't expect Sirius to sleep on in the attic or something, do you?"

James: "Just checking..."

Sirius was looking around James's house in envy, he had seen the Potter's second house in Godric's Hollow, but this one was amazing him. The Potters had plenty of gold, just like his family, but they went for light cheerful decor instead of dark and dark and more dark. James caught Sirius looking around.

James: "You're going to love the guest room, you get your own bathroom, giant bed, fourteen pillows..." James paused, he had forgotten about the pillow he enchanted the first day back at his house. It would viciously attack anyone who fell asleep in the bed, but the moment he or she woke up it would appear normal, only it hadn't been tested it, he was waiting for an unsuspecting guest.

Sirius: "Compared to my cupboard under the stairs at home?"

James: "You mean you've been promoted from the unheated doghouse in the courtyard?"

Sirius: "I think so..."

James: "Are you going back?"

Sirius: "Going BACK? To what? My family? They'll just throw me out... if I was stupid enough to want to show up I wouldn't have left. They have my brother, Regulus, the fool, to carry on the Black name... actually, I would too, but he'll inherit and I'll work for my money like a real wizard!"

James: "No more lazing about?"

Sirius: "I've still got two years to be lazy..."

They reached a very odd appearing staircase, it had no stairs after the first large one. Sirius looked at James who smiled and stepped onto the stair.

James: "Get on... good. Best Guest Room." the stairs, or stair, smoothly slid upwards, bypassing two landings and stopping level with a third one. "Thank you." The two of them stepped off with Sirius's trunk.

Sirius: "What was that about?"

James: "Convenience? Can you imagine climbing three flights of stairs with that trunk? This way you can be lazy... I think my great-great-grandfather started it, he didn't like apparating much and still wanted to be lazy..."

Sirius: "Who's being lazy now?" James flunk his arms out, pointing to his house.

James: "I have all this! And the second house my mum and dad have promised me once I get married, assuming they like my wife, so I'm set for a while..."

Sirius: "Have they met Lily yet?" James voiced a doubt that had been haunting him since the end of term

James: "Since she won't talk to me there's little chance that they'll have to..."

Sirius: "She'll come around, no one yet has resisted your charms..."

James: "Except for the only one I want to not resist them..." They walked into a room with two big floor to ceiling windows, a king size bed, lights that magically turned on when it got dark, but went off when you wanted to sleep, walls of an iridescent yellow that seemed to give off their own light, a large chair by the windows, and a big oak door leading to another room.

James: "The door leads to the bathroom, the lights are on or off depending on what you want them to do, the walls are not glow in the dark, the chair will make you want to sit in it for hours once you try it once, and the bed has a charm on it so you won't get lost..."

Sirius: "It's so... light, I've never lived in a room, other than the dormitories, that was no decorated in blacks, serpent greens and silver."

James: "My room is two down on the left across the hall..."

Sirius: "Can I see it? I've only visited you at your other house..."

James: "It currently is the messiest it has ever been, but sure, why not..."

They walked down to it, and James opened a door. Sirius first noticed the robes, books, and what looked like everything James has ever owned, strewn about the floor. His attention was then drawn to the walls, a dark green, reminding him strongly of Lily's eyes, his own queen size bed was covered in a comforter in forest colors. He had a large bank of windows with a window seat under them.

Sirius: "Now I'm really jealous..."

James: "You can stay here with me if you like..."

Sirius: "Your mum wouldn't like it, besides, I like the guest room, but I'm jealous because you've lived in this wonderful house, slept in this room, and had parents who you can talk to without wanted to strangle them, or curse them so they can't think straight for weeks... On second thought, my parents can't think straight anyways, maybe if I cursed them it would help?"

James: "Next year you can legally do that..."

Sirius: "We're going to be seventeen..."

James: "Legal..."

Sirius: "Yeah... Do you know what your room reminds me of?"

James: "Hagrid's hut when he's in a bad mood?"

Sirius: "No, the colors remind me of Lily's eyes..."

James: "I just have this thing about the color green..."

Sirius: "You're not that good at herbology or anything..."

James: "Not plants. Just green. Green potions, green light... If I could chose the way I die it would be something green... a green poison, a disease that turns you green, killed by someone with green eyes, a spell with green light..."

Sirius: "Don't say that! Do you know the killing spell looks like?"

James: "No, do you?"

Sirius: "My mum told me about it... green light and a foreboding feeling..."

James: "I'm serious though... Or I'll die of old age in a bed with a green quilt..."

Sirius: "Sounds better..."

James: "I also like traveling my Floo powder... green flames..."

Sirius: "Let's go down the lunch..."

They descended into the cheery kitchen where Mrs. Potter was just putting the food onto the table.

Mrs. Potter: "Perfect timing boys! Your father should be home in minutes..."

At that moment a man with black hair, not as messy as James's, deep blue eyes with slight wrinkles around them apparated into the kitchen, Sirius knew him as James's father.

Mr. Potter: "Sirius?"

Sirius: "Greetings, sir, I've disowned my family and your wife and son have agreed to let me stay with you, assuming it is alright with you, of course?"

Mr. Potter: "You're always welcome here, Sirius, James needs some friends his own age around or he'll start setting traps for everyone around the house..."

Sirius: "Thank you very much, sir, I really appreciate your family's kindness. If I'm ever in a situation to return to favor to you, your family, or friends I will do so without a second though."

Mrs. Potter: "You're such a gentleman, Sirius... If it eases your conscience any, your debt is already paid by being James's friend. It has soothed us greatly knowing that he has someone at school to turn to if he needs them..."

James: "Mum!"

Mrs. Potter: "Sorry, dear, we do worry about you..."

James: "I'm sixteen, Mum. Sirius has definitely helped me plenty in school, and me him... besides, it's fun having a friend here... who else will set off all of my traps I've set up all over the house?"

Sirius: "Padfootly?"

James: "No, Snufflesly..."

Sirius: "Markly...?"

James: "Snufflesly!!"

Mr. Potter: "No arguing, boys, the food is getting cold... But I personally like Snufflesly the best..."

Sirius groaned and was trying to think of something to say, but was spared from that by beginning the scrumptious meal Mrs. Potter had prepared.

James: "I swear, my memory is getting worse, do you think I'm aging at an abnormal rate? Anyways, can we go to Diagon Alley before tomorrow? I need to buy one of my friends a birthday present..."

Sirius: "Who?"

James: "Lily..."

Mr. Potter: "Lily?"

James: "Lily Evans, she's a Gryffindor in my year..."

Mrs. Potter: "Evans? She's muggleborn?"

Sirius: "I thought you didn't care about things like that! If you do I'm leaving here as well! I'm sure Lupin's parents will take me in!"

Mrs. Potter: "Care? My best friend was muggleborn! She actually still is, but she was killed by Voldemort..."

Sirius: "I'm sorry. I overacted."

James: "And you can amend your error by joining me in Diagon Alley, assuming we go..."

Mrs. Potter: "Of course you can go..."

James: "Thanks, Mum!"

After lunch James, who had a nicely full moneybag, and Sirius grabbed a handful of Floo Powder each, stepped into the emerald flames and, after a rather dizzy trip, stumbled into Diagon Alley.