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Chapter 6

Sirius sat with James, Remus, and Peter on the train ride home at the end of the term. Remus was in the middle of scolding the two black haired boys for the letters that were being sent home to their parents.

"Shut it, Remus," James said. "I can't believe McGonagall got so uptight about it. I mean, the hair dye only lasted a few minutes."

"I know," Sirius exclaimed. "And it's not like we made it green and silver. It was red and gold, for Merlin's sake."

"I just can't believe you did it to a teacher," Remus said. "You're getting bold, James."

"Actually it was Sirius who did it, thank you," James corrected. "I just got blamed."

"Hold up," Sirius said with a frown in James's direction. "Who was the one who said, and I quote, 'Sirius, throw the spell at the next person who walks around the corner, teacher or no.'?"

"Well," James defended himself, "I didn't think McGonagall would be the next person. But who cares! My parents are going to ground me!"

Sirius bit his bottom lip. He really didn't want to think of what his parents were going to do. Not only would they be mad about this, but they were sure to remember that he was friends with a Potter.

Mrs. Black looked up from the parchment, her eyes blazing. Through gritted teeth, she asked, "Do you mind explaining to me why you were 'disrespectful' and 'childish' in a meeting with the deputy headmistress?!"

"Umm…"

Flashback

McGonagall sat behind her desk and stared through narrowed eyes at the two raven haired boys before her. Sirius Black and James Potter had just turned her hair a very unprofessional red and gold mixture.

"Explain," she said.

The boys looked at each other and then back at her. "Er—"

"We got bored," Sirius tried.

"So you decided to dye my hair?"

"No, not your hair, Professor," James said.

"Then why is my normally black hair red with flashing gold spots?" McGonagall asked with a raised brow. The boys explained their situation as best they could to their head of house before she sighed heavily and said, "I just can't believe the two of you! I've never seen a more troublesome pair of first years. And I must say, I really expected different from you, Mr. Black, what with your family and all. I have yet to hear even a peep out of your cousin, and—Sirius! What are you doing?"

Sirius had long since toned the deputy headmistress out and was currently leaning his chair to balance on the back two legs with his head facing the ceiling and blowing a stray owl feather about the air above his head.

Sirius looked back at her and the feather landed on his head. "Nothing personal, Professor," he said nonchalantly, "it's just that I've heard this speech a million times, and it doesn't ever sound any different just because it's coming from a new face."

James snickered into his hands, and McGonagall frowned. With a great sigh, she said, "All right then, but that still leave the matter of these." She reached under her desk and pulled out a very large bag full of rolls of parchment. "I've collected these from other teachers. These (she pulled out another slightly larger bag) are the ones addressed strictly to Professor Dumbledore and myself. All are from the two of you."

James and Sirius beamed at her. "Oh, Professor," James chirped. "You kept them!"

"See, James," Sirius nudged his friend. "I told you she loved us."

McGonagall frowned and pushed the bags off her desk. "It is completely unnecessary and redundant for the two of you to send fan mail to your professors!"

Sirius stuck out his bottom lip. "But, Professor," he pouted, "we just want you all to know how much we love and appreciate you." James snickered again.

"Yeah," he said. "We just want you to stay motivated to teach us all these important things for life."

Sirius nodded and said in a mock serious tone, "Yes, it is imperative that we know how to turn our pet snakes into goblets when our washer brushes break."

McGonagall groaned and rubbed her temples with her finger tips. "All right," she snapped, "Considering tomorrow you go home for the summer, I don't have time to give you detentions."

"Sweet," James said with a high pitched voice.

"But," she continued, "I will be sending a letter home to your parents." She stood and ushered them to the door. "And next year, I want the two of you to behave yourselves. I don't want anymore cha-cha lines of dancing armor, love letters, enchanted sock puppets, or—or speech impediment candies—"

"Speech impediment candies?" James asked. "We've never made any speech impediment candies."

"Yet," Sirius finished with an evil gleam in his eyes. Both boys began to rub their hands together and giggle.

McGonagall blinked at them for at least ten seconds. "Hold it," she said as she pushed them out of her office, "Here's a brand new rule that is for only the two of you: If anything ever makes either of you giggle/laugh/chuckle/whatever for more than ten seconds, I want you to assume that you are not to do it. Understand?"

She got no answer other than James and Sirius's retreating giggles.

Flashback ends

Sirius could not help but to laugh at the fresh memory. His laughter was cut short by a swift slap to his face. Not thinking, he cried out. "Weakling!" Mrs. Black screamed and threw him up against the wall. "You worthless little whelp!" She punched his face. "Disgusting! Your behavior this year had been disgusting! First a Gryffindor, then friends with a Potter, and now disrespect to your teachers with childish pranks!"

She threw him to the ground and kicked. "It's the fault of that school! You were never this pathetic until going there. You won't go back. I won't have my family shamed like this!"

"No!" Sirius gasped from the floor. "No, M-mother, pl-please! I-I won't let it happen again." Her shoe collided with his temple, and Sirius was left seeing double.

"I am too disgusted to look at you anymore," she snapped kicking him one last time. "I'll let your father deal with you now."

Sirius held in his groan as she left to fetch Mr. Black.

Shit. What was he going to do now? He had to go back to Hogwarts next year. He had to. He'd die if he stayed in this house. Sirius slowly pushed himself up and leaned back against the bookcase.

His parents had never been this cruel to him before, but then again, Sirius had never acted this way before. True, he was always prone to pull small pranks and be punished, but he had never done anything on the scale of Hogwarts before. And he had never talked to a blood traitor before, let alone become best friends with one.

If his mother was furious, it was nothing compared to how angry his father would be. His mother might be louder, but his father was far stronger. Punishment was always worse when his father was sent for. He had broken many, many more bones than Mrs. Black.

From down the hall, Sirius could hear the heavy footsteps of his father accompanied by the sharp quick sound of his mother's heels. Sirius's heart quickened, and he leaned his head back. He was in for the worst beating of his life, he knew. Mr. Black hated the Potters with a vengeance, even more so than his mother. Mr. Black did not let out his anger in short, loud spurts, like his wife, but allowed it to grow and fester over time.

Sirius was best friends with James.

It was his death warrant, even more so than his being a Gryffindor. They could, over time, over look the fact of his House. They could regard it as a major fluke, and just thing that he would out grow the Gryffindor attitude when he matured. But befriending a Potter, that was of his own free will. All of the Old Families were probably chastising him, and his parents would never allow it to go unpunished.

Sirius held in a groan as the doorknob turned. The door slowly swung open, and the silhouetted figures of his parents stood menacingly in the doorway. Sirius stared up at them as his mother shut the door.

Ok, that's the end for this one. B/c so many people have wanted one, there's probably gonna be a sequel out really soon. The next thing I put out will be it. So yay!!