(a/n- hello again! i am running out of ways to say hello with each chapter! not much to say here, just please review! oh and doesn't marching band rock? do we have any band geeks out there? lol.

you weren't sick but you still missed

periods 1 and 2.

so if there's stuff that you will miss,

i'll write it down for you!)

(im not even going to bother to explain that. gavvie, you know what i mean. i was bored so i put that in. i wrote it in homeroom! yippee! ok the other scary thing is, like my feelings about classes change like everyday. thank god for clarinet lessons! i get to miss classes!!!! woohoooooooooo!!!!!)

(disclaimer- i own nothing.)

Not Much of a Life: Do You Need a Ride?

"You know how to get there yourself! You'd better come back for the holidays, or fear for the lives of any friends-whatever freaks want to be friends with you- you might make! Now go!"

Sirius Black was shoved out of his house into the storm, after listening to his mother threaten him for ten minutes. He was still aching a bit from his beating last night.

Sirius shivered as some thunder clashed in the sky. He finally realized his parents had to be crazy. They lived 15 miles from King's Cross Station and Sirius had 45 minutes to get there. How was he going to walk 15 miles in 45 minutes?

He froze. What was he going to do if he didn't make it? He would have to go back home. Back home to his parents. They would surely kill him. He shivered.

Seeing no other way out, he grabbed his trunk and set out in a full sprint, constantly being slowed down by the weight.

James Potter was sitting in the ministry car his parents had borrowed to take him to King's Cross. He stared out the window at the rain and saw a boy running with a large trunk.

"Mom! Look, there's a boy out there! Can we ask him if he needs a ride?" James said slightly worriedly.

Mrs. Potter looked out the window and saw a boy with shoulder-length black hair, running and gradually slowing down.

"My goodness! There is!" she exclaimed. She quickly pulled the car over and sent James out to talk to the boy.

Sirius was about to pass out when he heard a voice behind him. "Wait!" it said. He turned around to see a boy his age with messy black hair and glasses.

"It's James!" he thought.

Sirius walked back over to James. "Yes?" Sirius gasped out.

"Do you need a ride?" James asked.

"Really?" Sirius replied. "You actually care about m-me?"

"Well I don't know who you are, but yeah, I do," he said.

Sirius was amazed. Someone actually cared about him! Well, after all, it was James.

"I know you!" Sirius blurted out. "You're James! We met in Diagon Alley when we were four. Remember?"

James thought for a second. "Sam?" he said uncertainly.

Sirius burst out laughing. Something he hadn't been able to do for 7 years. It felt so good!

"I'm sorry! Is it Sean?"

"Seamus?"

"Stephen?"

Sirius laughed harder than he had ever laughed in life.

"It's Sirius," he said, still laughing and extending his hand. "Nice to meet you again, James.

"You too," James replied, laughing now. He shook Sirius's hand.

"So I'm guessing you need a ride?" James asked.

"Yes, if it's not too much trouble for your parents," Sirius replied.

"Of course not!" James exclaimed. "Come on, I'll get your trunk."

"Thanks!" Sirius said. James grabbed his trunk and put it in the back of the car. The two boys got in the car.

"Hello," Mrs. Potter said brightly to Sirius, "What's your name?"

"Sirius Black, ma'am," he replied just as brightly.

"Black, eh?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "You don't seem like one."

"I'm not like the rest of my family, ma'am." he replied quickly.

"Ok," Mrs. Potter said, relaxing. "You need to get to King's Cross, I'm assuming?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

"Oh, goodness, enough with the ma'am stuff," she said. "Call me Mrs. Potter."

"Yes, Mrs. Potter," Sirius said politely.

Mrs. Potter sighed. "You're too polite, Mr. Black," she said jokingly. "Where are your parents? How come they didn't take you?"

"They're-er-sick," he replied, shaking at the thought of his horrible parents. What would have happened if James hadn't come along? He didn't want to think about it.

"I'm sorry. I hope they get better," she replied, noticing something was obviously wrong.

"No you don't," Sirius whispered under his breath, but saying, "Thank you, Mrs. Potter."

They arrived at King's Cross and Sirius and James got out of the car.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Potter," Sirius said warmly.

"No problem, Sirius," Mrs. Potter said with a grin on her face.

"Have a good day, you two," she said. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to let you go in by yourself. I have to get to work. Love you, James."

"Love you too, Mum," he replied.

"Bye, you two," she called as she drove off.

"Bye!" they shouted back, then walked into the train station.