Chapter 1: Do Flashbacks Usually Start With Little Kids Jumping on Your Bed?
"Sirius!"
Sirius Black woke up with a start only to find his 10-year old brother Regulus jumping on the foot of his bed, dangerously close to his left foot he had sprained the day before "C'mon, Siri! You start school today! Mum's been really annoyed with you after you chased Kreacher with socks and got his foot stuck in the toilet, so I don't think you should be late downstairs. I can't wait until I'm in Hogwarts with you, Sirius! You know, if-" "Shut up, Reg," Sirius mumbled as he took out his wristwatch from his sidetable. "8:30! Great, just great! For once, I actually agree with you, Reg! I should've been downstairs a long time ago!" Sirius said rapidly as he ran, ignoring his sprain, to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room. "Regulus, go down and tell Mum I'll be right there, will you?" Knowing what his brother might do to him if he stayed, Regulus obeyed and ran out of the room as Sirius continued to mutter to himself. "This is just perfect! Mum is going to kill me! At least the Potters will be nice..." Every year was the same. Sirius, being that his mother refused to take him to the train station if she had to dress like a Muggle, would get his trunk packed and use Floo powder to get himself and his stuff to his best friend James's house. He and his parents would then take Sirius to the train station. By the time it took Sirius to go through the routine in his head, he had gotten his Muggle jeans and T-shirt on, gotten his fully packed trunk and broomstick out from under his bed, and was all the way down the steps. For as long as he could remember, Sirius had always rushed down the steps to avoid the plaques of beheaded house-elves. But being scared to death by dead house-elves was the least of his worries that day. "SIRIUS ORION BLACK!!!!!" He turned around, reminding himself that as long as he was near his mother, this would come. "Yes, Mum?" Sirius replied as innocently as possible. "You know that you are to be downstairs at 8 o'clock and it is now..." she paused to look at the clock on the wall. This was no ordinary clock, however. The hand labeled "Sirius" was pointing to the label where the "4" should have been, which read, "Late." "I wish we didn't have that bloody clock," Sirius muttered under his breath. "Not a word out of you," Mrs. Black spat. "Get your trunk, get your Floo powder, and get going!" Grumbling, Sirius dragged his trunk and broomstick from the bottom of the steps to the fireplace. He took a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. He could see a tall, 15-year old figure with untidy, black hair staring back at him through the green flames. "Well, are you going to stare at it, or are you going to use it?" Mrs. Black snapped again. "Fine, fine. I'm getting in," muttered Sirius. And to think, I only get up 3 hours early because my mother enjoys torturing me, he thought. His trunk, broomstick, and body in place, Sirius uttered the words: "Potter Mansion!"Sirius didn't even want to open his eyes during the travel, for it was always a queasy journey. Especially since he knew the Potters' stubborn fireplace would literally throw him out and onto the floor. And so it did.
"Ow," he muttered. "Darn fireplace. Bad, evil, annoying little-" "Naughty Siri!" "Whoa! Wha?" questioned Sirius, still dazed. Standing right above him was a smirking James Potter. "Oh shut up Sirius, you knew I would be here to see you make a fool of yourself," James said, still grinning. "Thanks for the welcome," Sirius replied sarcastically, "but unless you haven't noticed, Jim-bo, I'm not in the mood." "Stupid, annoying, little brother making your life a living hell, by chance is it?" "Exactly." "Thank goodness I'm an only child!" "Shut up!" "No, you shut up!" "Seriously!" "Now, don't start that again. You just like the word 'serious' 'cause it's a homophone to your name!""...So?" "Ready to go, James? Oh, hello Sirius, I almost forgot you would be joining us," James' mother said from the top of the stairs. "Just a second!" Sirius yelled, turning to face the staircase. "I'm on a roll!" He then turned back to James. "Just because my name sounds like the word 'serious'-" "Which doesn't make any sense at all because you are never serious?" James teased. "Enough!" Mrs. Potter exclaimed as she walked into the living room. "I hate to see you two boys having such a quarrel." "Quirrell? Isn't he that shrimpy second-year with the stutter?" Sirius asked. "Sirius!" Mrs. Potter gasped at the mockery of said second-year. "Yes! Sirius!" mimicked James as he hit his friend in the arm." "Ow! Ow!" cried Sirius, still grinning. "I was only joking." "Let's go, you two!" Mrs. Potter said, practically tearing from laughing at the boys' antics.
A/N: Ok then. Just for the record, Regulus is slightly based off my little sister (even though she's 2), and the conversation between James and Sirius is based off regular conversations I have with my friends, especially Andrew, who is the most sane and sensible, or at least, sometimes... Ahem. Anyhow, this has been another installment of my story! Please come again! Or at least review...please?
-Sirius Orion Black II
