YEAR SIX, POST 1! The End Of The Summer

Sirius was having trouble sleeping. He turned over in his bed and looked out of his window. The truth be told, as school came closer and closer, Sirius found it harder to sleep and to concentrate on things. He wasn't sure why either. When fifth had ended all he could think about was that kiss with Jade. Now, he felt as if school could not come fast enough, and that it was approaching all too quickly. He was excited, and terrified. He wanted to see Jade but wasn't sure how she would act around him.

His house was more unbearable than ever. He silently thanked God for finding a house to move into that was close to James. In two days time, Sirius would be leaving this hellhole and would never have to look at his mother again.

It was dawn. Sirius got up and unlocked his desk drawer by his fake window. He lifted up a board out of the drawer that appeared to be its bottom. It wasn't.
Underneath it he hid two paintings that he made himself. They were both of Jade. One was of her in her third year, the other her fifth. In her third year it was dark around her, and in her fifth it was of her behind the waterfall in the room of requirement. He kept these paintings separate from his others, he did not want anyone to know that he painted, let alone pictures of Jade in her pajamas and a bikini. He rapped the canvases in cloth and put them in the bottom of his painting pile, all of which were also rapped in cloth. He put all of these into a big travelling bag and then put the bag in the corner of his room.

His room was particularly bare and looked unused. Everyday for the past two weeks he had been going to his new home to clean it, paint it, and put furniture in it. Doing everything one needs to do to make a house comfortably livable. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
Sirius looked around his new home. He had been there for a full week and finally, he had finished moving in. He momentarily thought of what his mother's reaction would be when she found out that he had drained his own, and his father's Gringotts accounts. 'Never name a son after his father.' he thought to himself, smiling.

His father had died two years ago but his vault remained untouched. Sirius had stolen the key to it and drained it, then his own, so now he would be able to live quiet fully for about ten years before needing to find a job. He went to James' house that night for dinner.

'Only one week 'till Hogwarts.' He thought on his way home. 'Only one week.'