A/N: Aww I love reading all your reviews! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside:) All the Weasleys are in Hogwarts becuase of Sirius. The OotP, y'know...

Disclaimer: My name does not start with the lettter 'J', my middle name doesn't start with 'K' and my last name isn't Rowling. Rawr. If I owned Harry Potter, Oliver Wood would be mine.

Chapter Three

"So... Potions was interesting..." Hermione said slowly as they stalked back to Gryffindor Tower.

"Interesting isn't really the word for it," Sirius muttered. "Snape as a Potions teacher... my teacher... it's almost... scary."

"How do you like life here in the nineties so far?" Harry inquired as Ron gave the password to the Fat Lady, which was potiongit. Sirius had urged Hermione to change it to that.

"It's... different. When I see Neville, I see Frank and Alive rolled into one. When I see Seamus, I only see a hint of his mother, Andrea, in him. Who was his father?"

"Irish salesman named Shamus. Muggle," Hermione replied as she sank into a couch.

"Move, git," Sirius said to a sixth-year, pulling him off the armchair.

"Oh, you're nice!" the boy, Colin Creevey, huffed and went up to his dorm, muttering things like 'stupid exchange student' or 'stupid Bulgarian that has no accent'.

"He's thick, isn't he?" Sirius asked as he sat down.

"Very," Ron replied, staring into the fire.

"And you aren't?" Harry smirked.

"Shut up, Harry."

"And that Draco Malfoy - good God, is he ever evil!" Sirius whistled. "I don't remember Lucius being that vicious. Hey, can you imagine Mini-Snape's running around the school?" Harry, Hermione and Ron all stared at him.

"Bad thought, bad thought, horrible, ugly, sinful thought!" Ron exclaimed while covering his ears.

"Wanna go to Hogsmeade?"

"You're so restless," Hermione said in a bored voice.

"I don't wanna stay cooped up in here!"

"Then go outside. Run around as Snuffles." Sirius' eyes narrowed.

"Who's Snuffles?"

"Maybe he didn't get that name until later," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear.

"You're whispering about me!" Sirius accused. "Come on, we can go to Zonko's."

"Zonko's is old," Ron complained. "Triple W is better."

"What the bloody hell is a triple dubew? ...Oh, the letter 'W'. Okay. Still, what the hell is a Triple W?"

"Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes," the Golden Trio said at the same time.

"Fred and George's joke shoppe," Ron added in a kind of proud tone. Sirius raised his eyebrows.

"Better than Zonko's?"

"Much."

"Let's go, then!"

"Dissendium," Harry said as they got to the one-humped witch. The four of them went down with Hermione lecturing them about how wrong it was. In the cellarway, Sirius changed into the dog and jumped in front of them. Shh.

"What was that?" Ron asked, looking around frantically.

Me, you idiot. The three of them looked down at Sirius.

"You could talk?" Harry inquired.

...I guess you could say that.

"Telepathy," Hermione said, nodding her head.

Exactly.

"Tella-whaa?"

Tell-eh-pah-thee, Weasley. I could converse with you guys using my mind.

"I don't like big words," Ron said with a frown. Sirius barked, returned to his normal form and walked up the stairs into Honeydukes. It was still light outside, only six in the evening. Barely even evening.

"I can't believe no one noticed us," Hermione said quietly. Sirius smirked.

"You see that wizard over there?" The three nodded.

"He's blind in the left eye. Can't see a thing. Strange, he looks as if he hasn't aged a day..." Sirius was pulled by Hermione out of the candy shop. When they all got to the front of WWW, there was a loud crash.

"FREDRICK WEASLEY, IF YOU DON'T COME HOME RIGHT NOW, I SWEAR IT, I WILL... I WILL CALL YOUR MOTHER!"

"DO WHAT YOU WANT, WOMAN!"

"George?"

"Yes, Licia-poo?"

"Convince your brother to go home."

"Fred, you idiot of a brother, go home and be a father to your daughter right now."

"I'M ONLY NINETEEN! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?"

"You knocked me up! Home! NOW!" Angelina stormed out of the shop and waved at Ron. "Hi!" Ron, Harry and Hermione gave a feeble wave. Angelina in a rage was not something you wanted to expirience.

"Hello," Sirius said happily.

"Um - Ange, this is Steven Blaque," Ron said hastily. "Spelt B-L-A-Q-U-E, that is."

"French?"

"...Uh... BulgarianYES, yes, it's French. Mm hmm." Sirius nodded, failing to cover up for his mistake. "I'm half Bulgarian, half French."

"...Riiiiiiiight..." Angelina said slowly. Fred came out of the joke store.

"Angie, dearest, shall we go now?"

"GEORGE WEASLEY!"

"Yeah," Angelina said. "Nice meeting you, Steven." She smiled at the rest of them and apparated away with Fred.

"It's always like this. Angie blows up on Fred, they leave, then Alicia blows up on George, she leaves..." Harry muttered. Something flew out of the doors of the twin's joke shop and skimmed in between Sirius' hip and left hand.

"Mother FUCK!" he screamed out, spinning around to see what it was. "What the bloody hell was that?" George suddenly came out of the store next, followed by Alicia, who was whalloping him with a firework.

"Did we catch you at a wrong time?" Ron asked pleasantly.

"Oh, no, not at all!" Alicia said with a big smile, throwing the firework over her shoulder. George looked like Christmas had come a month earlier.

"What're you guys doing here?"

"We decided to give Steven a little tour of Hogsmeade," Hermione replied. "Steven, this is George Weasley and Alicia Spinnet."

"Nice to meet you," Sirius said, nodding in their direction.

"You guys shouldn't be here," George said with his eyes shifting this way and that. "You-Know-Who is loose and all."

"You-Know-Who wh - ouch. Right. You-Know-Who..." Sirius glared at Hermione while fighting the urge to reach down and rub his foot. Hermione scowled at him.

"We've got Harry with us," Ron said proudly. "You-Know-Who wouldn't come near us." Alicia and George rolled their eyes.

"Didn't stop him for the past six years, has it, Ronniekins?" Alicia asked with a sweet smirk.

"You're turning into another George, you know." Alicia shrugged.

"You guys really should get back, though," she said.

"Count on you to ruin the fun." The four of them stalked back to Honeydukes, got some chocolate and any other abnormal sweet-stuff you could think of and went back down the cellar unnoticed.

"So... who's You-Know-Who?" Sirius inquired.

"You know Tom Riddle?" Harry asked while chewing Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

"Sure, went to school something like twenty years before me. Has a plaque in the trophy room. I must've shined it about seventy times a year."

"Yeah, he's some evil dark wizard now," Ron said absentmindedly while gazing at a trading card from a Chocolate Frog pack.

"Not just some 'evil dark wizard', Ronald!" Hermione snapped irritably. "He's a murderer!"

"Yeah... so? All dark wizards are murderers."

"None of them killed as many as he!"

"You two fight like an old married couple. You an item?" Sirius asked.

"No," Ron and Hermione answered defiantly in unison.

"She's the last person I'd be with," Ron said at the same time Hermione had said 'he's the last person I'd be with'. Sirius chuckled and climbed out the top of the witch.


"Padfoot! PADFOOT!"

What?

"Get off the bloody couch, you're shedding all over!"

Shut up, Ron. I don't shed, I'm not a bloody mammoth.Sirius jumped down, bounded over to Hermione and jumped onto her lap. Hermione gave out a small yelp, since she was reading a book and didn't see him coming.

"Sirius," she said in a whiny voice, scratching him behind the ears.

Yessums, Mione?

"STEVEN!" Seamus' angry voice echoed down from the dormitory. Sirius gave a loud bark, licked Hermione's cheek, changed back to human (since Ron, Harry and Hermione were the only ones in the Common Room with him) and ran up the stairs. Harry and Ron started laughing at Hermione's bewildered expression on her face. She grew irate.

"What?"

"...I think..." Ron started, in between fits of laughter.

"That Sirius just kissed you," Harry finished. The two of them fell to the ground in chortles, laughter and giggles. Hermione hexed them then went up to her own dorm.