A/N: The two songs were written by The Matches, I use their songs a bit don't I, and the Stray Cats, they're an old band and I don't care. Any way italics are either thought or dream. Onwards with the story!

Sleep over took the exhausted boy. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down. Detention had worked its evil magic and caused his exhaustion. In exhaustion his mind wouldn't shut out his emotions, making him vulnerable to painful dreams of memory. Tonight would be no exception.

Dinnertime at the Black residence could have never been more 'special'. The man now known as the Dark Lord was having dinner with them. All evening the Dark Lord had been going on about his goal for immortality and world domination. Everyone was listening with rapt attention, except one young boy of about 8. He was glaring at his plate throwing glances at the clock to make sure he was out of the way by 8:00. His mother caught him and stopped the glances with a glare. "Mama! Look at how big the moon is!" A younger boy pointed at the window. The elder looked out the window, fright showing in his golden feral eyes. Dropping his pure ivory fork he fled from the table to the cage in the basement.

After closing himself in he changed into a beast. The basement door creaked open. Fresh human blood was waiting to be spilled. Human tormenters entered and stood around the cage. Each with thin wooden sticks out incase someone got to close and was on the verge of being bitten. The Dark Lord bent down with a household cleaning broom in hand. He pushed it between the bars of the cage and into the black and gray beast. Lycans are bad tempered by nature but sticking them with a broomstick was just asking for trouble. The Lycan bit down effectively snapping the broom in half. That wasn't enough. It happened in a flash. Claws dug into the Dark Lords arm and drug him closer to the cage. A beam of light flashed and the Lycan fell limp.

Sirius woke with a start. He was shaking violently and was shimmering in a cold sweat. That dream was by far the worst. That was the memory of the night he was sold to the Dark Lord. Though he was against his family's ways for once he was thankful to his mother. If she hadn't stunned him he would have turned the Dark Lord. Sirius knew the one way to calm his nerves, though the other boys might not like it, he was going to play his guitar.

Remus and James woke to another wordless song that morning. Remus had heard it long before James did. 'Sirius must have had another nightmare.' He thought to himself. Sirius had one before and woke the other three boys by screaming in his sleep. He would play his guitar to calm himself. Yet this time the song was angry and violent. Sirius was so wrapped up in pouring his emotions into what he was playing he didn't realize that the other two had woke. James just listened to the heated sounds from the guitar. James was the only one that knew how to read the way Sirius played in the mornings. If the song was softer and gentle than Sirius was playing his softer emotions, this was one of the only ways to see him this way, if the song was harsh, angry and loud he was in either a 'mess with me and die' mood or another irate mood.

Peter jumped out of his bed and landed on the floor with a thud. James and Remus looked at him but Sirius kept playing his cherry guitar. "He's in a mood isn't he?" Peter said as he crawled onto Remus' bed. "He's been playing for hours now." Remus continued to watch Sirius play. "Sirius... SIRIUS!" James hollered over the guitar. "What?" He asked in a momentary lull of noise. "Breakfast." James climbed off his bed and waited for Sirius to put up his guitar. "I think I'm gonna play on the grounds after breakfast." He said as they sat down. "Make sure it's something appropriate." Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus.

As planed after breakfast Sirius went and got his guitar case and brought it down to the ground. A few muggle borns and half bloods knew what the case was and came outside. The pure bloods followed to see what was going on. Teachers even came outside to see what the commotion was about.

Sirius set up his guitar and amp. He was about to close the case but James stopped him, seeing the students coming down after them. "Leave it open." Sirius left it open and picked out the song he was going to play.

Out in the streets at all hours of the night
Softly bathed in flickering dashboard lights
Hey! There's no painless
way to say
that I pass on the piece of pie
that you planned as mine
I'm starving too but I'm hungry for life
Not that life,
But my life,
It's my time
My POS car with the radio playin'
The graveyard jockey is on the air sayin'
"Here's a new hot band outta Oakland..."
And it's the sound
of my way out

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes

I used to watch This kid
turning wrenches next door
He grew up
Engines strewn across the oil stained floor
I got a car
The next year
I knew better but let it fall
into disrepair
I gotta get away Gotta get away,
Gotta get away from here
But four wheels
aren't going to get me there
Summer time blues
on the front porch swinger
The jock says that
The Rage got a new singer
The first note
rips through the speaker
And it's the sound
of my way out

Yeah!
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes...
The dust off these shoes...

We're the wolves
Prowlin' the shadows of these worn down streets
A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books
To the highways -
To the low-way -
To the air waves -
We're all just tryin get a better look
At what's beyond the tall grass
That goes around this town
I gotta see the world for myself
And I only know one way to get out
Pick up my ticket to any where but here
It's got six strings and a soul
I gotta get away, Gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
Turn it up, and rock right out of this whole

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
Shake! Shake! Shake!

Cheers erupted from the on lookers when he finished. Cat calls where made and they shouted for an encore. "What should I play?" He asked the other three guys. "Uh how 'bout this one?" James said pulling out a random song. "Um.... Okay." He sounded a bit unsure about it.

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh,
Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by with my tail in the air

Stray cat strut, I'm a ladies' cat,
A feline Casanova, hey man, thats where its at
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can

Yeah don't cross my path

I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry,
"Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy."

I wish I could be as carefree and wild,
but I got cat class and I got cat style.

I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry,
"Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy."

I wish I could be as carefree and wild,
but I got cat class and I got cat style.

"Say what were those called?" Peter asked as they walked up to the castle. "Um the first was Mehr als lokale Jungen und der andere war Streukatze-Spreize." They looked at him in confusion. "I did it again didn't I?" He asked, sometimes he would slip into German and not realize it. They nodded. "Oh, well I said the first was More Than Local Boys and the other was Stray Cat Strut." "Oh" They said together. Sirius chuckled.