disclaimer:  god, i wish i owned harry potter.  well, thats not true.  i wish i owned sirius black though... (sirius backs away slowly before apparating to australia)

yay, i got multiple reviews!  and now i get to reply to them:

brennqt14: thanx for the congrats!  i meant that remus was amused because it had to be funny seeing james taken down like that.  i kind of picture remus like hermione (who doesn't) and i think that seeing someone like james being "managed" in such an...for lack of better way, he would probably be amused. 

lillian():  ay yay yay, im so sorry about McGonagall's name, i can never spell it right!  although i find it funny that in pointing that out to me you spelled "mispell" "mispel".  lol.  i know they are only 11, but as he says in this chapter, sirius was educated by the best, he probably is mature for his age.  dont worry, cause just like me he will definately have his immature points ;)

alright, not much really happens in this chapter, cause im about to be kicked off the computor, but i decided to screw it and post anyway.  sorry about the lack of content, and see you soon!

Peter Pettigrew woke up the next morning with a feeling of panic. This wasn't his bed! Where was he? As his head cleared a bit, he remembered that he was in his bed at Hogwarts (his Gryffindor bed, mum would be so proud!) and that today was the first day of classes. He sheepishly swung his legs off the bed and turned to look at the clock. It read 7:08. Good, he thought, no chance of me being late today. He walked groggily towards the bathroom, but as he passed the third bed he heard a loud beep followed be a groan and some more loud beeps. A crash came next, followed by some mumbled curses, and a very disheveled Remus Lupin emerged from behind the curtains. Peter smirked as Remus turned around and walked straight into the next bed over, causes a few yelps to come from that bed as well.

"Oof, sorry mate," Remus said sleepily.

"Muuuuuh," came the reply, and James' head poked through the curtains, emitting a shriek as the rest of him followed to end up on the floor. Just at that moment the bathroom door opened and Sirius walked out, already showered and dressed for the day.

"I knew you'd get used to the idea of groveling to me, Potter," he smirked at James, who growled and pushed himself up, only to trip again over his sheets. "It's only to be expected, after all, I am clearly the superior one here," he continued haughtily.

Remus and Peter shared a confused look over James' head. Was Black serious? Or was he just saying that to piss James off? Peter shrugged and continued on his journey to the bathroom, and Remus followed a moment later.

"Don't want to get caught between those two, 'specially not this early in the morning," Remus mumbled.

"I'm with you on that one, Remus," replied Peter.

James stumbled in a moment later, mumbling to himself. "Damn Black, damn bed sheets, it's a conspiracy, a conspiracy I tell ya!" Peter shook his head and grinned, while Remus just rolled his eyes, but Peter could see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Well, james, much as I'd like to help you fight this conspiracy of yours, I'm hungry. I'm gonna head down for breakfast now. Anyone coming?" Peter asked.

"I'll meet you down there in five," Remus replied, and James grunted his agreement.

"Right, see you in a bit then."

Peter walked straight into Sirius as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Good, someone's alive at least. I don't remember the way down to the great hall, do you?"

Sirius winced as he realized his mistake. Never ask others for help. Find a way of obtaining it while at the same time making it seem as though you are the one responsible for having it. Wasn't that what his parents were always saying? He cringed to think of what they would do if they heard him slip up like that. Oh well, damage done. Thank merlin they aren't here to witness my idiotic slip-ups.

Thankfully, Pettigrew didn't seem to notice Sirius' hesitation. "Yeah, just follow me. I'm pretty sure I remember the way," he said cheerfully.

As they made their way through hallways, down stairs, around winding corridors, and through trick walls, Peter continued to try to strike up a conversation, but was continually cut off by Sirius.

"so are you excited about classes today? I—"

"yes."

"What do you think will be the hardest class? I'm a little nervous about—"

"I dunno."

"Can you say a sentence with multiple nouns and maybe a few adjectives or adverbs thrown in there?"

"Nope." Sirius smirked as he saw Peter getting more and more frustrated. "Fine. Yes I'm excited about classes, I think potions will be the most difficult class, and I am obviously capable of stringing together a sentence that sounds at least moderately intelligent because I am a member of the "Most Noble and Ancient House of Black", corny as that sounds, and us Blacks always get the best of educations," Sirius relented. He then fell silent again.

Peter sighed. Black had seemed so...interesting...last night when he said all those things to James. He was only eleven, but he spoke like an adult. Peter had thought that maybe Sirius would want to be friends with him, after all, peter was the one who had defended him last night, but Black seemed to just distance himself from everyone.

He sighed again as they entered the great hall at last.

a/n:  alright, review and i will take requests for pranks for the marauders to do, and they will definately appear in the fic.