A/N: Well, here's the sequel to Our Little Ones. This fic will focus mostly on Harry's, Orion's, and Juliet's years at Hogwarts, although Sirius and Remus will certainly be important figures. This is slash of course, and AU – though I will stay as true to the books as I can. Obviously, some things will have to change as Sirius never went to Azkaban, Peter never became a Death Eater, James and Lily never died, and Harry isn't famous. Oh, and I would definitely read Our Little Ones first, as this one starts off right where that fic left off. You should at least read chapter 12…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter One

Once the three of them had settled into their compartment, Harry leaned forward in his seat across from the twins and said, "So, did you bring the fireworks?"

"Of course," Orion said. "They're in my trunk. What about you?"

"Nope," Harry said with a shrug. "Mum caught dad sticking them in with my books, and made him get rid of them. Fortunately, she didn't see the dungbombs or the cloak."

"Excellent," Juliet said with a grin, as the train gave one last loud whistle before starting off with a great lurch. "Now, you guys do know what we've got to do once we get to school, right?"

"Find the Map," Harry stated, sounding excited at the prospect of being able to use the Marauder's Map to prank Slytherins.

"Yeah, I still can't believe our dads lost it!" Orion said, sounding indignant at the thought of such a travesty.

"I can't believe they never found it," Juliet responded. "And let's just hope that it hasn't fallen into the wrong hands. I mean, it's been missing for a long time, who knows who might have found it. It might not even be at school anymore."

"It's got to be there," Harry stated flatly. Before he could say anything else, however, the door to their compartment slid open, revealing a skinny red-haired boy with slightly shabby muggle clothes that didn't quite fit and dirt on his nose.

"Um, hi," the boy said nervously. "Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full…"

"Sure," Juliet said smiling brightly. "Come on in. Are you a first year, too?"

"Yeah," the redhead said, looking relieved as he pulled his trunk into the compartment. "Thanks," he muttered as Harry and Orion helped him load his trunk onto the luggage rack.

"No problem," Harry responded offering his hand to the other boy. "I'm Harry Potter, and these are my friends, Orion and Juliet Black."

"Ron Weasley," the boy said, shaking each of their hands in turn. "Nice to meet you lot."

There was a brief silence as the four of them settled into their seats, Ron sitting next to Harry. Juliet was the first to speak. "So, Ron, you said you're a Weasley, right? Is your dad Arthur Weasley?"

"Yeah," Ron said in surprise. "How'd you know?"

"Our Papa (A/N: I've decided that's what they'll call Sirius. It sounded less confusing than having Remus be 'Dad' and Sirius 'Daddy'.) works at the Ministry," Orion said, leaning back in his seat and stretching his legs. "We've heard him talk about your dad once or twice."

"Really? What does he do at the Ministry?" Ron asked. "My dad works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office – he's obsessed with Muggle things, and a lot of the people at the Ministry don't think much of him."

"Uncle Sirius – he's their Papa – and my dad are both Aurors," Harry said. "They both like your dad a lot."

"Aurors?" Ron asked. "Wow, that must be awesome. Certainly sounds better than having a dad who's crazy for Muggle stuff."

"It's okay," Juliet said with a shrug. "It's not as though we get to go looking for dark wizards with them, or anything."

"So," Orion said after a brief pause in the conversation. "What house do you think you'll be in, Ron?"

Ron answered with a slightly dispirited shrug. "My whole family's been in Gryffindor, so that's what I'm hoping for. Ravenclaw wouldn't be so bad, I guess, but I'm not likely to get in there – I hate reading. What about you three?"

"Could be anything for me, I guess," Harry said with a careless shrug of his own. "Both my parents were in Gryffindor, but my dad's father and older brother were both Ravenclaws, and my grandmum was a Hufflepuff. I'll probably be in Gryffindor, though."

"Yeah, but family history doesn't really have anything to do with you house, does it?" Juliet said. "I mean, both our parents were Gryffindors as well, but our Papa's entire family was a bunch of Slytherins before he and his cousin Andromeda came along."

"How did your grandparents take him being in Slytherin?" Ron asked.

Orion snorted in derision. "He was the shame of the family. They were a bunch of rich pureblood maniacs, who loved the dark arts, and they couldn't stand the fact that Papa was nothing like them. Unfortunately for them, he's the first born in the family, and they couldn't just toss him out. He ran away eventually, though, so-"

Just them, the door to their compartment opened yet again, this time revealing a skinny blonde boy with a pale pointed face and two other boys who looked to be roughly the size of small boulders. All three were wearing rather expensive robes and the blonde was sneering haughtily at the four of them. He took in the state of Ron's clothes, and smirked at Harry, Orion, and Juliet's muggle outfits as well before saying, "Well, well, look what we have here. A bunch of mudblood riffraff."

At that, all four of them shot out of there seats, pulling out their wands – though they didn't know any spells yet. "First of all, you little pin-headed dungheap," Juliet said with a sneer of her own. "We are not 'mudbloods', and I wouldn't go around calling people that if I were you – most civilized people find that offensive."

The blonde snorted. "Well, you're not me. And if you aren't mudbloods, then what are your names?"

"Harry Potter," Harry said, glaring angrily at the boy.

"Orion Black," Orion said, glancing warily at the open door of the compartment. It wouldn't look to good for a Prefect to come walking by and see them about to fight. Even he didn't want to get a detention before school even started.

"Ron Weasley," Ron stated.

"Juliet Black," Juliet said reluctantly. "Now that you know our names, would you mind telling us yours before getting out of our compartment?"

"Draco Malfoy," the blonde responded disdainfully. He indicated the two hulks behind him, seeing Juliet glance at them. "And these are my associates, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. I should have known that if you weren't a bunch of mudbloods, you'd be worthless bloodtraitors."

Ron and Orion both jumped at Malfoy for that comment, but Harry and Juliet grabbed the backs of their shirts, holding them back. "Shut up, you little twerp," Juliet said with a scowl. "You don't want to go picking a fight with us – you're outnumbered four to three, so please get out."

Malfoy sneered at them, "Like you could do anything to us. I bet you don't even know any magic yet."

"Are you going to take that risk?" Orion asked. Then he glanced back at the door, and saw another red-haired boy who looked to be about fifteen standing just outside, talking to a girl who seemed to be his age. What really drew Orion's attention, however, was the Gryffindor tie and Prefect badge the boy sported. "Besides, one of the Gryffindor Prefects is standing right outside. We might not know magic, but he certainly will – and he'll be able to put you in detention on your very first night here."

"Yeah," Harry said, glancing at the door as well. "Do you know what they make first years do in detention? They make you go into the Forbidden Forest and fight all the creatures that live there – just to see if you can really hack it here."

"They do not, that's illegal!" Draco said. But he began backing out of the compartment nonetheless.

"So is stringing kids up by their ankles from the ceiling, but my dad told me the groundskeeper did that to him loads of times," Juliet said with a smirk. "And you don't get out of detentions, either, so no trying to get your parents to make them let you off."

"My dad can do anything he wants," Malfoy said with what he evidently thought was a menacing growl, but it came out as nothing more than a piteous whine. "If I tell him that a bunch of bloodtraitors ganged up on me, he'll get me out of trouble. No one puts Draco Malfoy in detention."

Before any of them could respond to that, Malfoy stalked out of the compartment with Crabbe and Goyle following along behind him.

Juliet walked over and shut the door, before turning back to the others. Harry, Ron, and Orion had resumed their seats, but Juliet said to them, "What's the bet he gets put in Slytherin?"

"No doubt about it," Ron said with a snort. "My dad's talked about the Malfoys at home – nothing but a bunch of snobby, dark magic maniacs."

"We know," Orion said as Juliet sat down beside him, her sandy-blonde hair falling out of its ponytail. "Papa's tried to get something on them lots of times, but they always manage to worm their way out of trouble. I can't believe we're related to them."

"You're related to the Malfoys?" Ron asked in shock.

Juliet nodded disgustedly. "Unfortunately. Our Papa's cousin, Narcissa, is married to Lucius Malfoy. She's dear old Draco's mother, which makes him oursecond cousin. Ugly git."

Just as Harry opened his mouth to say something, the door slid open once more. He and Orion both reached for their wands, but relaxed when they saw that it wasn't Malfoy standing there. Instead, it was a girl around their age with long bushy hair and rather large front teeth. She was already wearing her robes, and next to her was a slightly plump boy nervously glancing between the four of them as if he thought they might attack him.

"Hello," the girl said, striding purposefully into their compartment. "I'm Hermione Granger and this is Neville Longbottom. He's lost his toad named Trevor, and we were wondering if you'd seen him."

"Sorry, no," Juliet answered, smiling at the two of them. "My name's Juliet Black, this is my brother Orion, and these are our friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."

"Nice to meet you," Neville said nervously.

A/N: I realized after I first posted thischapter that it ended kind of abruptly, so I decided to add a bit more to it. I also realize that everything that happened in this chapter isn't exactlyin the same order as it wasin the Sorceror's Stone, but oh well.Anyway, as I said last time I posted this chapter,this is the part where you tell me how much you like (or hate) my fic. But no flames please.