A/N: This chapter will be pretty short, but hopefully good.
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Sirius was ever so rudely woken by Tyler opening the curtains around his four poster, and letting in the sun light. "Le' me sleep!" Sirius moaned. He wasn't much of a morning person. He especially hated getting up early.
"Come on, Sirius! It's already seven fifty-five and classes start at eight o' clock sharp!
Tyler complained. Sirius snorted. "Like I'm going to fall for that? Not likely. It's a classic, and let me guess it's only seven?" Sirius said skeptically. Tyler shook his head. "Erm, Sirius. That's the thing. I'm not just trying to get you out of bed, really. And for your information it's now eight!"
Sirius moaned, and started randomly pulling on clothes. He didn't realize that he had his shoes on the wrong feet until he tripped because of them. Five minutes later, they were both ready to go. They were both sprinting as fast as they could when Sirius tripped over and un-tied she lace, and slid right into Argus Filch, the caretaker at Hogwarts.
"Hey, you two. Ge' back 'ere!"
Filch then continued on, mumbling under his breath. Sirius caught 'hang them by their thumbs' and 'dungeon', and assumed that he wanted to punish them in that way. Sirius caught some more of his mumbling about how professor McGonagall wouldn't let him give the students what they deserved. Sirius glanced at Tyler, and saw that he was smirking, which was enough to tell Sirius that he had heard Filch's rambling.
Directing his gaze back to Filch Sirius tried to keep himself from bursting out in peals of laughter. It was hilarious seeing the old caretaker pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself. If he hadn't known better, he would be under the impression that this man was crazy. Unfortunately after the last thought Sirius started to snicker. Filch stopped mumbling and looked straight at him. "Detention tonight, and the rest of the week, you two." Filch growled. "Meet me in the trophy room tonight after dinner. Don't be late." After the last words he smiled, somewhat evilly, and caused the two boys to flinch when they caught sight of his yellow teeth. "Ye, yes, sir." Sirius managed to stammer out, and the two boys ran in the opposite direction of Filch.
Ten minutes later they were standing outside of the potions classroom, which was in the dungeons. Tyler knocked on the door and then strolled into the room, closely followed by Sirius. The whole class turned from their work to stare. And, slowly professor Krum turned to face them. "Aha. There you two are. At last, you have come to join us."
Sirius nodded. Ron had told him that Krum had a Bulgarian accent and he assumed that it had disappeared after being in London so long. "We're sorry sir; it's just that we got lost." Sirius lied. Krum nodded slightly. "I understand. Hogwarts is a big castle." "Thank you sir. We will be more mindful next time." Krum brushed the two away to a table and directed them to start on their potions.
"What did you two do now?" Andrea asked, rolling her eyes. "I got up a bit late." Sirius explained. Tyler snorted. "A bit? More like loads, if I hadn't woken you up you could've slept the whole day!" Andrea giggled, as Sirius blushed. "Mr. Potter, I would appreciate it if you could quiet down a bit. Thank you." Professor Krum interrupted. "Yes professor."
Sirius turned back to his potion, which was now a the color of the sky and bubbling merrily. Sirius frowned. The potion was supposed to be lavender. He looked back at the directions and found that he still had to add petals off of a rose. He picked up the rose and yelped as it pricked him. He shook his hand and made a mental note to never be so careless when picking up a rose. He pulled the petals off one by one and added them to the potion, where they floated. He picked up a special type of spoon that could not be melted or destroyed by a potion, and stirred the petals in. He continued stirring until the potion was of a desired color. Sirius looked around the room and found that no one else had the right color. Rufus' was probably the absolute worst. It was a shade of dark green, that was nowhere near lavender. Sirius went over and helped Rufus out until the end of class. "Thanks, Sirius." Rufus said gratefully. "No sweat." Sirius smiled at his friend. "Well, we should probably be off to Herbology." Andrea suggested. Everyone nodded and they set off down the path to the greenhouses.
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Ron woke up to a knock at the door. He got dressed quickly, all the while cursing under his breath. He ran down the stairs and opened the door to find Charlie. "Morning Ron." Greeted Charlie. "Morning, come on in." Ron led the way into the kitchen and got some tea for his brother and himself. "So what brings you here?" "Thought you might have been lonely without little Sirius around to cause trouble. I thought that perhaps you would like to go and see a quidditch game with me today. You know, to get your mind off everything." Ron nodded. "Sounds great. Let me put some shoes on and eat, then I'm ready." Charlie smiled. "Right then. Mind if I watch some television?" (A/N: Yes I know wizards don't have tvs but let's just say that they do.) Ron shook his head, and Charlie headed into the living room to watch the news.
The rest of the day went well and Ron didn't think about his friends deaths at all. He had a great time and they decided to see a game like that again soon. When Ron had gone to sleep he felt content for the first time since his friends had passed on.
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The rest of the day went rather smoothly for Sirius and he got to know everyone better. When it came time for detention he and Tyler where reluctant to leave. They made their way to the trophy room and were set to work polishing the trophies without magic. It was tiring work, but Sirius had discovered multiple awards concerning his father and his grandfather. There was one for Ron, and Sirius learned that he had once been goalie for the Gryffindor team. He felt a surge of pride as he polished these, and decided that he would add a few more trophies to their collection when he left Hogwarts.
Smiling to himself, Sirius turned in for the night and was swept up in dreams of winning the house cup, just like his father.
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A/N: Hope you liked it and sorry it was so short. Please review. Ciao! -Balinnka