Several miles away, a gray owl was soaring overhead an overcast sky. It swooped and soared until it finally perched on the roof of a quite grand, if not out of date, building. Like the clouds above it, it was gray. The owl landed on the porch of Number 12 Grimmauld Place just as the door was jerked open.
The opener was a rather distraught boy, good looking with black hair, but seemed out of place in all the somberness that was his home. Behind him, a loud groaning could be heard as a house-elf appeared in his shadow.
"But Kreacher get mail! Master's son go." Whined the ancient house-elf. He was clad in a rather large and somewhat smelly pillowcase.
"Kreacher it is for me." Sirius Black replied, an annoyed note in his voice. "To: Sirius Black. Look who it is from Kreacher!" He commanded, and Kreacher scooted closer to the letter.
"NO! Mister do not read from filthy good-for-nothing half bloods. Master and Mistress wills not allow it. They want to-to read Mister's mailings and-" Kreacher wailed, but Sirius hit him with the letter.
"I knew that was why I wasn't getting any mail. Kreacher, be gone." Sirius tore opened the letter as Kreacher strolled away, mumbling something about food.
The letter was indeed, from a half-blood. Sirius and his family were purebloods, of course. Sirius didn't care too much for his pureblood family, and made a show of it at Hogwarts. James Potter, his best friend, was half-blood. Many of his friends were and he couldn't give a damn about his heritage, so it didn't bother them either.
Hello Sirius,
I knew that it would be a good idea, but it does take a lot of free time away from pranks. Did you hear what happened at the Ministry? They found some very amusing letters by anonymous senders. I wonder if they'll find out who did it. Anyway, life's been good here. A little boring to tell the truth, but good. I haven't seen anyone all summer and fully intend to have you over before we go back to Hogwarts. How about you come over August the 27th? Send a reply with the owl. Remember to bring your broomstick.
Signed,
James Potter
P.S. Send Kreacher love from me.
Sirius couldn't help but laugh when he finished the letter. James knew all too well about the Black family. Those prank letters to the Ministry of Magic were an excellent idea, of course. Hopefully no one will find out the senders. Sirius fully intended to travel to the Potter's house right then, but knew better. He wasn't going to ask his parents, obviously. They would be appalled at the thought. Sirius wrote a quick reply on the back of the paper.
Hey James,
Life has been horrible here, too. Mum and Dad will be most distressed when I come over, like I care anymore. Those prank letters were a superb idea, props to Loony for thinking them up. We need a Quidditich match to show you how to really fly a broomstick. Did I tell you that Mum and Dad have been reading my letters? That is against the law! Well, Muggle law anyway. If I stay here any longer I'll go crazy. I'm coming as soon as possible.
Signed,
Sirius Black
After finishing the letter, he sent it with the Potter's owl. He regretfully had to wait two days before he could go to the Potter household. He slowly walked back inside, only to find Kreacher being ambushed with teacups and saucers by his father.
"Stupid, STUPID GIT! WHAT DID I TELL YOU? I WANTED SUGAR!" Mr., Black bellowed. Ordinarily Sirius would be at the mercy of Mr. Black's anger, but thankfully Kreacher was today. Sirius could've pitied Kreacher, but because of this letter escapade, he chose merely to have a watch and laugh as Kreacher was being attacked with the family porcelain. While his mother tried to stop his father from murdering their house-elf, and Reglaus tried to study, Sirius imagined staying at the Potter home wishing he was there right now.