A/N—The last chapter was pretty much just a way to fit Peter in somehow, even though I hate the little sod.
Captain Oz----lol Sorry. Probably not what you're thinking.:)
Lostjackal----Yeah, it has been a while. Thanks so much!
James stared after the hastily retreating couple, more like watched Remus try to get his boyfriend to calm down, wondering why this whole thing was bothering Regulus so much.
"Wait a minute…you know Orion White?"
Suddenly James was agreeing with Regulus. This certainly wouldn't do.
"How did you meet him? Can I meet him? What's he like? What does he look like? Which is his favorite book."
Sirius shot a glare at his brother's retreating back and sighed.
"No one needs to know."
"I do."
"Why?"
"Why?" James stared. "Because he's Orion bloody White, the best novelist ever known to mankind. That's why!"
"Maybe he doesn't want the public knowing who he is," Sirius shot back.
"So…that's not his real name?"
Swearing under his breath, Sirius picked up the keys to his trunk and motioned for James to follow. They quickly climbed down the ladder into a room about the size of their dorm room.
"No. Orion isn't his real name."
James watched as a mass of papers was set before him. Glancing at Sirius questioningly, he began to read the stack and realized what it was. The raven-haired boy looked up, wide-eyed.
"He sends you his manuscripts?"
"How dense are you?"
"What?"
"Look at the writing."
Once again confused, James did as he was told. The words seemed to have an aristocratic air to them, with curves and swirls here and there and no ink drops to be found.
"Now look at my last homework assignment."
James took the offered paper and gasped. Sure enough, the handwriting matched.
"You did wonder how I had so much money."
Sirius Black was Orion White.
