Okay, as you know I have no ownership over the Harry Potter story idea. I Do, however own the idea for this story.

On the last chapter we found out Sirius' aunt was getting married and allowed him to being his friends along. They played Truth or dare, James and Lily made out, and we heard about Drusella's pit falls and her feelings towards Sirius. We left off with her doing something quite mischievous towards our doggy friend. Please read on.

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"Ahhh!" Sirius cried in horror. His sweet comforting dreams were interrupted by a sudden splash of ice cold water. He opened his eyes to meet those of his unusually giggly girlfriend. She held her wand above him and continued giggling like a mad dog.

"Oh, yes Drusella Cammolie! Very amusing." he said sarcastically. He pulled his hand up and grasped her wand into his hand and she jumped back quickly. Her eyes narrowed. Her cheerful expression turned sour and cold.

"Go ahead, Black. Try me." he faked a harsh stare, just as cold as her's. Remus and Sapphira looked up, feeling the air suddenly turn a frigid cold. Sirius and Dru were locked in a silent battle, waiting for the other's next move... waiting... anticipating. Lily and James were still locked in an uncomfortable-looking position, clinging to each other for dear life, lips still locked.

Peter sat, looking around him uncomfortably. He turned to Remus, questions in his eyes but too afraid to break the deadly silence. Sapphira stood up, curtsied, and left the room. Remus left after her, curious as to where she was headed and looking for an excuse to leave the room. Poor Peter was left amongst the two "busy" couples, Sirius and Drusella in a staring competition, and Lily and James acting like irresponsible teenagers.

"And people say that I have all the problems." He said in a painful voice. He sat back and tried to think of something-anything- but his friends and their weird lives. He thought of his relationship with Andrea. She was still at Hogwarts, working very hard, and she promised to write him as soon as possible. He really couldn't wait. She was a wonderful girl, even if she was too young for him; he liked to be with her.

"Hey, Wormtail! What are you staring at?!" he heard Sirius' voice. He looked up at his friend. Sirius' short, dark hair shaded his dark eyes. Peter stared at his friend, trying to snap back to reality.

"You've been staring at my wall for half an hour now. My house isn't THAT amazing!"

"Oh. I'm sorry, Sirius. I kind of-um-zoned out there." Peter said nervously. Sirius shook his head and laughed. Lily was currently having her hair braided by Sapphira, and Drusella was sprawled out on Sirius' bed reading some muggle book she had brought along.

"Hey, good advice not to let my mum see that you got there. It could make the whole trip more of hell." He said raising a brow to her. Drusella nodded and placed the book back in her bag. She sat back up and looked at the boys.

"Lily, tell me if I hurt you. Some of the girls in Hufflepuff say I'm too rough when I braid. I really don't mean to-it's just…oh well." Sapphira muttered. Lily giggled but didn't dare to shake her head. So there they sat, quiet as mice just staring at the walls or slowly falling to sleep.

Suddenly, the door to Sirius' room crashed open and made everyone jump. There stood a little elf dressed in only silly rags, with big round eyes that looked tired and a snout-like nose. Sirius groaned at the sight of the creature. The creature bowed before him.

"What is it, Kreacher?" Sirius asked in an annoyed tone. Kreacher, the house elf, stood up straight. House elves lived to serve their masters. But- if you gave them clothing, they would be set free. The Potters, the Higgs and the Pettigrew's all had one. There were also dozens that worked at Hogwarts.

"Kreacher's Mistress told Kreacher too come get Master. Mistress says she wants to see him immediately." The little elf said. Drusella peered at it along with Lily. Neither of them had seriously seen a house elf at work.

"Oh, alright!" Sirius said groaning. He stood up from beside Peter and followed Kreacher out of his room. A pounding of the stairs could be heard along with a cold seething complaint about Sirius' guests.

"Now you know why Sirius ran away, no?" James said softly. Lily bit her lip and nodded. The group sat in silence, semi-eavesdropping on the conversation Sirius was having with his mother.

Down stairs in the hallway, Sirius was getting scolded and being shown a large tapestry that hung on the wall.

"Sirius, do you not see this clearly?! You are a Black-how dare you distain your family! Your own flesh and blood! A pity that Regulus, Narcissa and Bellatrix have to live by the same name as you! The reputation of the Black family is on the line because of your stupid association for muggles!" she whispered heavily. Sirius stiffened. He always stood stiff around his mother.

"You know, when you were little-before Hogwarts, I always thought of you as becoming the best of the name. But instead you betray our family. And Dumbledore isn't any better! He should have sent you to Slytherin-where you belong!"

Sirius stared at the ground slightly. Memories of his past flooded him. When he was seven, he used to think his mother was the best in the world. Even at age eleven he was proud to be a Black. But around the age of twelve and thirteen-he began to be disgusted at his family's treatment towards those muggle born. It wasn't until he had become so close you James, Remus and Peter that he felt ashamed.

"Just don't have these-these mudbloods ruin your aunts wedding. That I can not forgive. Now, run along. You better have nice robes to wear- and that friend of yours better too. I will not tolerate to be embarrassed in front of my sister for having a poorly dressed wizard attending." She added stiffly. Sirius nodded as his mother turned on her heel and stomped away. He saw his father peek his head in and shake it.

"Do you always have to make her yell?" he asked warily. Sirius huffed and ran back to his room. There his friends sat speechless.

"You don't want to know what she had to say." He said coldly. His usually warm brown eyes were now staring coldly into the distance. He couldn't believe it! Why had he come in the first place?! He should have known the invitation would include two days of fights. He ran away from home a year ago and then came back just for his aunt's-who happened to be just as psychotic as his mother- wedding!?

"Hey, Sirius…are you alright?" he heard a small voice. He looked down at Drusella who was sitting there with her brow knitted and an expression of pure worry. He smiled lightly and sat own next to her. He seriously wasn't used to her sensitive side yet. Yet the deathly look in her stormy grey eyes remained, and those he was quite familiar with.

"Of course, Drusella, I am fine. Just some trouble with my mum." He said in a cheerful voice. Drusella raised a brow unsurely but didn't proceed to ask any more questions. Sirius stared at her for awhile and then turned to Remus.

"Hey-I got these perfect robes for you-you know, if you want." He said kindly. Remus smiled and nodded in thanks.

"I'm sure you girls have something lovely to wear, am I correct?" he asked, turning on the girls. Lily grinned, Drusella sat not paying attention (don't you just love Drusella?) and Sapphira frowned a little.

"I got word that my mother is attending the wedding so I am sure she brought something she considers to be much more appropriate then my Christmas ball robes." She replied icily.

The room became cold again as each student looked at each other. James peered over Lily's shoulder and sighed. He really felt sorry for his friend. He couldn't imagine what he would do if he had that kind of relationship with his parents. Even his bitter one with his father. Sirius had always been the playful, happy man out of the group. It was a pity that he had such a hard life.

Sirius sighed and gave a small smile to his comrades.

"Hey, why don't we go play some Quidditch?" he asked. James, Drusella and Sapphira's eyes lit up at this.

"Alright now, everyone! We'll appoint your placements. Drusella and Sirius- I want you two to be beaters. Sapphira and Remus, you guys are going to play keepers; Peter and I will be . And of course, James will be seeker." Lily said defiantly. Everyone nodded in agreement.

When James got on his broom, all his issues went away with the wind. Nothing he had ever done in life could compare to Quidditch. Nothing could compare to the feeling he got on a broom.

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