A/N: This fic shows the day seven-year-old Sirius learnt about motorcycles. I would like to think that seeing his first motorcycle is what sold him on the idea that muggles were people too. Up until that point, he was still being brainwashed by his parents, but he always held a rebellious side. What's more rebellious than a motorcycle?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Sirius sat at one the many windows of Grimmauld Place looking out at the muggle street boredly with his hand under his jaw. His mother had told him to stay in this room until 'he thought about what he did'. Of course he was thinking about he did. That was the best prank he had ever pulled: making the pie blow up in Aunt Druella's face. But the pain from his father's cane on his hands and bum overshadowed the memory of his aunt's face of disbelief and his mum's livid one.

He didn't know how long it would take him to 'think about what he did', but he figured it wouldn't be until close to dinner. He stared at the large grandfather clock in this front room. 3:35. Only about 3 more hours.

With a sigh, his eyes roamed up and down the street. Muggles were so boring. They walked about like chickens, constantly talking about rubbish and nothing of importance. Well, that's what his parents always said. Sirius had never personally met a muggle and he knew his mum would never let him.

There was a loud noise coming up the road and Sirius stared out the window intently, propping himself up on his hands to get a better look.

There were three muggles dressed in large black clothes, large black boots and wearing many chains. Two wore large round helmets and one wore a pair of black glasses on his face, but they were all on large, loud machines and coming very fast down the road. All the muggles walking on the street were staring at them as well, most of the older ones frowning at the disturbance. They stopped at the house next door, there were three of them, and began pulling off their helmets. They were talking to each other but Sirius couldn't hear them through the window. One laughed and the others followed, all of them leaning on their machines, then they started walking towards the house.

Sirius darted from his place at the window and spirited down the steps. His mother was probably in the study. She never really cared if he was sitting in the front room, just as long as he stayed out of trouble. He could stay out of trouble outside.

He pushed open the door and ran out onto the sidewalk, the muggles too caught up in themselves to notice a seven-year-old boy appear out of nowhere. "Hey, wait up!" Sirius said, waving his hands at them.

The three men turned to him with large smiles and kind eyes. The closest one, a tall man with sandy brown air, spoke first, "Hey kid, what's the problem?"

"What are those?" Sirius asked excitedly, pointing at the large machine.

"Oh this. This is my ride," the man said, affectionately rubbing the handles.

"Your ride?" Sirius asked, walking up it himself.

"My motorcycle. Ever seen one, kid?" the man asked, giving him a strange look.

Sirius shook his head, "My mum doesn't let me go outside much."

The man smiled and then grinned to his friends, "Rob, Jack, wanna show this kid what a motorcycle can do?" His friends smiled back, fingering their own helmets in excitement. They were always eager to show off.

They hopped back onto their bikes, and rode up and down the street, popping wheelies, jumping make-shift ramps, standing off the bikeseats, and doing the most amazing things a seven-old-year old could ever begin to imagine. Sirius' eyes could have popped out of his head and he wouldn't notice.

The guys rolled to stop in front of the small boy, their chests heaving. They pulled off their helmets, their foreheads sopping with sweat. Bike tricks were very tiring, but they were happy with the boy's mystified expression. "That was wicked!" Sirius shouted, throwing his arms into the air.

They chuckled and the one who had spoke to him first, "I know I shouldn't be doing this, but how would you like to ride on one?"

"Really?" Sirius asked, stepping closer to the large machine. He placed his hand on it, the engine warm to the touch and smiled up at the man. He reached out his hand for the man to lift him up when out of nowhere a loud voice screeched, "Sirius Orion Black!"

The whole street turned, trying to identify the source of that mad screech. Sirius looked down at his feet knowing who that voice belonged to. He sighed. He was this close to riding one of the motormobiles.

He shouted frantically while waving his arms in the direction behind the men, "What's that over there?"

All the muggles looked in the direction he had pointed as he sprinted back to his house and through his front door. Such gullible muggles. He closed the door quietly behind him and turned around to find his mother right there.

"What were doing with those muggles, Sirius?" his mother hissed.

"Nothing mother," Sirius said, his head held down.

She grabbed him roughly by the shoulder, pushing his back upstairs. There was a secret smile on his face as his mother berated for him for even looking at those filthy muggles. Despite what his mother said, maybe muggles weren't that bad, especially if they had such cool toys.