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[A/N: I started writing the chapter in the middle of the party, but realized.. well, we can't stay at the Blacks forever, can we? So I moved it along. It's Sirius this time.. yeah [:







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I rolled my eyes as the woman who just happened to be my mother continued to pick apart everything about me. She didn’t stop complaining, did she? I was getting tired of her bickering. Her topic for today, like every first day of school…my being in Gryffindor.

“Never in a hundred years has one Black been placed in any other house besides Slytherin!” she said, for the third time. “The humility, I don’t know where we went wrong with you, boy…”

I tuned her out instantly, I didn’t need this. I was finally going to get away from her and Father for nine months. I wasn’t going to see them, I was going back to my true home. Life was pretty good right about now.

I started to look around, maybe I’d catch James before he stepped off the platform. If not, well, I’d find him in our compartment.

“Oh! What a pleasant surprise!” my Mother remarked suddenly, throwing her arms up to show emphasis.

My eyes grew wide at the sight, my jaw hung down in shock. This…couldn’t be happening.

Claire Harper and her mother were walking towards us, to my complete disgust, Harper was pushing a trolley with her trunk on top.

My mother greeted hers, kissing her on the cheek somewhat awkwardly. I glared at Harper, she returned it, no less, with her annoyingly blue eyes. She scoffed and folded her arms, turning away from me. I rolled my eyes and started to watch as our mothers talked their bloody heads off, like they didn’t spend the whole summer together.

Onto other matters…

Why wasn’t I informed of this? Am I not important enough to know when my mortal enemy is coming to my school? When the hell was this decided?

“Oh, it was so lovely to see you again, darling,” my mother said, waving at Mrs. Harper. The fake tone of her voice was almost sickening.

I watched as Harper and her mother walked to another side of the platform, and I sighed in relief.

Mother rounded on me. “Don’t you dare even think about doing anything to that darling girl while you’re at school. If I hear one word about you—”

“I know, Mother,” I cut her off, running a hand through my hair.

She threw me a look of utmost disgust, but I was so used to this, I didn’t even care anymore. “Ungrateful boy,” she sneered. “We put a roof over your head, food on your table, the only reason why you’re surviving is because we care enough to let you live.”

I mouthed the sentence along with her, moving my head back and forth. I had heard it enough times to have it completely memorized.

She took in a deep breath, like she was going to lash out at me, but instead cried, “Get out of my sight, boy! And act civilized for once!”

I didn’t need telling twice. I grabbed my trolley and began pushing my trunk through the crowds of students. I could see the little first years, reluctant to leave their parents behind on the platform. The other students were hanging around casually, waiting for the last train whistle to blow.

I placed my luggage away and boarded the train only minutes before the last whistle blew shrilly. I walked down the line of compartments, peering closely into each of the windows.

As I looked away from one, I saw Harper doing the same thing as I.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually going to attend Hogwarts,” I spat at her, smirking.

She looked over her shoulder, but continued to walk down the hall. “Well, what does it look like, Black?” she retorted.

“What, Beauxbatons not nice enough for you?”

She turned around, folding her arms again, and leaned against the wall. “You act like I wanted to come here."

My smirk faltered. “You didn’t want to?”

It was her turn to smirk. She knew it, she knows sometimes curiosity gets the better of me. And she took full advantage of it.

“Are you getting soft, Black?”

I rolled my eyes and began to walk past her. “I don’t need this. I need to find my friends.”

She raised her eyebrows, a look of total shock on her face. “What?” she asked. “You mean, people and your large head can fit into one compartment? Now that is just something I must see!”

I stopped instantly, only inches away from her. I glared into her blue eyes, giving her my look of loathing. She continued to smirk, I hated that whatever I gave her had no effect.

“I don’t have a big head,” I said through clenched teeth.

“And staring at yourself in the mirror…?”

“And what about you, Miss Quidditch? Think you can let go of your broom long enough to let some air out of that head of yours?” I snapped at her.

“Think you can stop playing with your hair long enough to get your head through the door?”

“I don’t play with my hair!”

“Yes, you do!”

“Merlin, you’re so impossible!”

“Like you’re a bloody saint to be around!”

“What the hell are you doing here anyways?”

I could hear the sound of compartment doors opening over our shouts, but I didn’t care. Right now, all I cared about was finding some way to affect her; she couldn’t just take everything thrown at her.

“What, you finally care about something other than yourself?”

“I care about a lot of things!” I was losing this one. I knew it. And she probably did too.

“Sorry, Black, your hair doesn’t really count in this one,” she said coolly, playing with a loose strand of her own hair.

I gaped at her, my mouth hung open. She wore that smile of satisfaction. She had won, and I hated her for it.

“Sirius!”

Her eyes flickered to a person behind me and I turned around, grateful to see my best friend, James Potter, standing there. He wasn’t the only one, as dozens of Hogwarts students had come out of their compartments to watch Harper and I yell at each other.

“Had a good summer?” James asked, his eyes dancing with amusement. The others had decided that the show was over and returned to their respective compartments.

“No, James. I didn’t,” I replied shortly.

“Hm. Who’s your friend?” he asked, nodding towards Harper.

“My wha—”

Harper pushed her way past me, extending her hand, a smile on her face. “Claire Harper, pleased to meet you,” she said sweetly.

He took her hand, and kissed it. I bit the inside of my cheek, to stop myself from screaming. “James Potter. The pleasure’s all mine. How long have you known Sirius here?”

Her infuriating smile widened. “Oh, Sirius and I have known each other for too long.”

“Can’t really say you two are fond of each other, eh?” James asked.

“What does it bloody look like?” I interjected harshly.

She laughed. Laughed. “No, I’m afraid we’re not.”
[IMPORTANT: Because I know it'll be asked.. No, Sirius did NOT know that she was going to Hogwarts. He was too busy dumping water over her head. Alright [: I hope you enjoyed it !]

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