DISCLAIMER: I OWN NEITHER HARRY POTTER NOR THIS STORY. THIS IS A TRANSLATION OF LAKRITZE'S ORIGINAL STORY.

A/N I'm sorry for not updating this for half a year, I have literally no excuse. I'm lazy.

Chapter 3: Hogwarts

The next morning, Sirius remained still; instead of getting up right after he woke. Under half-closed lids he watched what was happening in the Gryffindor dormitory. Observe your enemies, Orion Black always said, study their weaknesses and strengths so you can beat them. And that's what Sirius was doing.

Potter and Lupin awoke first. Remus Lupin was a quiet boy, a Half-Blood – so not actually worth Sirius' attention.

The two Gryffindors seemed to understand each other well, even though they had met only yesterday evening. Potter having only been awake for five minutes was already talking about Quidditch; how he had to be in the team, the fact it is the best sport in the world, that flying was great, that he absolutely needed the latest racing broom because his was old and slow and no longer the fastest.

"I need it to be a Chaser" he commented.

"A Chaser?" Lupin repeated dubiously. "As far as I can remember first years aren't even allowed brooms. And even if you had one, it's highly unlikely you would make it into the team."

Potter made a dismissive gesture.

"If first years were allowed then I would be a Chaser, I'll prove it to you during flying lessons"

"I hardly think we'll play Quidditch during our first flying lessons" Lupin shot back.

Potter grinned "The others might not but I will."

Lupin did not answer; he didn't seem to care much about Quidditch.

"Where are Peter and Sirius?" He asked instead.

"They're probably still asleep…"

With one swing Potter drew back the curtains of Peter Pettigrew's four poster bed and threw a pillow at his head.

"Hey, Pettigrew, get up! Otherwise you will miss breakfast in the Great Hall. "

The chubby boy woke startled from sleep.

"Oh no, I overslept? What time is it? Are we too late? "He asked worriedly.

"If you hurry a little, then we will be on time," Lupin replied.

"Yes, hurry up," Potter agreed. "Otherwise, we will go without you."

"No, wait, I will hurry ..."

Pettigrew jumped out of bed, got tangled up in his pajamas and fell on his nose. Potter laughed. Lupin helped Pettigrew to his feet and threw Potter an angry look.

"That's not funny," he said.

"I find it funny!"

Nevertheless, Potter stopped laughing.

"We have to wake Sirius," remarked Lupin, after he had made sure that Pettigrew was alright.

"Pffhh ..." Potter Exhaled through his teeth "The idiot is asleep, he can wake himself."

"He cannot help the fact he landed here," Lupin said reasonably. "The Sorting Hat has decided. He's a Gryffindor like you and me."

"Wrong!" Potter's voice sounded so sharp that Lupin stepped back involuntarily. "He's a Black. Dark Magic, pureblood. Your mother is a Muggle, right? He despises someone like you! He believes you and your mother are inferior! If it were up to him and his family, you wouldn't be allowed to do magic! "

He had talked himself into a rage and stood with his eyes flashing in anger before Lupin who's face had assumed an almost anxious expression, but immediately smoothed again, eyes calm as before.

"I'll wake him anyway," he said quietly. "You can go with Peter."

"Yes, yes, I'm done," cried Peter breathless, in such a hurry he almost fell again as he trotted behind Potter, who left the dormitory with a snort.

Sirius had seen enough. Before Lupin reached his bed, he tore the curtains open and jumped out.

"Oh, you're already awake ..." Lupin said.

"Do not come too close to me, half-breed!" Sirius snapped.

Again Lupins facial features fell for a moment. He looked really hurt. But then again there was the usual quiet serenity.

"Fine," he said only. "Just as you please."

And he marched after the others out of the room.

Sirius had the uncomfortable feeling that he had just lost his last possible ally. He did not know exactly why he had acted like that. Potters words had simply made him angry and then ... And then he had lost his temper and confirmed Potter's allegations. It is alright to not care that Lupin is a half breed ...

No it is not! Sirius was so amazed at the thought that he almost slipped in the puddle of water in front of the girls' bathroom on the first floor. They are different from us, their blood is impure, they are inferior, it threatens the wizarding community ... But even though he took pride in his superiority he felt only a dubious emptiness. Maybe that was the reason why he had sometimes felt so uncomfortable in Grimmauld Place, and why he had never looked at his lessons and the celebratory family gatherings in honor of the pure blood with the necessary seriousness…

When Sirius entered the Great Hall, the Slytherins threw him ominous glares; but under the eyes of the teachers who had breakfast in the Great Hall, no one dared to stop him.

The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws turned their heads towards him, whispering. To his chagrin Sirius couldn't find Andromeda anywhere.

The Gryffindors ignored him, turning their backs on him and making sure all the chairs were occupied. Eventually he found a seat and grabbed a slice of toast. He had eaten barely half when noise filled the Great Hall and the owls down fluttered from above. He immediately spotted the big black family owl of the Blacks and what it held in its claws: it was a bright red envelope, was smoking at the corners. A Howler.

Sirius did not even have time to get the owl. Before he had even touched him, the Howler exploded and Walburga Black's voice thundered through the Great Hall:

"SIRIUS BLACK, HOW DARE YOU BECOME A GRYFFINDOR! THE HOUSE OF BLOOD TRAITORS AND MUDBLOOD FRIENDS! YOU BRING SHAME ABOUT THE BLACK NAME! WAIT UNTIL YOU GET HOME...! "

Sirius watched as the howler shriveled and slowly dropped to the table. The Slytherins threw him gloating looks while Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs giggled shamelessly; obviously enjoying themselves splendidly. And the Gryffindors, one of whom he was supposed to be, the ones causing him all this trouble, they moved even further away from him and threw him menacing glances.

Sirus leaned back and began loudly laughing while his mother's Howler fell to a heap of ashes.

When Sirius came into the transfiguration classroom Potter and his friends were already there. Lupin ignored him and Pettigrew looked anxiously to the side when he noticed him, but Potter's face was immediately covered with an ugly grin.

"Hey, Black!" He exclaimed. "What's it like to live in a house full of blood traitors? Are you afraid of the Muggle friends? Can Mummy no longer protect you? Oh yeah ..." His voice dripped with false regret. " I quite forgot, your mother wants nothing more to do with you!" In a high voice he wailed: "Wait until you get home ..."

Pettigrew burst into peals of laughter.

Sirius was not exactly known for his good nature and that morning was no different. He drew his wand and shouted, "Relashio"

Potter and Pettigrew stumbled back, as red sparks sprayed from the wand. But while Pettigrew whimpered and hid his face in his hands, Potter pulled his hand out his wand and yelled, "Locomotor Mortis!"

But the curse went wide and hit Mary MacDonald instead because Pettigrew, who was still covering his eyes with his hands, jostled him at the exact moment. Potter pushed him aside and lunged at Sirius. This time he didn't use his wand. Potters blow split his lip open andhe staggered back, but then he caught Potters cloak and hit back. Potters nose bled, then they both suddenly rolled on the ground, sometimes one was on top and sometimes the other one was, tearing each other's hair and shredding their new cloaks. The remaining Gryffindors had formed a ring around them, egging them on-even a few older students and members of other houses were added. All were in excellent spirits apart from Lupin, who stayed out of it and Mary MacDonald, who squatted on the ground crying and desperately trying to get her stuck together legs apart, and Lily Evans, who was taking care of her.

"What's going on here?"

Professor McGonagall stood in the doorway. Suddenly there was silence. Students ran in haste to their own classes or their seats. Only Sirius and James didn't stop moving still fighting as they rolled on the ground.

"I'll finish you, asshole," growled Potter, who happened to be above.

"Try it, blood traitor," Sirius snapped back.

Suddenly both were torn apart and landed on two chairs. Professor McGonagall had come, her wand in hand, between them. Her mouth was so pinched that one could only see a thin line.

"Explain to me what's going on!" she snapped. Neither boy opened his mouth. Only Mary's sobs were still heard in the background.

"Well, after all, at least you seem to agree in this relationship" said Professor McGonagall dryly. "Names?" she added, as neither of the two tried to respond.

"James Potter," James growled.

"Sirius Black," Sirius muttered defiantly.

"Potter, Black, come to me after school. 20 points from Gryffindor. You should be ashamed of yourselves, fighting on the first day and with another Gryffindor at that! "

"He's not a Gryffindor," James muttered defiantly, but fortunately Professor McGonagall did not hear him.

"Please return to your seats, I want the lesson to begin. You can now stop crying, it's all over, Miss ... "

"MacDonald", helped Lily. "She got cursed and can't get her legs apart."

At these words she threw Potter a glare.

"I see," said Professor McGonagall, and waved her wand. "Finite."

Finally Mary MacDonald could pull her legs apart again. Sirius thought that she could at least stop crying now, but still sobbing, she sat down in her place and Evans looked after her. Feeble Mudblood.

Professor McGonagall began their lessons going over the list of names. When saying Black and Potter she stopped and gave them each a stern look. Then she told them that transfiguration is a difficult and dangerous magic and transformed her desk into a raccoon and back again. After that they had a lot of boring theory to copy and then finally moved on to the spells.

It didn't help Sirius' mood that Potter managed to transfigure his toothpick into a needle, and shortly after his coin into a button, before him. And it annoyed him more that Potter savored his triumph openly, even if Sirius also managed the transfiguration a few minutes later.

At the end of the two-hours four students had managed the transformation: James, Sirius, Remus - and Lily Evans. The fact that Potter, a pureblood, could be measured with a Black (although a Black would always be naturally superior to a Potter) was okay, Sirius was clear, however, that it was not right that two Mudbloods did a similarly good performance.

"The hour is over, you can go," said Prof. McGonagall. "Potter, Black, stay here."

Excitedly chatting about their first hour, the class made their way to the greenhouses.

"Something like that I have never seen before and hope to never see again," said Professor McGonagall strictly after everyone had gone. "You are both in Gryffindor and I expect that you behave like Gryffindors. By that I mean you, too, Potter!" she told the boy sharply, as he opened his mouth, to say something, and pointed to Sirius. "And the same goes for you as well, Black!", Professor McGonagall added promptly added, as he showed a gleeful grin, in response to Potter's indignant expression, on his face. "Your detention is to clean the bedpans in the hospital wing."

She paused, but neither of the two boys seemed to be impressed.

"Is that all?" Potter asked. "Then can we go..."

"Without magic," specified Professor McGonagall.

"What?" Exclaimed Sirius. "I will not! There are house-elves."

"It's not up to you to decide," said Professor McGonagall coldly. "You'll clean the bedpans. And now you are on your way to the greenhouses, otherwise you will be too late for Herbology."

"Are you happy now, Potter?" Sirius growled.

"You're to blame for everything!" Potter snapped as they walked down the corridor. "But what is so bad about a detention ..." he added grandly. "It'll be over in no time."

"Without magic, you idiot!" Sirius reminded him.

"Did you fear about dirt?" Teased James. "Will Mummy be angry if your pants have a stain?"

"Just because you and your family like to be swallowed up in the dirt, that does not apply to the rest of humanity." Sirius replied through gritted teeth. James grabbed his cloak.

"Don't you dare say a word against my family, Black!"

"What are you going to do about it, blood traitor?"

They were about to rush at each other, when Professor Sprout exclaimed from greenhouse one: "Potter, Black, you're last! Come in quickly, otherwise you will miss something!"

James hesitated for a moment, and then he let Sirius go.

"This isn't over, Black!" He growled, and disappeared in the greenhouse.

"You can count on it, Potter!"

After Herbology when Sirius crossed the grounds to the castle to eat lunch, he saw Andromeda from afar. She held something in her hand and waved at him. For Sirius this was the first bright spot of the day.

They went down to the lake. Andromeda had brought a blanket and food from the Great Hall. It was a beautiful late summer day and during their picnic Sirius could actually forget that he was a Black, that the Sorting Hat on some crazy whim had put him in Gryffindor and that he now lived with the most outrageous, most arrogant, dirtiest blood traitor of them all, James Potter.

But eventually they ran out of topics of conversation and it became serious.

"How are you, Sirius?" Asked Andromeda. Sirius shrugged.

"Good," he answered sullenly.

Andromeda said nothing. Someone else might have probed, but she didn't. That was one of the things that Sirius so liked about Andromeda: She treated him like an adult and accepted his decisions.

There was a long pause in which they simply looked at the lake and listened to the small waves that hit the shore.

"You probably know how the Slytherins will respond."

Sirius nodded.

"And your ... our family."

"I did not choose this," Sirius burst out. "It was the Sorting Hat!" And all his anger at the injustice spilled out of him "He put me in this house! He is responsible for all this! He should finish it and not me! "

"It's not that simple, Sirius." Sirius gave his cousin a dirty look, but she continued undeterred: "The hat has not made you a Gryffindor for no reason-He saw something in you, that's why you aren't a Slytherin. "

"The hat said I doubted myself," Sirius said quietly. Andromeda grazed him with a pensive look.

"I always hoped that you wouldn't go to Slytherin, you know, Sirius? I was hoping it when I've seen you roll you eyes at these endless pureblood tutorials, bored to death; I hoped it when you grandfather Pollux appeared and I was subsequently granted the same lessons. Do you remember how we used to laugh? "

Sirius knew it yet. It seemed long ago to him.

Again they were silent and watched the waves. Then, after endless minutes, Sirius dared to ask the question that had occupied him the whole time: "How was it then, when you became a Ravenclaw"

Andromeda looked at him with her beautiful, brown eyes serious.

"Ravenclaw is not Gryffindor, Sirius."

There were only four words, but Sirius understood. It would not be easy. And nothing would be as it had been before.

The teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts, Prof. Garth, was a young Auror. He had been seriously injured in one of his first missions, preferring to teach now. Potter snorted when he heard the story, but the rest of the class was enthusiastic: lessons from a real Auror!

"Normally one starts teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts with the study of magical creatures and how to defend against them," said Prof. Garth. "The curses and defensive spells are reserved for the higher grades, where the basics of sorcery have already been learned. In view of certain circumstances ... I think it would be more appropriate to teach you a few simple curses now. "

In the classroom you could hear a pin drop. It was quiet as a mouse. All eyes were transfixed directed to Prof. Garth.

"I do not expect that you will master the curses immediately," the former Auror continued. "Since this is your first day at Hogwarts, we will probably need a few lessons. But that should not deter us. The first spell I want to teach you, Expelliarmus- This will disarm your opponent. Say it! "

"Expelliarmus" echoed the class.

"Very good. If you want to disarm your opponents, point your wand at him and shout Expelliarmus! I will first demonstrate the spell on one of you. Any volunteers? Mr. Black, how about you? "

Sirius stood up and walked forward.

"Mr. Black, you have your wand? Very good. I will now disarm, so the class can see how the spell works. Ready?"

Sirius nodded.

"Expelliarmus!"

Sirius' wand was ripped from his hand and sent flying towards Prof. Garth. The class applauded enthusiastically while Prof. Garth returned the wand to Sirius.

"Everyone has seen how it works?" Asked Prof. Garth. "Now find a partner and do it together". Mr. Potter please to Mr. Black."

James, who had wanted to practice with Remus, walked forward to Sirius. On his face was his usual arrogant smirk.

"Scared, Black?"

"Of you?", Sirius retorted curtly.

"I bet this is something completely new for you," Potter continued teasing. "Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"You talk too much, Potter. Are you scared?"

"In front of a Dark magic idiot like you certainly not!"

Both simultaneously pointed their wands at each other and shouted: "Expelliarmus!"

Sirius' wand twitched, but it stayed where it was. In contrast, Potters flew in a great arc from his hand.

"Well done, Mr. Black!" Echoed Prof. Garth's voice. "Ten points for Gryffindor!"

Potter looked as if someone had just forced him to drink Bubotuber-pus.

"You'll regret this, Black!"