I hate writer's block, because of it I couldn't think of a way to incorporate the thing with Perenelle into the story…it will be in this one though. I'm trying to focus on this story right now as well as This is How I Disappear, but it's difficult seeing as I've just gotten a completely odd idea for a new story that I like rather a lot and I've been writing it down in my notebook. And I've been fighting the urge to type it up and post it on FF.

So my mind's been wandering quite a bit. Bleh…you didn't really need to know that, did you?

As I said last chapter: there'll be some slashy bits this time.

Disclaimer: it belongs to JK Rowling and the Beatles (I love the Beatles and just had to put in part of one of their songs, it should in the correct time range though …)


-Sirius Black-

'Ha! Stupid mudblood git of a Gryffindor!' Sirius laughed as he ran up the spiral staircase, eventually stopping at the second-from-top level where he knew the first year dormitory was located. 'Wait till Remus hears this!' The Slytherin paused for a moment, catching his breath, before throwing open the wooden door and barging into the circular room.

"What in the name of Mer – Black! What are you doing here? "

His grin grew at the sight of the three shocked boys, each in various states of undress, staring at him with wide eyes and open mouths.

"Lovely morning isn't it?" he asked brightly. "Don't know why you lot weren't up earlier-must be a Gryffindor thing-anyway!" the Slytherin cleared his throat and looked expectantly at the boy closest to him. "Longbottom, do you know where Remus is?"

Frank Longbottom, the boy who had spoken earlier, mutely lifted his arm and pointed at another wooden door that led to, Sirius assumed, the bathroom.

"Thank ye very much, simpleton!" Frank frowned at term that Sirius used with him rather frequently. 'Well let's face it; he isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box…'

There were muffled noises coming from behind the door, mixing with the sound of running water. Like a voice. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you," said another one of the sleep-ruffled boys.

Sirius scowled at him. "Why's that, Shacklebolt?"

"Because," the boy replied through a yawn, "he's taking a shower."

"Oh. And what's that for a reason not to go in?"

The last boy sneered. "Because you're a Slytherin." Sirius rolled his eyes. "But he's also got some sort of privacy issue or something like that." Sirius let out a breath and glanced around the messy room with obvious disdain. "He won't speak to you for a while if you do go in there. So I would just leave if I were you, back to your rightful place."

"No need to worry about that," Sirius waved his hand dismissively. "I'm Sirius Black. Nobody can resist my charm for long." At this Shacklebolt and the third boy exchanged a glance. Frank scowled at the Slytherin as he thought of something.

"How did you even get up here again?" he asked. "Professor McGonagall put a charm on the Fat Lady to stop you from coming in. I saw her doing it." Sirius grinned wickedly at him.

"Like I said before, Longbottom, nobody can resist my charm." With that he threw open the bathroom door and disappeared inside. It slammed shut behind him.


"-do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze-"

Sirius smirked and walked up to the curtain pulled across one of the shower stalls. He threw it back and beamed at his friend. "What cha singing, Rem?"


Remus snatched the scarlet fabric from Sirius' hand and yanked it shut. "What the hell is wrong with you, Sirius?" He yelled through the curtain. "You don't just sneak up on people while they're taking a shower!"

"Well honestly now," Sirius huffed, "I thought that you'd be happy to see me."

"What?"The werewolf's scarred face appeared scowling and beet red around the curtain. "Sirius, the last time that I saw you was an hour after dinner last night. That's not long enough to use as an excuse to barge into Gryffindor Tower, my dormitory, and my shower!"

Sirius huffed again in reply.

"Go wait in the Great Hall. I'll be down in ten minutes. And don't you ever do this ever again!"

The Black heir's scowl deepened. "Just a bit of fun…" he muttered as he stalked out of the room, past the other first year boys, who were laughing hysterically. "Oh shut up!"


"Merlin Sirius, what got your knickers in a twist?"

Sirius glared at James after he said those words. Peter stopped chewing his slice of toast midway to watch the unfolding scene with interest. James looked at both of them and shrugged as though implying innocence.

"Just asking," he said, snatching an apple off of the Slytherin's plate and taking a bite.

"Why are you even here?" Sirius asked in an uninterested tone, putting down his fork of eggs and shoving his plate to the center of the table. "Didn't you and Peter already eat?"

The Potter shrugged. "The other Ravenclaw's already consumed most of the food and Peter didn't want to be around that weird kid from his dorm."

"Why didn't you go sit with Lily then?"

"Because she's surrounded by all of those other girls from the Snake Nest."

The glare grew even more pronounced.

"Is it really necessary to call my house that?"


"Right. So you'd be from the Bald Brigade, then?"


The Black rolled his eyes. "Ravenclaw's symbol is a bald eagle, like the U.S.s'."


"Yeah. Haven't you ever noticed that?"

"Shut up, Black." Sirius smiled smugly and filched the apple from the other boy's grasp. "Hey!"

"It was mine to begin with anyway."

"What was yours?" Sirius whirled around in his seat to find Remus directly in front of him, school things ready in his bag, peering quizzically at his friend.

"Nothing," Sirius said quickly, getting up and grabbing the lycanthrope by the elbow. "Come on Remus; let's go somewhere private." Before the smaller boy could protest, he was dragged off. Peter and James exchanged a glance before the latter got up as well and went off in the direction of the Gryffindor table. He needed to speak with his sister.


"Sirius, why are we out here?"

"Because it's a beautiful morning."

"It's freezing, how's that beautiful?"

"Well you knew that it would be cold, why aren't you wearing a jacket? Or gloves?"

"I had planned on staying inside all day, taking full advantage of the fact that I don't have any outdoor classes on Fridays." Sirius smiled fondly at his friend and draped an arm around his shoulders.

"When you're with me, my friend," he said, using a smirk that only a Black could pull off, "expect the unexpected." Remus smiled at him and shrugged out of the boy's hold.

"I'll try to keep that in mind," he shivered slightly and turned around, heading in the opposite direction. "Come on Sirius, let's go to the greenhouses." Sirius frowned slightly, but followed suit, stuffing his numb hands into his overcoat's large pockets.

"Why?" the Slytherin asked as he caught up.

Remus answered as he opened the door. "Because it's actually warmin here and it's still outdoors. Also," he added, walking farther into the building and looking around at the numerous plants, "I just remembered that Professor Sprout asked me to pay more attention to my Floridium, it's uh, not doing as well as the rest of the classes…" Sirius grinned.

"I could help you with that."

"Sorry, different greenhouse," the werewolf replied distractedly.

"Then why are we in this one?"

"Produce. Hagrid and Professor Sprout grow the school's fruits and vegetables in here during the winter." Remus walked over to a small grouping of trees at the other end and began to search them. "My Aunt Minerva, she's our DADA professor, told me that I was allowed to take some for breakfast some time if I didn't have any otherwise. Her only rule was 'don't get caught'." He walked back to Sirius and held out an oddly large plum. "Here."

"Uh, thanks," the black haired boy said as he examined the fruit. He looked up to see Remus already halfway back to the trees, and scurried after. "Hey, Rem!" Remus paused to wait for him.


"D'you believe what Arkness and Inkel said?" They had reached the trees, and as Remus settled himself down at the base of one, between the roots, Sirius decided to climb up it, always enjoying the light feeling that it gave him. "You know, about me being a nancy and all?" Remus leaned back against the trunk and chewed on his plum thoughtfully.

"Well," he began after a couple of minutes, "the only thing that I can say to you is ask yourself why they called you that in the first place. I don't know you well enough or talk with you often enough to answer you truthfully or with any concrete knowledge." A small silence enveloped the two again.

"Well that sucks," Sirius said lightly after some time, to which Remus gave a small chuckle. "Are you sure that you don't know anything that could help?" Remus chewed his bottom lip nervously.

"Uh, there is one thing that you could do if you don't know your sexual orientation," he replied. "Fabian did it before and told me about it when I was seven…he… explained some things."

"What is it?" asked Sirius eagerly, looking down at his tawny haired friend.

"Um…you snog a bloke and see how much you like it…"

There was complete silence. Remus' face turned beet red for the second time that morning. The next thing he knew, Sirius was laughing. Hysterically. The werewolf also realized fleetingly that if the Slytherin didn't stop soon, he was going to fall right off of the branch that he was perched on. He did, and landed on Remus.

"OUCH," the black haired boy looked down at his struggling friend. "Oops."

"Oops is right," the Gryffindor muttered as he shoved Sirius off of himself. "Go find some poor soul to dump yourself upon."

"Well…I already have."

"Wai – wha?" Remus' eyes widened. "Oh nonononono, NO. There is no way in HELL that I am going to let you do that." Sirius just smirked and scooted closer. Remus scooted farther back. Sirius leaned forward, leering. Remus leaned backwards, worrying. Then Remus did something that Sirius didn't expect. The tawny boy was glaring at the ground, muttering "damn you, Black" one second, and the next he was grabbing his friend at the shoulders and yanking him forward.

Sirius' surprised face was just mere centimeters from Remus' now sneering one. "You owe me for this," the werewolf ground out. In the split second before Remus sealed the deal, Sirius noticed that his eyes had morphed from their usual amber and gold to a bright yellow.

For a heartbeat there was pressure on his lips, and then it was gone. Sirius wasn't even sure it ever happened. With a hand on his lips and a deep frown settling on his brows, the boy looked around for his friend. The look deepened when no trace of the werewolf presented itself. Sirius huffed in a very spoiled-brat manner as he stood up, looking around one last time. The boy left, fuming.

Up in the peach tree, Remus let out a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding.

-James Potter—

"Nelle, I need to speak with you about something."

Perenelle turned around in her seat and examined her little brother. James' expression said enough. The witch sighed and excused herself; she led James into one of the abandoned classrooms across the Entrance Hall.

'Classroom four,' the boy noticed as he walked through the doorway.

"What's it this time, Jim?" Perenelle asked as she sat down on the floor, patting the space beside her. James joined his sister, re-adjusting his glasses.

"Well, it's about Sirius and Remus," the boy began. "I think that that prophecy you made is coming true." The teenager sighed again and positioned herself so that she was on her back.

"Look, James. That wasn't a prophecy, it was a prediction – it won't go to the Department of Mysteries or anything – it was simply a fortune telling of two of your classmates."

"Two of my friends, thank you very much."

Perenelle smiled slightly.

"And besides," James continued sourly, "it's not like you care about them."

"Care about them!" Perenelle echoed. Her face contorted into a frown. "Of course I care about them, Remus is the little brother and cousin of four of my closest friends!"

"What about Sirius then? What about the Black, the Slytherin?" James got up and stood scowling down at his sisters' upside-down face. "Don't you remember what you told me before we got on the train? 'They're not all bad.'You told me to keep on being friendly with the people that I met on the train, no matter what house they were put into. I'm betting that you saw something that had to do with me and my friends in the future, you knew that Sirius was going to be Sorted into Slytherin and me into Ravenclaw and you told Mum and Dad! That's why Dad said that I should pay attention to it and not forget what you said."

Perenelle just stared back up at him with hazy white eyes. "You really do belong in Ravenclaw you know," she said softly. James growled in frustration and turned on his heel, cloak billowing behind him as he fled the classroom.

'Bloody stupid Seer!'


AN: okay that was chapter eight, now you know the thing with Perenelle and you can probably guess what's going on with the other Marauders. Speaking of which, some more important stuff will be in the upcoming chapters like the naming of the group and a big thing involving the six original first years. I was wondering if anybody could help me with the prank ideas, I'm having trouble thinking up ones that haven't been used yet. It'll probably take a bit for the next chapter to be put up. -JtW