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I'm a Black. A pureblood, from an ancient wizarding family. Materially, I have everything I could ever want.
And I hate it. I hate my family, with their pureblood notions, that Muggles and Muggle-borns are "unclean"; as if somehow the Muggle's inability to do magic could rub off on them if they associated with, were seen with, or Merlin forbid, touched one of them.
I hate my mother, that filthy hag; continuing on the traditions of the "Noble House of Black". The name fits, really. Black hearts, black minds, they're all the same, at least since Andromeda left. She was the only one who made it bearable, at least when I saw her. She's a Gryffindor as well. That's the two of us, disgraces to the family, to the "Noble House of Black". Noble my arse. They could go jump off a bridge and save the world the anguish.
Then there's my father, about as talkative as the wallpaper; he doesn't warrant much thought. And then there's Regulus, my younger brother. He wasn't that bad when we were younger, but now, he's Mother's little darling, the perfect son. He's in Slytherin of course, nothing less could be expected. And he's the perfect little Slytherin, the Head of House's pet, a little angel in class., living up to Mother's expectations as I never could.
And I can't forget my cousins. First there's Bellatrix, one of the most sadistic witches I know, besides Mother of course. And entirely devoted to the pureblood cause. She's just out of Hogwarts, all set to marry Rodolphus Lestrange. And to join that new fanatic that's come to power, calls himself "Lord Voldemort". Are we ever going to be rid of people like that? Probably when we kill all the purebloods.
And there's Narcissa as well. She's the pride of the Black family. A perfect figure, wonderful blond hair, deep blue eyes. Beautiful. Not in my opinion. And unfortunately in the year below mine at Hogwarts, in Slytherin as expected. And I suppose she already has plans to marry Malfoy. They deserve each other. He's a cold, arrogant, wanker, the perfect match for her.
But then there's Andi, Andromeda, the complete opposite of the rest of our family. We're the only Gryffindors in the family, some of the few disappointments. If they think she's a disappointment now, wait until they hear about that Muggle-born she's engaged to, Ted Tonks. I expect she'll be blown off the tapestry, I will be too someday. It's only a matter of time before Mother throws another fit and blasts me off the family tree.
Hogwarts is my only solace. Away from my family, with my friends James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. The Marauders. Some of the best pranksters Hogwarts has ever seen. And of course the best pranks are thought up by none other than me. It couldn't be any other way. Last year we perfected the Animagus transformation. I'm a black dog, James is a stag, and Peter's a rat. And what about Remus? As a werewolf, he doesn't have an Animagus form. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, or the Marauders as we're known to Hogwarts. During the full moon, we run wild together in the Forbidden Forest.
Peter's always quick to please, in the beginning staying near Remus, James, and me as if we were his defense against the world. I guess we were, taking revenge on Snape and the rest of the filthy Slytherins for him. He's not extremely talented at magic like we are, but he manages to scrape by with our help. He needs a lot of help in school, and life in general. He's not up to our popularity standards, but he is very loyal to us. He's a coward though, and never stands up for his friends, even though we always stand up for him. Not that his attempt would help much, and it's not like we would ever need it, but it'd let us know he cares enough to risk a little for us
Moony is the quiet one. Ever the perfectionist, everything he does is immaculate, even his notes! In the beginning he seemed unused to having friends, even surprised. It seemed like he'd never had friends before. We found out about his lycanthropy second year, and when we confronted him about it, he thought we were going to tell everyone; thought we wouldn't want to be friends with him anymore. How could we do that and forget all about him?
James and I have always had a special bond. Of the four of us, we're the closest. His family treated me like a second son, and I mean all of his family. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, everyone. He told me in first year I'd be his best man when he married Lily. Of course, he's still waiting for her to stop calling him a big-headed prat. But seriously, he is practically a brother to me. Great minds think alike I guess.
James. Merlin, he's so lucky. Thatís it! I'll go to his place! His parents wouldn't care, they'd love it. Finally, I can get away from this place.
AN: This is just a little plot bunny that attacked me while I was sitting in Spanish, paying absolutely NO attention to what I was supposed to be doing. Hope you liked it, please review!