"Siri wake up!"

Sirius opened his eyes slowly to see his brother's cherubic smile rain down on him from his bedside. Soft grey eyes met his own.

"C'mon Siri or we'll miss the Hogwarts express." he pleaded.

By now he was tugging at Sirius's arm practically dragging his off the bed. After a few violent tugs and half a million groans from Sirius he finally acquiesced.

"Alright Reg I'm up I'm up!"

He shoved off the covers and ran to the bathroom, before making his way to to the kitchen with and excited Regulus skipping at his side/

"Morning Kreacher!" said Regulus politely.

A small wrinkled creature, who had been working in the kitchen, turned towards them. He had a long hooked nose and large pointed ears. His beady eyes regarded them with due reverance. Kreacher bowed.

"Young Master Black." he didn't even glance at Sirius, let alone speak to him. Which was alright by him. He hated that wrinkly, grovelling git. Even before the house elf had decided that Sirius was the most abominable little boy he had ever served.

Sirius looked out of the window. It was still dark.

"Reg!" He cried dismayed. "The sun hasn't even risen! Here you were telling me we're about to miss the express."

The young boy smiled a jittery nervous sort of smile, that brimmed with excitement. Sirius remembered his first day. He'd been just as restless. But now the thought of seeing his friends again made him just as restless and he find he couldn't go back to sleep. No. He was far to excited for sleep. So he and Regulus sat on the mahogany table waiting for their parents and the smell of breakfast to waft through the air.

His parents had tried to be nice to him this summer. And he expected that Regulus had somehow compromised with them. Though when he pressed him for answer the young boy didn't tell him. They had hit him still, but not as much, but it was the normal ammount. They allowed him to write to their friends. To spend his days researching.

His holidays had been spent buried in books about lycanthropy. He hadn't even known what that word had meant until Peter wrote them a desperate letter at the beginning of the summer break. From there they wrote to each other and read countless books and everything was starting to click into place.

So it happens the lone wolf can prove to the most invaluable member when it joins a pack.

Remus Geoffrey Lupin was a werewolf and he still hadn't told Sirius his middle name.

Of course Peter and James were a little hurt that Remus hadn't trusted them enough. But Sirius was glad. The intelligent quick witted boy who more than often made Sirius laugh at his sharp (and rather foul) tongue at least wasn't going through Sirius himself had to endure.

Walburga and Orion finally made their way downstairs. Dressed postively Victorian: ruffled sleeves, dark fabric, whalebone corsets. Walbruga profferred her hand to her sons, who kissed it. Sirius didn't miss her jaw clench when they made contact.

They finally sat down and pleasantries were exchanged as Orion opened the Daily Prophet.

Walburga gave Regulus an indulgent smile.

"Well let's hope that you'll follow in the foot-steps of our ancestors and do our family honour." She said she gave Sirius a pointed look.

Sirius smiled at her sweetly and knocked over the table salt, shattering the glass. Walburga's cold blue eyes glowered at him but said nothing more. Sirius knew she was trying her best to keep her temper.

As soon as they finished breakfast Regulus and Sirius went upstairs to pack the last of their clothes.

As they closed the door to Sirius's room Regulus turned to him and whispered barely audible:

"Don't tell mum and dad." He said. "But...I hope I get into Gryffindor."

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"Pete!" Came James's cry from across teh platform. He trudged through the crowd to greet his friend.

"Where are Remus and Sirius?" Asked teh young boy.

"Dunno haven't seen them yet."

"Should we go get ourselves a spot?"

"Sure!"

With that they waved their parents goodbye and rushed into the train. As they walked to an empty carraige a young girl walked past them. Her lightbrown hair and freckles gave away to who she was. Ophelia Aarons, the girl who Peter fancied, and it seemed still does.

"You look like you're going to pass out." Remarked James as he watched Peter gaze at Ophelia.

Peter barely registered a word that he said. James sighed and dragged his by the collar to an empy carraige.

No sooner had the gotten in that Remus walked through the door.

"Bloody hell Remus you've gotten taller."

"Uh thanks James." He murmured tugging the end of his sweater.

James looked over at Peter. Should they talk to Remus about it now? Pater shook his head barely perceptible.

"Remus Aurelius Lupin! Is that you?" It was Sirius's voice.

"Not even close..." sighed Remus as Sirius appeared with Regulus.

Sirius seemingly ignored him and turned to hsi other friends.

"Pete my man!"

Then he turned to James and grinned smugly.

"Git!"

"Worm!" James shot back with smile. Then he noticed Regulus.

"Hey Reg! You excited for your first day?" Asked James.

"He woke me up like at the crack of dawn."

Regulus smiled up at his brother.

"A true born Marauder!" Exclaimed James giving Regulus a big hug. Once he let go and the train had started moving James pushed up his glasses and started talking business.

"Alright I have a new mission for us." Said James. "Operation Mrs. Pettigrew."

"Is Peter's mum sick?" Asked Regulus horrified.

"Nah, he fancies someone."

"You never told us!" Cried Sirius and hand over his heart. "I thought we were friends."

"Who is she?" Asked Remus.

"Ophelia Aarons." Said James proudly as Peter blushed.

"I approve." said Sirius. "Only the best for our Pete!"

"Who's Ophelia?" Asked Regulus.

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