Hogwarts for the Marauders

Chapter 3 The noble family of the Blacks

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Wow, that's a new one. Where did you learn that?" The black haired boy asked.

"I heard it the recent meeting. Though I don't know what it does." Replied the younger of the duo.

"Well, we will find out in the next meeting. What if it does something really nifty? Like blow up someone's head?"

"Ha ha. Very funny, Sirius. But i don't think its just an ordinary spell." Regulus said.

"Do you remember that weird guy, who comes in every meeting with the cloak on, covering his face?" Regulus asked his brother.

"Yeah, of course I do. He's the head."

"Well, he used this spell on someone. I heard it through the door."

"Then, it must be something nasty I am sur-"

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK!!! GET YOUR SPOILED HEAD DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT OR YOU WILL GET A GOOD DOSE OF THE CRUCIATUS CURSE!!!"
A sharp shriek filled the boys' room.

"Uh-huh. What did you do Sirius?" Regulus asked his brother, an almost pleading look taking over his raven black eyes.

Sirius, however, ran downstairs, pushing aside the helpless houseelf on the stairs, afraid of what might get him into trouble this time.

"Yes, mother!" He came to a halt in front of his mother, Walburga Black, who devilish eyes, searched Sirius up and down.

Suddenly conscious of his appearance, Sirius pulled down his dress robes into perfection and patted his head.

"Tell me, Sirius. Why were you out of the house, this morning?" Mrs. Black asked in a fake voice.

"I went to the park outside, mother."

"IT'S MA'AM FOR YOU!" Walburga barked, causing the house to rumble slightly.

"I went to the park, ma'am." The scared Sirius answered.

"And how many times, have I told you not to go to that filthy Muggle place? What if anyone from the meeting saw you there?"

"I am sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again." Replied the young boy quickly, not wanting to reveal the actual truth.

In the morning when the boys were ordered to go get their dress robes on, for their house was going to be swarming with members of the 'secret' organisation, Sirius saw through the window in his room, a young kid of his age, riding a beautiful bicycle. Ever since he was a kid, Sirius wanted nothing but a bike. But whenever he asked for one, he was instead told to go learn waltz or given a new set of pocket watch. He never got his most desired birthday present ever. No music CDs, no leather jackets, no posters. All he got were presents that you gave a 17 year old. But he was okay with it.

Untill today. When he saw the kid with the bike, he couldn't hold himself inside anymore. He quickly put on the robes, and ran outside. There, under the shade of the tree, he made a new friend, which probably he would never see again, and rode a bike for the first time in his life.

He fell a lot of times, but the boy helped him up and taught him again how to balance. After an hour Sirius came back inside the Grimauld place, and discreetly crept back into his room, while the elders were in the meeting. He experienced the most happy memory of his life this morning, and he did not want his mother to ruin that for him.

"Now,  I want to see you in the library. We will talk about school."

"Yes ma'am."

Sirius gloomily climbed the stairs and settled himself in the armchair which was the farthest from where his mother sat and prepared himself for the jet of questions which were going to come his way.