In his second year in uni, Harry finds his roommate to be his arch enemy. As the year progresses, Harry becomes very aware of how his dorm mate makes him feel, and must find a way to tell his friends.

What happens if Harry can see traces of magic and realises that Sirius is an animagus. What happens when Harry recognises Sirius from an early memory. What happens when Sirius finds his godson running away from home, covered in bruises. What happens when it's revealed that Sirius didn't get a trial and that he's Harry's legal guardian. What happens when both Harry and Ginny need someone to talk to about the events of their past.

"But sometimes it takes heartbreak for someone to realize how good they had it..." (STORY ON HOLD) WARNING: language, mentions of abuse, violence, drug and alcohol use, depression, 18+ Marauders era fanfic starting in their 5th year from Sirius' POV. Credits to JK for the characters and setting but I don't support her otherwise. This story includes key events mentioned in the book but also some that I have added. Enjoy the ride folks cause it's gonna be a long one.

The Marauders are starting their fifth year at Hogwarts; Remus is starting with a massive scar across his face - a byproduct of the increasing severity of his furry little problem, which is a definite cause for concern despite his insistence that it it's fine. Sirius is starting with the memories of a certain morning at 12 Grimmauld Place in August: memories that he might not ever forget, yet is desperate to cloak underneath the facade that every is fine at home and that he and his parents just sometimes encounter minor disagreements. James is starting his fifth year, yes, but more importantly, he is starting phase five of his plan to woo Lily Evans: somehow his friends seem doubtful that he might succeed, but James, being James, is in no lack of confidence. And Peter, well, Peter is starting to wonder just why he puts up with these people, and if he should really be feeling sorry for Lily Evans, and maybe if he should have asked to have been sorted into Hufflepuff.

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"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."