I wrote this fic because I always thought it was rather unfair that Sirius Black, one of the best characters in the entire HP series,did not have a single love in his entire life (beside meaningless flings while at Hogwarts), at least not that we know of. This is that untold story.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING CREATED BY J.K. ROWLING. I DO OWN SABRINA GODFREY AND KATIE FLEMING. On that note, if I've made any other OCs in here, since I can't remember them I clearly don't care that much if you use them...thought it'd be nice, of course, if you tell me or something, just so I can go read about them...

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“OY! PRONGS!”

Sirius Black grinned as several younger students near the front of the Great Hall turned toward the sound in shock, revealing themselves as first-years, those unfortunate souls who did not yet know of the Marauders. The amazingly handsome, intelligent, and loud Marauders. Smirking, Sirius ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the effect it had on some of the female first-years, and sauntered toward the Gryffindor table, where a hand had shot up and was waving frantically.

He slid in beside James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Remus greeted him with a smile, while James seemed occupied by something, not even lowering his hand until Sirius grabbed his elbow and forced his arm down. Sirius followed James’s gaze until his own fell on Peter. The fourth Marauder was determinedly stabbing away at his strawberries with a fork, but they seemed to be eluding its tines. Sirius glanced at James, who shrugged almost imperceptibly, eyes dancing.

Sighing exaggeratedly at the immaturity of certain people—James poked him hard in the arm at this—Sirius turned to Remus, planting both elbows on the table and leaning forward. “Soooo…who forgot about our table this year?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You won’t believe this. Fourth-years.” Every year, some unfortunate group of students sat, knowingly or not, at the part of the table self-reserved by the Marauders. A very unfortunate group of students. With the exception of first-years, who were not yet considered “real” students by the four—they were seen more along the lines of minions, clumsy but useful—anyone caught at the Marauders’ table was in for an interesting morning. And fourth-years! Sirius shook his head pityingly and got to his feet with an air of great reluctance. “Well,” he said, sighing heavily but with an evil grin hovering around his mouth, “time to go show the poor children the error of their ways.”

Remus, ever the cautious one, said, “Padfoot...”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Coming or not, Moony?”

James, who had been strangely silent during this exchange, sprang to his feet before Remus could reply. His face was lit like a beacon. “Lily!”

Remus grinned. Sirius looked over at their occupied table, then at his best friend, and relented. James hadn’t seen Evans for an entire summer, after all, and, though he would never admit it, he counted on Padfoot and the others for moral support.

For a moment, he looked like he might really need it. Sirius couldn’t see Lily yet, but there was a dazzled expression in his best friend’s hazel eyes that he hadn’t seen before.

Lily Evans came into view, dragging someone behind her, and Sirius understood James’s expression. She had truly grown beautiful over the summer. Of course, to James she had been the loveliest thing on Earth since she was a freckled little first-year with braids and a gap between her teeth...Sirius grinned at the memory. Lily was now quite stunning with her green eyes and flowing dark-red hair; she had matured greatly, it appeared, or at least her features had. Sirius watched in great amusement as James looked momentarily at a loss for words—since when had that ever happened?—and simply stared. Sirius clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Go for it, mate.”

James snapped out of his semi-trance. Ruffling his hair, he walked up to Lily, closely followed by Sirius. Remus and Peter turned to watch the exchange, the latter having given up on his enchanted strawberries. Lily looked quite intent on getting to the table, where her favorite breakfast food, pancakes with fruit, was being served. Her hair wasn’t even fixed, to Sirius’s surprise; after all, she was Head Girl, and it was the first day of term. He noticed the hair implements sticking out of her bag and one corner of his mouth went up.

James stopped in front of her, blocking her way. She ignored him and tried to move past, but he was standing in just the right spot and her book bag wouldn’t allow her to edge by. The girl behind her—Sirius didn’t think he’d seen her before—looked rather amused at the proceedings while simultaneously unsure of herself. He allowed himself half a second to study her—dark brown-auburn hair, features that were more striking than beautiful—before turning back to the exchange in front of him.

James cleared his throat, not his normal confident self. “Lily,” he said, trying to appear as mature as possible. “How did your summer go?”

“Save it, Potter,” Lily snapped, green eyes sparking with annoyance.

James looked hurt for a moment, but tried again. “Really, did you go see that new—”

“Like you care. Move, will you?” Lily was not in a good mood. Recognizing the danger signs, James backed off, protesting, “What? All I did was ask you a question!”

Sirius popped his head around James, who was looking very dejected. “Now, now, Evans. Be nice to the Head Boy. He might dock points.” He grinned.

“Black, I swear—”

“And who’s this?” Completely ignoring a very annoyed Lily, he smiled at the girl behind her while simultaneously ushering a loudly protesting James back to his seat.

The stranger had been watching James and Lily and was now sending the former a sympathetic glance; startled at Sirius’s question, her eyes flickered upward to rest on his face. “Sorry, what did you say?”

For a second, Sirius stopped dead. He didn’t notice that Lily had managed to move past him and sat glowering at a terrified Peter. Neither did he see that James inched away from her, not wishing to incur her wrath—which in the early morning could be terrible indeed—or that Remus was staring at him oddly. He was trying to convince his speech centers in his brain to work. The girl’s eyes were incredible; gray-green with nearly charcoal rims and little flecks of gold, they seemed to gaze straight through him with the intelligence of a far older person.

“Wha—oh, just basic introductions,” he managed, unconsciously running a hand through his hair.

“Oh...I’m Sabrina, Sabrina Godfrey. I’m sorry, I think I missed your name.” She extended her hand.

“Bond. James Bond.” He took her hand and shook it in a James-Bond-ish manner, smirking.

One eyebrow went up, and to Sirius’s delight, Sabrina...Godfrey? laughed and said, “Name and rank, soldier.” He opened his mouth to respond, when—

“Sirius!”

The Marauder in question turned to see his girlfriend coming down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. He smiled at her and she slipped her hand into his. “Morning,” he said.

“Morning.” The petite, fair-haired girl turned to the newcomer. “What’s your name? I’m Katie Fleming.”

Sabrina smiled and extended her hand for the second time. Katie glanced at it; the other’s smile faltered a bit and she withdrew her hand. “I’m Sabrina Godfrey.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Are you...sixth-year?”

“Seventh-year. I’m in Gryffindor.” Sirius watched her expression; her smile looked genuine, but her eyes seemed to be gauging the girl in front of her, just as they had done to him moments before. He wondered why he hadn’t seen her last night in the Gryffindor common room, but his question was answered as she added, “I arrived just this morning.”

“Oh, sorry. I can’t tell ages well.” Katie smiled, then quickly looked up at Sirius, whose shoulder was level with the top of her head. “What happened to your table? I was looking for you all!” She glanced again at Sabrina, who smiled somewhat awkwardly and said, “Nice to meet both of you.” The newcomer turned and went to sit beside Lily, who to the disgust of James was now chatting animatedly with Remus. Lily turned to her and spoke; Sabrina laughed and, making a face, said something that made Remus nearly choke on his pumpkin juice. Sirius couldn’t hear what was being said, and was trying to read Remus’s expression when there was a not-so-subtle tug on his elbow. He turned to see Katie looking annoyed, a bad sign. “Sorry, did you say something? It’s really loud in here, you know.”

Light brown eyes looked at him suspiciously. “I said, for the third time, what happened to your table?”

“Fourth-years. James had a good idea, though, we’ll use it tomorrow. Breakfast is almost over, there’s no point to do it now.”

“Well, come and sit down, it looks good.” Katie gently pushed him toward his customary spot beside James, and sat down on his right.

Peter was stabbing at his strawberries again. Sirius sighed, exasperated. “Prongs, just let Wormtail eat already.”

James looked highly indignant. “Me?”

“Yes, you. That sound’s driving me mad.”

James grinned. “Anything for you, my dear Padfoot.” He took out his wand and aimed it at Peter’s plate. “Finite Incantatem.” The strawberries immediately stopped moving, and Peter speared one with glee. Remus laughed as he began to cram them into his mouth as quickly as possible.

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Next chapter: Potions class. Muhahahaha. And a special guest...

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Ivy