So this was originally posted to my old account under the title, The Beginning but since i hadn't updated in over a year I decided to resume it on this account. This story will follow the Marauders through their first year of school up until the end. it may go a little further if I still have steam but we'll see. I've got a huge chunk written and will update weekly, probably more than once a week. I will try to stay as cannon as possible also, so expect no major deviations from the books or any wild headcanons! Anyway, please enjoy this!

From an early age Sirius found that he could not agree with his mother. She was loud and nothing she said ever really made sense. When his father told him that he was better than others because he was a Black, he had wanted to know why and to answer he had been given a long and boring explanation on family history and blood purity and more things that he did not care about, which made him promptly stop listening. His parents said time and again that muggles were weak and mugglebourns were inferior, he had wanted to know why but their explanations had not been satisfying.

When he was very little and the family had been out, Sirius saw several muggle children playing in a park, his father said aloud that they were pathetic people and it was shameful the way they let their children run wild. Sirius had disagreed. He had thought that the children were having fun. He wished he could have joined them.

When he was a little older, Sirius had gotten out and found a group of muggle boys playing in the street. He had asked to join them and as soon as he did, he found himself making friends. He liked the game and he liked the boys and he could not see how he was any better than they were. Indeed, they knew the rules to the game they were playing and he did not.

They had been most of the way through the game when he had been caught. His mother had seen him and come running and it was the look on his face that told him he was in trouble. He hadn't thought of how his parents would react if he was caught. He had hoped that he wouldn't find out. She had grabbed him by his arm and hauled him off. Her fingers had held him in an iron grasp and her knuckles had turned white.

He had been dragged back to the house and cornered by both parents in the library. His father had been livid and his mother breathing fire. He might have cowered, any other child might have but he didn't, he never knew how to back down. He stood his ground and when his parents asked him what he had been thinking and how he could have been so thoughtless he said right back that he hadn't done anything wrong. He said that it had been fun. His mother had screamed. She was good at that.

When he got older still, he continued to drift from his parents' thinking and when he saw that his brother drank it in, he loathed it. He hated how his brother followed whatever his parents said. Most of the time he thought his brother was a brown nosing little tody but sometimes he really wished his brother was like him. He wished he had someone on his side when a family argument occurred and he was the one everyone was yelling at. By the time he was ten he couldn't wait for school.

A little before he was to start school, Sirius had sneaked out and was walking, getting out of the dreary house and into the sun made him happy. He had stopped on the street to listen. Up ahead he could see some older, muggle boys. They were siting on the curb with a radio listening to music. He admired them. They had long hair and blue jeans and he liked their music. One of them noticed him and elbowed his friend. They waved and he waved back. He wasn't shy. One of them motioned him forward and he came.

"What's up little man?" The boy asked.

Sirius tried to compose himself. He wanted to look cool and but at ten, it was rather hard to do so. He grinned. "Nothin'. I was just listening to your music."

The group laughed. "You like the Stones, do you?" One of them asked.

Sirius shrugged. "Sure." He wasn't exactly sure who the 'stones' were but he didn't want them to know that.

"Haha the kid's got style!" Another laughed. "And good taste in music."

"Sit down love; if you like the music, that is." A girl said.

He sat down next to her and listened to them talk. He would have liked to be like them. He thought he might grow his hair long. He wondered how big of a fit his mother would throw. For that matter, he wondered what his father wold do.

He felt cool sitting with them and weather they were humoring him or not he liked it. One of them was telling a story about a concert he had been to and he listened carefully. It sounded like fun.

Around sunset he drifted off back home. His head was swimming with things he'd learned from the older boys. He had never met anyone like them before. They were cool and he wanted to be like them. His mother screeched about him coming home late and asked him where he'd been but he just shrugged her off, he was in too good of a mood.

When it came time for school, he was happy to leave. He had waited for his chance to escape the house for years and the night before he was to leave for school he was so excited he barely slept. He would be going to Hogwarts and learning magic and he would use his new wand and best of all no one would yell or scream at him. He would be on his own. He liked that. When he finally did drift off to sleep he drempt of the castle and of magic yet undone.

So this was the first chapter but I think the second is much better. Sirius meets James and the others in the next chapter!

Thanks for reading!