Saweet! I got the new story out. Although technically a sequel, you don't really have to read Beginnings of a Hogwarts Legend to understand this. It takes place during the sixth year of the Marauders at Hogwarts, and we all know how I make Sirius's home life. Woohoo!

Warning: This story has worse language than my other ones to date. I decided to make the way the boys talked a little more real, so I've been listening to the way all my guy friends talk. And considering the fact that their the most vulgar boys in the school…yeaaaaahhh… If the language bothers you, sorry. In some parts it will lack, but others, whoa boy!

Ice Slytherin Princess: Well, I try not to ruin his looks, so don't worry about that. The sixth year is the last for this story line. All those other questions will be answered in later chapters.

LilSmartass yeah, I'm sorry about forgetting him, but I'm trying to include the rat in this story. He'll still be pretty much left out. This story is mostly about James and Sirius, Sirius mostly. God, do I ever write a Harry Potter story that isn't about him? Ha, no! Oh, no prob asking me to read that. Any time, mon ami!

Sir: wow, one sitting. Glad you liked. If you're reading this, then you got the email. But even if you didn't, your still reading, so yay!

Celebrean Oh, sugar, I know just how you feel. My parents do the exact same thing, except about med school. My dad does happen to have my life completely planned out, including the part where I have so much money I just give him some. Ha, yeah right. But I know exactly what you mean. I was taking this terrible college eco class, and on one test the whole class bombed, despite the fact that we studied forever. Serious lecture going on there. And I have this Calculus teacher who I really can't learn from. I had her for honors pre-cal last year and had to drop cause I was almost failing (I've never failed anything before. I was emotionally wrecked that whole semester. And in the reg. I did happen to have a straight 98, thankyouverymuchmomanddad) anyways…I did every review for the exam (there were like 5) I studied all weekend, went to tutoring with the teacher for two hours after school, and studied five hours the night before the test. How did I do, you ask. Flop! Yelling! Lectures! GAH! Well, I guess the only advice I could offer, even though I don't do this, is to just nod and take whatever they say and think the whole time "College is just around the corner…just (whatever number) more years (or is it months :D ) left" That's my comfort zone, knowing that I'm almost outta here. But anyways, I hope it all gets better, and hopefully this story will brighten your day!

Brenngt14: It's all for you that this sequel comes! You always review! Hugs and kisses for you, darling!

Everyone else: thanks so much for the reviews on the last story. They really do make me write more, even if I do take a million years to actually post.

And now ladies and gentlemen: a flock of seagulls…………………………ok here's the story.

Chapter 1

A ray of sunlight penetrated through the black curtains and fell on the face of Sirius Black. The teenager's face scrunched up, and he slowly opened his eyes. The dark orbs stared off at nothing for sometime before Sirius finally decided to get up. With great effort, Sirius pulled himself off of the hard wood floor. Last night had been rough.

Sirius dragged himself over to the wall and leaned against it breathing heavily. He grabbed hold of his left wrist and slowly rotated it, wincing at the dull pain. His mother had broken it years ago, but since it had never healed properly, even by non-magical standards, it still acted up from time to time. Sirius slowly began to move his limbs about and run his hands over his body to find all the bruises and check for broken bones.

He found nothing broken, but there were numerous cuts and bruises. Since there was nothing he could do about them, Sirius pulled himself off of the floor and made his way over to his chest of drawers. After slipping off his old clothes, he changed into a fresh white blouse and black pants. After finding his usual black boots, Sirius exited his room.

He carefully made his way through the manor. It would be best to avoid his parents if at all possible today. After last night they were sure to still be furious with him. Sirius rolled his eyes at the memory. All he had done was to roll his eyes at one of his mother's rants last night. He could have done much worse. He could have expressed his opinions, as he had done before. His parents did not appreciate either, but Sirius was still surprised at the severity of his beating for so small an offence. He really had not been all that rebellious this summer.

Sirius stuck his head into the kitchen and glanced to either side. There were no humans inside today, just a few of the house elves. Sirius walked over to the pantry and began to search for something to eat. He was starving, especially considering that his supper had been cut short.

A tug at his sleeve cause the young man to look down. One of the elves was staring up at him with its large golden eyes. Sirius stared down at it, blinking a few times. "What," he asked irritatedly.

"Moopy is sorry, young Master," the elf squeaked, "but Mistress said specifically that young Master is to have no food this day."

Sirius raised a brow but offered the elf a smile. He leaned down on his knees and said in a voice as if he were talking to a child, "Well, guess what, Moopy? Mistress can just take her commands and stick them up her ass." Sirius grabbed two muffins and slammed the pantry door shut before stalking away and leaving the elf to stare after him in shock.

At the doorway, Sirius bumped into Regulus. The younger boy stared up at his big brother with a disapproving frown. "What do you want, twerp," Sirius said after swallowing.

Regulus's frown deepened. "Mother's going to be mad that you're eating, Brother."

"Well," Sirius snapped, "Mother can get over it. She can't keep me from eating." The elder brother stepped around the younger and began his trek up to his room.

Regulus called after him, "She can hit you again, you know."

Sirius turned around, his dark eyes blazing. "When has that ever stopped me before? Besides, when I get fed up with her, I'll just go to James's."

"You shouldn't be around that nasty blood traitor," Regulus lectured. "You're giving the family a bad name."

"And the family gives me a bad name," Sirius retorted. "This conversation is over, Regulus." Regulus snorted at his brother's retreating form. The young boy knew the conversation was never over, just postponed. Bellatrix was coming over tonight. She was sure to restart it again.

Hours later, Sirius was sitting in his room with his WiziPlayer blaring in his ears. The candle by his door flashed pink. Narcissa was out there. Great, Sirius thought. If she was here, than so was Bella, and he would be expected to be downstairs. Sirius quickly unrolled his sleeves to cover his bruises. Nobody knew. No one was ever going to know.

The knob of the door turned, and Narcissa stuck her head in. "Hello, Cousin," she said. Sirius offered her only a slight nod. He was in no mood to deal with any family members right now, not even 'Cissa. "Your mother wishes for you to join us downstairs," she said softly, sensing his irritation.

"Of course she does," Sirius snapped sarcastically. "She'd love to have someone to ridicule for a bit."

"Sirius," Narcissa said stepping into the room, "you must not think like that. Your mother—"

"Hates me," Sirius interrupted. "She wishes that I had never been born, that Regulus was the oldest so that he could be the heir. Don't even try to pretend that's not true, Narcissa. It's common knowledge among all the Old Families."

Narcissa walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, right over a fresh bruise. Sirius hid his wince. "Cousin," she said. Sirius snorted and stood.

He walked over to the door and out saying, "Let's get this crap over with." Narcissa remained motionless for a few seconds staring sadly after her cousin. Why was her family reduced to this?

When Narcissa entered the parlor, she found that her older sister had already begun to pace around their cousin. Bellatrix stopped in front of him, balancing her baby boy on her hip. Rudolphus stood behind her ready to back up any insults she was preparing to throw at the younger boy. "Aunt, I do pity you," she scoffed. "The things you must put up with. You truly are a passionate woman." Sirius didn't bother to hide his snort of laughter.

"Boy," Mr. Black snarled dangerously.

Bella held out her hand and said, "Dear Uncle, please do not rile yourself up. Allow me to speak to him." Well, Bella always got what she wanted. Mr. Black nodded his head, eager to watch Sirius be ridiculed for a change. "Sirius," Bella said loftily, "are the things I hear true? That you still insist on those horrid Gryffindor beliefs, and still befriend blood traitors. You are becoming one yourself."

Sirius openly rolled his eyes and said, "You know, Bella, could it be that you are the ones who are wrong and they are the ones who are right?"

"Preposterous," Rudolphus said. "The great Salazar Slytherin proclaimed many times about the foulness of mixed blood."

Sirius turned his fiery eyes to the man and snapped, "And just as many times the other three founders spoke out against him!"

"The opinions of the other founders have no meaning in this house," Mrs. Black said. "The ancient and most noble house of Black has been Slytherin since the beginnings of that school."

"Until Sirius came along," Bella reminded them. "Sirius, the white sheep." The others laughed at her joke. Sirius frowned as she continued, "Dear cousin, it really is time that you grow up and abandon the silly words of your fool of a headmaster. Have you heard the teachings of the Great Voldemort?"

"Voldemort," Sirius scoffed, "what sort of stupid name is that?"

"Hush, boy," Mr. Black snapped. "Continue, Bella. Who is this Voldemort?"

Bella beamed. Sirius had never seen her so happy. "Oh, Uncle, he is a man after Salazar's own heart. He is much in favor of purifying our world. It is his dream to rid us of the blood traitors, half breeds, and mudbloods."

Sirius's blood began to boil.

"He was Head Boy and of Slytherin House in his day," Bella continued. "He is very powerful. I do not think there is anyone who could stand up to him."

"Dumbledore could," Sirius said immediately. The others turned to glare at him. "Do you honestly think some kid can just waltz out of no where and defeat the greatest wizard alive?"

"Fool!" Bella screamed. "How dare you speak so against such a great man?"

"Hypocrite," Sirius snapped.

"What did you call my wife," Rudolphus asked dangerously.

Sirius turned to him. Who did this idiot think he was? Rudolphus was only his cousin by marriage. "I called the filthy witch a hypocrite," Sirius yelled. "All of you are filthy hypocrites and racists. I can't believe that I've put up with this for so long."

Bella marched up to him and slapped him across the face. "How dare you insult me, Sirius! Who do you think you are?"

"A Gryffindor," Sirius yelled back, ignoring the sharp pain in his face. "And I'm damn proud of it." Sirius lifted his wand, and with a flick, his school trunk and broom came flying down the stairs. Ever since the establishment of the underage magic law three years ago, the Blacks had immediately set up wards to block the Ministry's knowledge of any law breaking. They believed they were above such petty decrees.

"What do you think you're doing," Mr. Black asked with narrowed eyes. Sirius put a weightlessness charm on his trunk and tied it to his broom. "Answer me, you little whelp!"

"I'm going to stay with the Potters," Sirius said.

"Not without my permission you will not," his mother countered. "You are not even sixteen years old yet, Sirius, much less legal and graduated."

"See how much I care," Sirius said making his way to the entry hall.

"And how do you think you will pay for your school supplies? The Potters surely will not!"

"Point A: yes, they would, if I let them. Point B: it's this nice thing I like to call the shit load of money Uncle Alphred left me for being the only member of this family who can form his own opinions."

"Why you disrespectful little—" The door slammed shut in her face.

"Idiots," Sirius muttered as he mounted his broom and turned towards Godric's Hollow.

Hope yall liked that. I'll get the next one out sometime after Christmas. It's pretty much written, but I'm way busy right now. REVIEW!