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Also forgive me if I don't do the british speech pattern thing correctly.

Jack Frost whopped in delight as he sailed through the cold December air of london that was currently being blanketed by his white work as he sailed throughout the busy streets stooping for a few moments in some busy parks to watch the young children quite enjoying it as they pelted each-other with snow balls and was delighted that they were able to see him, Most of them had asked him to stay and normally he would have had it not been for the fact that he had had not spread more snow in other parts of the surrounding area.

When he was done he sat on a roof of a nearby building. He felt quite pleased with himself after all London was always the right temerature for him even though he preferred Burgess.

"Snow day... what could be more fun then that?" he asked the wind which appered to answer back to him by blowing gently in his pale face while that was going on he began to form snow-flakes with just a small wave of his hand and let them float gently down to the ground below.

"YOU ARE A DISGRACE!"

The shrill voice knocked Jack out of his calm train of thought and he looked to see where the voice was coming from.

It only took him a few minutes to figure out the voice was comming from next door to where he was sitting that he hadn't noticed at all.

He watched as a fifteen year old dark haired boy threw open the front door to the house letting it bang against the hard wood and a second later what Jack took to be his entire family standing at the threshold. Along with the ugliest thing he had ever seen. It looked like an oversized bat with two legs, wearing what looked to be a small cloth covering his middle, It was watching from the door-way with overlarge eyes.

A tall dark woman stood in the middle of the porch between two men glaring at the young boy in absolute disgust.

"Filthy friend of blood traitor... scum... Do you have any Idea how much you have shamed us all?!" The woman shrieked at the young boy.

The boy, who all of you know who is Sirius, glared back at his mother.

"Yeah, I do," he said, with obvious venom in his voice. "And you know what? I'm sick of it! all this pure-blood supremacy carp!" he spat as he turned on his heel and marched down the street.

"I don't want to see you for as long as I will live!" she shrieked, after him at the top at the top of her voice. "YOU ARE A DISGRACE! I should have thrown you out when you were sorted in Griffindor!"

The four, should I count the Elf? Stood there for a few moments the woman looking like she didn't know wether to cry or just shout some more before shaking her head and looked away from the street,

"Walburga," said what looked like her husband, gently put a hand on her shoulder. "lets get inside before those filthy muggles actually start to notice us, Eh?" Slowly the little bat thing escorted them in muttering kind words to her under its breath.

"Don't feel too bad about the boy mistress... Kreature will make you some tea so you can calm down a bit... And get rid of those hideous things in that boy's room... Filthy friend of blood traitors, Kreacher said, as the woman was escorted inside by her husband.

"Make sure that you don't drop the tray, Kreacher," said the other boy as they left, he stayed longer then the rest watching his brother walk down the street before closing the door with a snap.

Jack, who had been quite perplexed while the whole spit-fire was at a loss for words. There was something horrible wrong here. What were family members doing arguing like that to each other for? And what in Mim's name was that... thing anyway? It also did help that he couldn't see the house again. After some deliberating he decided to see where the boy was alright. He soon spotting him under a tree a few blocks away he followed wanting to see if he was going to be all right. Even if he wasn't a kid anymore.

He was talking to mirror when he got there resting in his open hand while leaning against a dark looking hanging tree.

So, they threw you out huh...? he heard the mirror say.

"No Prongs... I kinda threw myself out..."

"Yeah, sounds like you... So what are you going to do?"

"Don't know, maybe squat at your place?"

Yeah! hey, that's just the idea!" the mirror said with a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Yeah... hows Moony? full moon was last night."

"Bloody awful."

"Wish this animagus thing could be faster... it most be awful for him..."

I know... see you later... padfoot...

"Yeah prongs..." the dark haired boy sighed putting the mirror in his pocket as he leaned against the tree looking exhausted.

Jack just floated there not knowing what to do, his first thought was to fly away and tell North or any of the other Guardians about this but... something told his to stay.

The boy sighed running his hand through his hair.

"Horrible old hag..." he said under his breath. "Reg's a git as well... Merlin it's cold..." he shivered, wishing he had brought a jacket before he left. (Do wizards have jackets?)

"Pretty bad at home isn't it?" Jack suddenly asked, confused at his own question. Knowing he probably wouldn't hear him and was quite shocked when the boy... Padfoot? suddenly answered back.

"Its a bloody hell hole..."

Jack stared at him his mouth open wide no one over the age on twelve were able too see him!

Well, besides Jamie that is...

"Y-you can hear me?"

"What do you mean?" "Of course I can bloody well hear you!" Sirius snapped, turning his gaze to the voice only to gasp in surprise and amazement.

Who are you?

Sigh... I know sirius runs away form his family when he turned sixteen but wanted them to be in the middle of the animal transforming thing so Jack can help out... anyway, please review and click on my profile to check out my other stories