He was in his sixth year at Hogwarts, and Sirius Black was in a (supposedly) muggle concert. He’d already deduced that at least the band was made up of wizards, so there wasn’t any doubt that some of the attendees were too. He was with the other marauders, having dragged them along- James being a willing participant, and Peter just following suit, while Remus needed a bit of persuasion, but he got them all there.

They’d snuck out of the castle that night, and apparated to London, where they’d found this place- and it was bloody awesome, in Sirius’ most humble opinion. There were a few bands, the music loud, and he had to admit, this muggle drink he’d gotten (he refused to admit that he didn’t know what was in it) had to be better than butterbeer.

The previous band finished, before the next one came on the stage, and the crowd cheered. A majority of the muggle girls there seeming to just go crazy, screaming and cheering, and Sirius laughed. He couldn’t exactly see, but it was clear that they were looking at one of the band members.

He got to a place where he could see- when he saw them. The bass player, they had to be the one they were cheering for, because they- and it may be Sirius’ inebriated state- but this person was pretty. Not just pretty, but stunning. He couldn’t barely believe it, this person didn’t look any older than himself. And when the band started to play…