If you asked Sirius what his favourite day was, he'd probably grin at you and say it was a Friday because that meant it was the weekend next. And the weekend meant he could mess about a play pranks on Slytherin, including his younger brother, Regulus Black.

But if you really asked Sirius what his favourite day was, he'd tell you that it was the full moons. The nights that only happened once a month. The times Sirius had come to cherish as the best nights ever.

It probably sounded stupid, especially if you didn't know about Remus Lupin and his 'furry little problem'. Or if you didn't know that the Marauders were animagi and ran wild for that one night a month. Sirius didn't care, he was with his bestfriends and that was everything.

The four of them were currently bounding about the Hogwarts grounds. Padfoot was barking at a large wolf in his dog form. The wolf obviously being Moony. Prongs ran along in his stag form while a squeaking rat- Wormtail- sat on his antlers.

Padfoot, aka Sirius, loved the freeing feeling of the wind through his black fur. He looked over at Moony, or Remus, and wondered how anyone could ever think werewolves were anything but beautiful. Padfoot couldn't give that much thought before he was playfully pounced on by Moony, starting up a game of chase like they usually did.