Chapter 1 : Prologue.
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"SIRIUS BLACK, GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" My mothers voice called, trembling through the house. I reluctantly clambered off my bed and trudged down the creaky, musty stairs as slowly as I possibly could.
"SIRIUS!" My mother called again. I quickened my pace.
When I reached the hall, my mother was stood there, positively fuming.
"Sirius Black," She began, taking a deep breath, "I will not tolerate this anymore. At first it was just stupid little pranks, nothing we couldnít handle. But then you started coming home from school, 'Gryffindor' written all over your blood traitors face. You played your music loud, answered back, picked on your little brother. But this, no, I will not have this."
I looked at her, using my most innocent face.
"What have I done this time, mother?" I asked, empathising the last word. Although I knew what I had done.
"YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" She exploded, "YOU PUT PERMANANT INK ALL OVER MY MOTHERS PORTRAIT, YOU CUT YOUR BROTHER'S HAIR IN HIS SLEEP AND TURNED IT PURPLE - AND WE STILL HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT HOW TO TURN IT BACK - YOU STOLE A THOUSAND GALLEONS FROM YOUR FATHER AND BOUGHT ANTONIA A MAGICAL DRUM KIT, AND YOU DESTROYED THE BLACK FAMILY LOCKET! YOU FOOL!"
"Do you dare deny what you have done?" My mother said, in a dangerous whisper. I noticed that my younger sister, Antonia, and my brother, Regulus, were watching from the top of the stairs.
"No, mother, I don't deny any of it. In fact, I'm proud of it." I said, calmly.
My mother shrieked.
"GET OUT!" She screamed.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"YOU HEARD ME, GET OUT! AND DONT BOTHER COMING BACK!"
I blinked. I heard Antonia gasp. After I had gotten over the shock, I nodded.
"Alright then, I will, and don't expect me to come back either!"
I turned around and marched back up the stairs. Regulus began walking towards me, an evil look on his face, but I pushed him out of the way and kept walking.
When I reached the top, I stopped. Antonia was stood there, staring up into my eyes. She was nine years old, God bless her - she didn't understand. Her face was already tear-stricken. I loved Antonia the most out of all my family.
"Sirius." She blubbered.
I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, holding her close. I sat her down on my bed and she watched as I began packing my things.
"You're really going - aren't you?" She asked, in a trembling voice. I looked up. Her eyes were glistening. I turned my gaze away from her and nodded.
"Where are you going to go?" She asked. I shrugged, putting all my spell books in my trunk.
"James' I s'pose." I said. I glanced at Antonia. I could tell she was trying to be brave. She was wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Hey," I said, sitting on the bed beside her, "Itís alright, I'll write to you every day!"
She looked up.
"Promise." I said, wiping her cheeks dry with my sleeve.
Twenty minutes later, I closed the lid on my trunk and stood up. Antonia was sprawled out on my bed, sound asleep. I smiled weakly and kissed her forehead.
"I love you." I whispered.
I picked up my trunk and heaved it to the bedroom door.
Taking one last look at my little sister, I turned the knob and walked out.
Down the stairs.
And into the hall.
My mother was still stood there, with her hand on Regulus' shoulder. My father was stood by the kitchen door, a glass of beer in his hand. None of them spoke as I dragged my trunk across the hall and to the front door.
I opened the door and walked out, without looking back.
I was free.
Sorry it was so short, but Chapter One will be longer! :] I hope you are enjoying the story so far, and I also hope you decide to read the next chapters! x
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