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Chapter 1 : Sirius Storms Out
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"What's the matter Reg?" Sirius questioned curiously as he tried will all his effort to hide the smile that was attempting to force itself onto his face.
Regulus glared at him. "Bugger off!"
Sirius ignored him as he walked across the landing to read the sign that was now hanging on the door.
'Do not enter without the express permission of Regulus Arcturus Black'
"Seems a bit pompous don't you think?" He wondered out loud as he placed his hand on Regulus' head and ruffled his hair.
"You know why I am doing this," Regulus responded disgruntledly as he pulled his head away from his brother's hand and kept ducking down and away as Sirius continued to reach out for him.
"Oh come on," Sirius replied with an amused chuckle. "You know I have no idea why your mind works the way it does!"
Regulus was becoming highly annoyed with his brothers antics and finally made his feelings known after Sirius successfully ruffled his hair for a fourth time. "I did this because you won't stay out of my room!" He shouted. "The prank you pulled with the stink bombs wasn't funny. But then again I guess I shouldn't expect anything less from someone who spends the majority of his time with blood traitors and -"
Sirius lunged at Regulus cutting off then end of his sentence and catching him just around the shoulder. He pulled him down to the floor where they began to wrestle around like a couple of rowdy muggles.
"How dare you!" Sirius yelled as he punched Regulus in the face. His hand had made contact with his brother's nose, which resulted in a sickening crack and the feeling of warm blood running down his fist.
"Get. Off. Me!" Regulus shouted back at his brother as his fist made contact with Sirius' mouth. Blood was streaming down his face and his eyes began to swell and blacken.
After a couple of minutes they could hear their father's footsteps coming up the stairs and just as Orion had come into view of the landing, Sirius jumped up and quickly walked back to his room, slamming the door in his father's face as he immediately began to shout at him.
Sirius paced for a moment, thinking quickly about what he should do as the anger and adrenaline coursed through his body. Just as he came to a conclusion, loud thumps began to echo around in Sirius' room as Orion began banging his fists on the door. He quickly packed all the things that he would need for school, the two way mirror that James had given him last Christmas, and a package of Drooble's best chewing gum. Once he had everything packed he grabbed his trunk and made his way determinedly to his bedroom door. He opened it slowly to see his father standing there with a murderous leer set firmly on his face.
“And where do you think you're going?!” Orion asked as he glared at his eldest son.
“Anywhere that isn't here." Sirius barked back.
“Over my dead body you are! You're sixteen years old and not even of age,” Orion spat with malice. “Besides, no pureblood son of mine is going to run amuck with some blood traitors and a half breed.”
Sirius’s temper started to rise like lava in a volcano, and his hand tightly griped the handle of his wand tucked away in his pocket. He clenched at it as if it were his only lifeline.
“Move,” Sirius stated simply.
“No, I don’t think I will,” Orion said firmly, enjoying the tortured look on his sons face. “Who do you think that you are? Acting like a muggle! Fighting with your brother like that in this house! You're filth, and your friends are filth. We’ve tried to teach you your place in this world and you’ve gone against us the whole way.” He spat on the floor at Sirius’ feet.
“Move, or I’ll hex you,” Sirius said through gritted teeth.
Walburga Black could be heard downstairs, yelling up to the two of them on the landing. “How dare you insult your father like that?” She called out as she climbed the creaking stairs to look at her oldest son in the face. Her old, lined face was contorted in rage and she held her wand menacingly in her hand waiting for her son to have another outburst. Orion continued to tell Sirius exactly how he felt.
"I don't know what's the matter with you! Everything you could ever want is here, but yet you want to keep on running around with these so called friends. You are such a dishonor to the name Black! Why can't you be more like Regulus!?"
And there it is at last, Sirius thought to himself. The one thing they had always resorted to when he made them angry, to be more like his brother. Why can't I just have parents that care about me for who I am?
“If you hex him you will surely be expelled and unable to return to Hogwarts. Then you’ll be stuck here with us.” Walburga spoke as though she had an unpleasant taste in her mouth.
Sirius finally had enough of their verbal assault. He pushed forward between his parents and started to walk down the stairs. At the bottom he met Regulus, who stood there with a look of triumph on his face.
“You and your friends will be the first to go when the Dark Lord rises.” He stated sinisterly. Sirius didn’t know why, but he had an uneasy feeling about his brother's words. As soon as the feeling came over him it was that quickly washed away by the sounds above him.
With Orion upstairs still trying to comfort a distraught Walburga, Sirius looked at Regulus. “You don’t have to do this, you know. This pureblood mania isn’t worth it. What will the Dark Lord give you in return, Reg? Do you really think you'll be entirely safe when he has control over the entire wizarding community? This madness won't stop there!”
Regulus smirked at him. “You’ll find out soon enough that choices make a difference in this world Sirius. Not flying off at the moments when you’re mad.”
“Sod off then, Reg.”Sirius glared at his brother.
Orion came bounding down the stairs, which was Sirius’ cue to leave. Regulus ran up to a now bawling mother. As Sirius made his way to the door he could smell a burning scent wafting down from the floor above. He heard his father striding after him, heard the incantation, but ducked as a stunning spell flew past. Without a second glance back he left Number 12 Grimmauld Place and all of their pureblood insanity.
He moved quickly across the street to the small park and sat on a bench. The birds chirped happily as they flew lazily past. The air was fresh and the sky was a vibrant blue. He took his time to collect his thoughts, and calmed his temper. After a few minutes he stuck out his wand and alerted the Knight Bus. Something that his uncle Alphard had mentioned how to do once, before they banned Sirius from seeing him.
The bus pulled up quickly, hopping the curb and taking out a few shrubs before it came to a screeching halt on the sidewalk. Sirius immediately began to second guess his choice of magical transport and was about to walk away when an older man stepped off from of the purple bus. He looked rather odd, with a scarred face and overly large spectacles that magnified his tiny eyes to rival that of a creepy looking bug. He stood looking curiously at Sirius.
“My name’s Lenny Finnegan, and I will be your conductor here today on the Knight bus.” He stated, breaking the silence between them.
Sirius gave him a quizzical look. He pulled out his galleons, paid Lenny and allowed the older man to show him to his seat.
“So, where we off to?” Lenny asked.
“Potter Manor” Sirius replied.
Lenny shouted up to the driver, “Potter Manor! Take ‘er away!"
The assistant glanced back at Sirius and said, “We have a couple of other stops to make on the way.”
Sirius nodded, and as the bus lurched, so did Sirius’ stomach. He was sure at that moment that traveling this way was a huge mistake. He wasn’t proven wrong. The bus jerked this way and that. Then - with a loud crack! - they were traveling down a busy street in London. How they missed all the cars and people, Sirius didn’t know. He leaned forward and was sick. With his stomach still churning and two loud cracks later he found himself smiling queasily at Potter Manor.
He walked up the garden path, past the manicured lawn, and up to the large front doors. He smiled as he knocked while thinking about how James would react when he saw him standing there. A few seconds later the doorknob turned and Mrs. Potter was standing in the doorway.
“Sirius?” she questioned. “Darling, what on earth are you doing here? Are you okay?” Sirius' liberated mood deflated quickly as he remembered the events of the fight, as he told Mrs. Potter that he ran away from home and that their home was the first place that he thought of.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” he ended in a defeated tone.
“Oh, it’s not a problem dear. Come in, come in. We are more than happy to have you here. Hopefully, you’ll be able to distract James from blowing up the house. Go ahead and go on upstairs, James will show you where you can stay.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Potter.” Sirius replied as he gave her a hug.
'This is how a parent should treat their child.' Sirius thought to himself as he tried with all his might to express the gratitude he felt toward his newly, adopted family.
“You’re welcome Sirius, " she informed him as she patted his back. "You’re like a son to us anyways. Besides, Peter and Remus will be here in a few days.”
Sirius grinned at the thought of all the fun, pranks and chaos him and James could muster before their return to school. With the inclusion of Remus and Peter it just made the prospects that much more fun to think about. He started up the stairs and found James in his room on his bed reading a Quidditch magazine.
“Oi! Potter!” Sirius shouted as he peaked around the door frame.
James jumped a mile into the air and threw his magazine.
“Sirius!?” he shouted in alarm. “W-what are you doing here!?” James yelled in disbelief as a grin spread wide across the features of his boyish face.
“I ran away from home.” Sirius supplied as he allowed himself to leaned against the doorframe.
"Well," Sirius started as the anger and hate towards his family began to build in his chest again."I got into a fight with my no good little brother over the purity of my blood."
James' eyebrows rose in shock. Sure, he was use to hearing Sirius explain to him the awful things that went on or were said at Grimmauld Place, but James could never get over his surprise at how someone could ever treat another human being the way that they did, especially their own son.
"It's alright though," Sirius acknowledged James' expression. "I gave the little git a black eye and a broken nose before my father showed up and brought along the verbal abuse with him. I packed my things and well... now I'm here," he finished as he let go of his trunk that thumped loudly on the floor upon contact.
James watched him carefully as Sirius felt a wave of fresh anger wash over him again as he thought about his brother's words. Although he would never admit it out loud, it hurt him to know that Regulus despised him just as much as their parents did.
“Wow.” James let out
“Yep,” Sirius supplied dully.
"Did they do anything else?" James questioned his friend who he noticed now had a sad look upon his face.
"Just the same old shit." Sirius replied obviously becoming increasing uneasy about the subject.
James scratched the back of his head in thought. "Would you like to talk about it more?"
Sirius shook his head. "No," he answered simply.
"Alright then." James responded uncomfortably looking around the room for something to distract him.
“So Jamesy," Sirius said as he clapped his hands together to signal a change of subject. "I heard from your Mum that you’ve been driving her mad.”
“Yeah, I suppose I have been.” James smiled gratefully for the change in conversation.
Sirius gave him a lopsided smirk, “Well let’s get to it then.”
“Get to what Sirius?” James asked curiously.
Sirius gave a bark of a laugh before finishing, “How to drive your Mum mad, you dolt."
“What do you have in mind?” James wondered mischievously.
The two sat, and planned what type of pranks they were going to play on Mrs. Potter. None of course would hurt her, but just to get a good laugh. Sirius was grateful that the Potter's at least had a sense of humor and were more relaxed compared to the Blacks. After that, they talked for hours about Quidditch, school, future plans and a certain red haired girl James fancied until they were called down to dinner.
Author's Note: Hi! So this chapter has been revamped and I would LOVE to hear what you think! If you have a minute please leave a review! Thanks for reading!
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