Chapter 1 : Once Upon A Time
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Somebody ran away saying, "Fast as I can"
I got to go
I got to go
My eyes flew open in shock as I sat up gasping for air. I rubbed my eyes as they tried to adjust to the unusually dark room. My room was the only place in the whole house which was deprived of the naturally gloomy demeanor. Maybe it’d had been the moonlight which insistently shone through my windows or the slightly ajar windows allowing wind to billow through. Whatever the case had been, this room was not the room I’d grown to make my safe haven.
It looked strange, not unfamiliar just distinct. Off course after being awake for a few minutes I’d realized what was peculiar about the room. It wasn’t mine, or well it wasn’t the one I’d grown to cherish as a child. It was another room, not a hostile one like most in my house, not at all. It was quite familiar actually after a moment of analysis brought back, but yet still different. As if it held a different meaning now, a more substantial label then before. A paradox of sorts.
Normally I would’ve relied on the moonlight, but today was a dark night How suiting the cynic in me thought as I realized the meaning of the empty skies.. It was the start of something new, a beginning to the cyclic pattern of the world, the birth of the moon.
It only made sense that I’d gone through with the deed today of all days. I still couldn’t believe it. I’d actually done it. I’d run away from 12 Grimmauld Place, my former home, on a new moon. How poetic, I thought smirking in the black abyss of my own thoughts.
Once upon a time we fell apart
You're holding in your hands the two halves of my heart
I woke up the next day to the incessant pecking of an owl at my window in my new room. I wondered who it was, since in reality everyone who would want to contact me was either already here or estranged. Who could it be? This anonymous speaker calling out to a reader who couldn’t comply even if they so desired.
Opening the window, I let the owl fly in, shooing it away as it kept stabbing me with it’s sharp beak while I read the letter it’d brought. I guess I deserved it, the external pain, since I felt no internal regret whatsoever. Guess in the end, I’ll always remain a Black at heart, I presumed in dry humor as I burnt the letter in my hand from my once cousin.
Once upon a time, we burned bright
Now all we ever seem to do is fight
On and on...
And on and on and on....
I smirked to myself as I drifted through my year old house, the Potter Mansion, aimlessly. It was one of those days, I could just tell. Those days where I wondered what brought on my hatred towards the Black family, my family.
Maybe it’d been the look of pure malice that my mother threw me when I’d left. Or perhaps it’d been all those fights that lead up to the inevitable day. One would assume that there were abundant fights, that I fought since the day I was born.
But who listens to what people presume anyway? Those who did clearly didn’t know the most elite pure blooded family. If they did then they would know. They would know that once upon a time, I’d been the heir of the family. Once upon a time, I’d been the brightest of them all, over shining even the moon which now took pity on me.
Once upon a time on the same side.
Once upon a time on the same side, in the same game
And why'd you have to go, have to go and throw water on my flame
I felt myself grimace as I heard the words. “Regulus Black is a death eater,” they said all through Hogwarts, with their eyes staring accusingly at the mirror image of me as he did his best to ignore them all.
There’d been a time when we’d been the same, in more than faces. We used to be known as the Black brothers, and that was all. Had it been easier in those days? When there’d been no need to label every move of ours? It hadn’t mattered at the time. We could have been known as the royal puppeteers for all we cared. In the end, we always knew who we were to each other.
We were brothers. Pure blooded or not, we were the Black brothers.
Maybe it’d been just a facade, or a mask. Perhaps my memory had unnecessarily glorified the supposed best moments of my life. I could’ve missed a detail here, or a thought there. Whatever the detail had been, we have been irrevocably changed.
Now I was the blood traitor who’d supposedly died at age 11, while he was the heir of the Black family who had replaced his metaphorical mask with another one.
I could've been a princess, you'd be a king
Could've had a castle, and worn a ring
But no, you let me go
I felt her stare on my back yet again as I entered the Great Hall for breakfast. It was nearing the end of 7th year yet she still glared, still accused with her eyes, still held a grudge.
We’d been betrothed, as any aging pure blooded heir would be. Though it’d never been discussed, it was a universally acknowledged truth that we were to be married. With her silky blonde hair, and her piercing green eyes, the thought had seemed delectable at the time, just like she had.
Now as I looked back I couldn’t help but wonder what she had thought. No one had ever asked if we wanted to be together, it was just assumed. Just like my supposed betrayal had been undoubtedly her fault as well.
Did she even willingly sign up for this? It’s not like we’d ever spoken more than a few words to each other. Had she really been ready to bear the weight of my shortcomings for the rest of her life? Was it even fair, the way I’d broken her every dream?
I suppose not. It wasn’t fair. But then what was? Hell if I, Sirius Black, knew.
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