A/N: This is a short piece that I did for no particular reason. I was just trying to overcome some writer's block, I suppose. It's short, and there isn't any more after this, so I hope you enjoy it.
My Name Is Sirius
Sirius. It's the name of a star - the brightest star in the sky. When I tell someone "My name is Sirius." they ask if I was named after the brightest star in the sky. I say no.
I wasn't named after the brightest star in the sky - my mother told me so. I was named Sirius for another reason. The brightest star in the sky is also called the Dog Star.
My brother's name is Regulus. I say "My name is Sirius, and this is my little brother, Regulus." They think it's cute, that we're both named after stars. About all we have in common. Regulus is the name of the Little King Star.
So why did Mother name me after the Dog and my brother after the King? I wonder what the difference was between us, to earn those names. I wonder, did I kick too much in the womb? Maybe I didn't kick enough. Perhaps I gave her morning sickness, or made her crave foods that made her fat. Maybe I came out the wrong way. Maybe I was too painful for her to handle. I guess it doesn't really matter.
Mother doesn't want me, but neither does father, nor any of our other relatives. I sometimes wonder what my family expects from me. Do they expect me to grow up just like them? Or do they expect me to just lay down and die? I wonder why she named me after the Dog.
Doesn't she know, if you kick a dog too many times, it'll start to bite back? I guess they didn't expect me to bite, but I've been kicked far too many times.
There's a witch I've met here in Gryffindor. I don't really like her - she's too smart, too powerful, too well-behaved. Too perfect. I bet her parents love her. She's muggle-born. I they're so horrible, then why does she have so much that I don't?
There are three other wizards sharing my dormitory. One's a bit pudgy. His parents write him letters twice a week, and sweets are usually part of the package. His parents love him so much, it's becoming unhealthy for him.
Another's a bit strange - he's not human. He's a nasty, vicious, half-breed, plague of society, according to my family. Yet, he's told us stories of how his parents tried their best to cure him, though it was impossible. He tells us how they fight for his basic rights, and strive to see him through school, to see him succeed. He's worse than a dog, but look how his parents love him! I like him, too.
My last roommate has everything I have - all the riches, all the privileges, all the pure-blood that I have. But he has so much more. I went to his house during the summer holidays. How much his parents adored their son, I cannot describe. Seeing all of them together made me feel my last name, and I knew my first name really did mean the Dog, and nothing else.
But, you know what? He waved me over to them. I went, taking my names with me, but they didn't see it. As I got closer, I felt the dog, wagging his tail. And, for that moment, at least, my soul was the brightest soul in the world.
A/N: That's all. I hope you enjoyed it. I know it was short, but you can use your extra time to send in a review, right? Please? Thank you.
Sirius Revenge
aka
Relian