Inspired by Green Grass of Tunnel by MAM. A drabble/ ficlet of Sirius' changing relationship with his mother, from his childhood until his running away. Requests are welcome.
Once upon a time
There was a boy, and his name was Sirius. Sirius Black.
You're named after the brightest star in the sky, son. The Dog Star, Sirius.
Sirius was seven years old
His party had been the best ever
He had light brownhair, and grey eyes, wild and dark as a storm
like the storms that frightened him at night
that raged outside the big house, ratting his window and his nerves until he ran
towards his mother
who
huged him, caressed him, loved him like a mother should her son
and he was happy.
Once upon a time
there was a boy and his name was Sirius. Sirius Black.
Black, Sirius.
Gryffindor!
Sirius was eleven years old
his party had been a ceremonial event, he was 'coming of age' and as such, he wore an emerald green robe longer than himself.
He had darkish brown hair, and grey eyes, wild and dark as a storm
like the storm that was brewing at his home as he opened the howler from his mother
that swallowed the happiness from the big rooms and centered around him until he walked
away from his mother
who
sat and watched him go with a disapproving glint in her eye, because Gryffindor? A mistake, surely.
and he was nervous.
Once upon a time
there was a boy, and his name was Sirius. Sirius Black.
Sirius Orion Black, don't you dare walk away from me!
Sirius was fifteen years old
his party had been a dark room and a bruise on his cheek and a wish that never came true.
He had dark brown hair, and grey eyes, wild and dark as a storm
like the storm that raged inside him, the battle between his family and his friends and his happiness and his anger and his sanity and his fear
that consumed him, swallowed him whole, like a big monster that escaped from under the bed and chased him until he ran
away from his mother
who
stood and laughed as her husband pulled him back and made him cry tears of hatred and pain and fear
and he was scared.
Once upon a time
there was a boy, and his name was Sirius. Sirius Black.
Sirius? What're you doing here?
Sirius was sixteen years old
his party had been an attempt by The Boy With The Glasses to cheer him up because his family
didn't
love
him
He had black hair and grey eyes, wild and dark as a storm
the storm that circled London as he ranwalkedlimpedstumbled
that hindered but did not stop him as he ran
away from his mother
who
went upstairs and blasted his name off the family tapestry, the drawn threads of which flinched back from his name as if it were poison, and re-attached to each other leaving him alone and scared and outside The Boy With he Glasses' house where his real family was waiting with a warm bed and hugs and love, like a real family should
and he was home.
