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.