Author's Note: This is my second entry to The Album Drabble Challenge in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge Forum. The challenge is to choose an album and write a drabble for each track using the track as a prompt. The "word count for each entry depends on the length of the song you are writing about. So, if the first track is 4:28 minutes long, you write a drabble that is 428 words long...you have a 10 word leeway on the word counts." I chose the album, Dark Horse, by Nickelback.
Track Title: Burn It To The Ground
Track Minutes: 328
Word Count: 338
Burn It To The Ground
The inside of number twelve Grimmauld Place was immaculately decorated with upscale wizardry Christmas decor. The library, however, was untouched. Orion Black had refused to have his safe haven overcome with Christmas cheer.
On a Friday morning, the safe haven of his father had temporarily become the hiding place of Sirius. He looked up from a book curious as to why the golden child was acting more like he. With book still in hand, he walked to the door of the library and cracked the door to better listen.
Regulus firmly stated, "No, I shall not go."
Walburga shrieked, "If you do not go, I shall have your father dismantle your Quidditch Pitch."
"Burn it to the ground, mother. I could care less." Regulus stated in an aristocratic drawl. "I refuse to accompany that prat anywhere with his dim-witted Gryffindor friends."
Upon hearing his brother refer to him as a prat, Sirius stepped into the hallway as he snorted in humor. In a bored, mocking tone, "That's not an appropriate way to speak to your mother, Reggie."
Walburga barked, "Close that horrible trap, Sirius Orion. I do not want to hear what you have to say today. I have yet to forget the monologue of my flaws in which you shared yesterday at brunch."
Sirius rolled his grey eyes as he mockingly chastised her. "Mother, that is not an appropriate way for a pure-blooded lady to speak. What would father think?"
Regulus interrupted her tangent before she could begin. "Mother, if you insist I go with him..."
"Of course, I insist! That Potter boy encourages him to be degenerate!"
An hour later on the front stoop, the two boys awaited James and his father. Regulus nudged his brother with his shoulder, "I miss you, Padfoot."
Sirius wrapped an arm around him to hug him. "I miss you, too, Rab."
"I despise that nickname. How creative of you to combine my initials."
"Next year," Sirius smiled sadly. "Ask the Sorting Hat to put you in Gryffindor."
"I think not."