S.F.S
Sirius gets into Gryffindor
By: weat-bixRating: R to be safe even though I cant read it.
Warning: profanities, high level violence/fights, child abuse, pain, longings for death, small amounts of happiness & good things and my ever different way of thinking.
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns most characters, muggles. & sorta their situations. I own a weird enough mind to think of the stuff I wrote like this (as well as some other ways) and a computer to type it on which actually doesn't belong to me but anyway.
Summary: Sirius gets into gryffindor, his cuz aint happy neither are his parents.
Category: general/angst
Spoilers: Harry Potter books (not no' 2)
A/N: ok here's the deal – don't read this if you're looking for anything nice. My mind came up with this and well –. I think I might be a little violent. All my close friends agree that I'm aggressive and people that don't know me well think I'm quiet and weird, probably passive so this is a bit of the passive aggressive chick.
Sirius gets into Gryffindor
"GRYFFINDOR"
A few scattered cheers from muggle-born Gryffindors with a surprised gape from the rest.
Sirius placed the hat on the stool and slowly walked over to the Gryffindor table as the realization struck 'his whole life had just changed in a second'. He sat down and laid his head on his arms as absolute feelings of pleasure and horror filled him.
A Confrontation
He hadn't talked to anyone during the feast and tried to stay within the crowd moving up to the tower but found they were moving away from him.
He heard a shout from behind him "oi Sirius, don't think you can get away with this."
He turned around to come face to face with Lucius Malfoy. Malfoy was two years older but because of Sirius's height they were on eye level. "And what are you going to do about it?" Sirius said defiantly.
"Well at school" Malfoy started slowly, allowing his group of friends to catch up to them and allowing the mass of gryffindors to walk away. "We'll make your life hell." He pushed Sirius into the wall. "And you can't expect your parents to live in ignorance can you?"
A first year boy turned from the gryffindors back to Sirius and saw that Malfoy was holding Sirius against the wall and while Sirius was doing good at fighting him off other slytherins were standing ready to grab him if he got out of Malfoys grip. One of the slytherins punched Sirius in the stomach and Sirius put up an extra strong struggle and got free of Malfoy one of the other slytherins pushed him back into the wall and held him there for Malfoy to punch. The first year boy screamed out "Leave him alone!" and Malfoy grabbed his robes and lifted him off the ground.
"Great defense. You've got the tawniest little Gryffindor on your side." Malfoy said with a laugh and threw the boy down causing him to slide along the stone floor of the corridor. The boy stood up and stared back at the group, he looked at Sirius to silently tell him that he wouldn't give up that easy, but the look in Sirius's eyes told him that he couldn't help and begged him to run before he got hurt. He flashed Sirius a look that he hoped was more hopeful than scared and joined the rest of the gryffindors.
"Once again great defense!" said Malfoy sarcastically and punched Sirius in the stomach again.
"Welcome to Hell!" said another as he kicked Sirius in the shins. Sirius took a few blows before they threw him into a classroom and his back hit a desk hard and he fell to the ground, one of the slytherins grabbed his hair and lifted him to his feet with it saying "come on brave Gryffindor fight like a man" a few more people punched Sirius before he lashed out randomly and found someone's nose.
"A'tta boy Sirius, fight back." Sirius kicked out and got someone's leg, then he felt a strong blow on the side of his head causing him to have to stumble sideways to stay upright. He stumbled into a boy who shoved him back to the others and he almost fell to the ground when a chair connected with him pushing him backwards. He heard them all laughing but could no longer see them clearly. He kicked out again and missed entirely. Someone punched his head and then someone kicked him in the balls forcing him to fall to the ground. They all kicked him at once and when he tried to get up he was pushed back to the floor. At one point he bit someone's foot but they broke his nose with it. Sirius stopped trying to fight back and used his arms to protect himself. Malfoy kicked him in the shins and said "don't think we're through." Before leaving.
Sirius laid on the floor for a short time after they left allowing his breathing to calm, then pushed himself up trying to ignore the dizziness and pain he was feeling. He made it to the door before he collapsed. He shivered lying in the doorway before he used the wall to push himself up. He leaned against the wall as he walked in the direction he thought the gryffindors went, knowing that he could not find the common room by himself. He didn't have to walk far before he ran into the boy that tried to stand up for him.
"Thought you might need help finding the common room" the boy put Sirius's arm over his shoulder and helped him stand "I'm Remus, by the way."
"Thanks Remus. Are you in first year too?"
"Yea, but we shouldn't be friends or anything."
"Why not, I'm not like the other Blacks."
"I'm not really that nice."
"You're the nicest person I've met."
"You need to meet more people."
"You stuck up for me."
"And then ran away."
"You couldn't help but at least you tried."
"Anyone could have done that."
"But they didn't, and you did. And you're the one helping me now."
"Ok will you stop praising me if we're friends?"
"If you admit that you're nice."
"Fine I'm nice."
A Howler
The next morning Remus introduced Sirius to James and Peter, apparently he was very likeable even if he wasn't trying to be. They found an older student in the common room who told them how to find the hospital wing and went down together. After giving the nurse a list of what hurt allot that was much too long and getting fixed up and answering some of her what-on-earth-happened-questions they went to breakfast. As the slytherins walked past one asked, "find your common room traitor?"
"Just fine." Sirius replied happily making the slitherin glare.
"You're not off the hook that easy Sirius." Sirius stayed quiet while the other first year gryffindors gaped at the comment, Sirius knew it to be truer than even the slytherin that said it did.
When the mail arrived Sirius looked up and saw the red envelope he knew would be addressed to him. When it landed in front of him he cautiously opened it with his fork and it sprouted a fire before the screaming filled the halls.
"You Filthy Mudblood Loving Traitor. You Go Back To That Stupid Hat And Demand It Put You In Your Rightful Place, Or I Will. You're A Disgrace To Our Name. You Put Things Right Before You Get Home For Christmas. And You Will Be Home. No Arguments. Your Filthy Slime And You Don't Deserve To Be Given The Chance To Go To Hogwarts And Disgrace The Black Pride."
There was a moments silence in the hall while everyone stared at Sirius before the slytherins cracked up laughing.
Sirius ran from the hall the thought in his mind: 'Home For Christmas' Christmas is a while away right? I've got time to stay in this relative safety and then…Christmas is only a two week holiday….I can put up with it, just take it all for two weeks and then come back here right?
A group of slytherins followed him out of the hall and Remus and James and Peter followed them. They all met up in a smallish corridor. "Nearly even numbers but it wouldn't matter anyway, gryffindors always loose."
James pointed his wand at them but he didn't know any useful spells yet so sent sparks at them making them all laugh. One pushed a small boy with greasy black hair forward and he scrambled back towards the group when one said "go on Sev you know some great ones."
He waved his wand at James and James's head cut open and blood began to spill out. All the slytherins laughed and hi-fived and one rubbed Severus's hair and nearly got his hand bitten.
"Leave them alone." Sirius said.
"alright we only want you anyway" Sirius balled his hands and prepared as much as he could to get bashed and fight back for as long as he dared, he was prepared to fight alone but when Severus did what he did to James to him and pain exploded through his head Remus shouted "Leave Him Alone!"
The slytherins laughed and said "No way, he has to learn a lesson, and we're going to teach it."
More curses hit Sirius and a professor walked past, took in what was happening and smiled slightly. Remus called out "Professor please h-"
"No Remus" Sirius said which confused Remus, Sirius recognized the professor from a dinner his mother had held, he was no help.
"Stupid Gryffindor thinks he doesn't need help." Sirius punched one of the older ones in the gut and one of them grabbed his hair while the one he punched, punched his nose.
Professor McGonagall walked passed the group and asked "what's going on?" in a voice that made the boy drop Sirius. But Sirius seemed to be just as worried as the slytherins
"Nothing Miss"
"Somehow I seriously doubt that Sirius." The slytherins buggered off after McGonagall took five points off everyone there leaving the slytherins trailing. Then once she left Remus asked "why didn't you tell her?"
"She's a teacher as if she'd help me." Sirius said as though it was obvious. "And don't stick up for me again, I mean I appreciate it, but you don't have to get hurt because of me."
"We're not just going to let them beat the crap out of you." James said still holding his head.
"Why not, you wouldn't get hurt that way?" Sirius asked
"Because we're not arseholes."
Home Time
Sirius was sitting at the top of his bed occasionally banging the back of his head on the wall behind him when James opened the curtains "Sirius you've been doing that for hours now. Haven't you got enough brain damage yet?"
"No" Sirius said thinking 'how much do you need to no longer feel pain?'
"At least tell us what's wrong."
"I got to go home."
"So am I but I'm not splitting my head about it."
"But you're not in trouble with your parents for being you."
"come out of it, it'll be fine you'll get into trouble then have a shity Christmas dinner and hear a lot of bullshit then come right back here. You'll be alright."
"Sink into the real world and say that." Sirius replied once again banging his head against the wall.
On the train James and Peter tried to cheer him up again.
"Maybe you can come to my place after Christmas."
Sirius laughed imagining asking his parents to go to James's "as if, stay with a Gryffindor."
"You're a Gryffindor!"
"No for the next two weeks I'm just a filthy blood traitor. Maybe scum or a billion other bad things, begging to be punished"
"You'll be alright though wont you?" peter asked tentatively
" 'corse Pete I'm always alright." And those were the first words that worried James and made him wonder just what kind of punishment the Blacks used. After all Sirius had said the same thing after Malfoy threw him down one of the stairs at Hogwarts.
When they got to the station Sirius watched as James and Peter met their parents with welcoming hugs. Sirius was near James when his mum hugged him and he took a few steps back so that he wasn't intruding because he already felt very alien and unwanted and he didn't want to impose on them, however James's mum talked to Sirius "hi Sirius. Have a merry Christmas."
Sirius who hadn't got on very well with most of his teachers and had therefore had few kind words said to him by any adults was shocked and stared for a little too long before saying "you too Mrs. Potter. Bye James."
Once his friends had left Sirius opened his trunk and put on another cloak because it was cold and he thought that nobody cared about him enough to pick him up on time and he secretly hoped that no one would pick him up at all and that he could spend his Christmas at the train station. Sirius made himself comfortable, or as comfortable as a person could be sitting on a cold train station in the middle of winter, and watched as the rest of the students found their parents and left. The train left and Sirius was left on the platform with a teacher.
The teacher came over to Sirius and said "you must have been here for hours, are you sure your parents know that you're going home?"
"Yea they probably just forgot what time the train got here."
"I can't leave you here, would you like to come back to Hogwarts?"
"Yes, but if my parents contact the school will I be able to go home?"
"Naturally"
"Then I'll stay here, but you don't have to wait with me, you can go back if you like."
"Its school policy I can't."
"What could happen to me on a platform away from any other people?" Sirius thought 'I guess I could jump in front of a train.'
After a little more convincing Sirius got the teacher to believe that he'd be fine and the teacher left Sirius alone.
Sirius stayed sitting on the platform trying to convince himself that he would rather be at home than on the cold lonely platform, and failing. Eventually - trying not to get his hopes up and think that he might have been forgotten entirely - he began to fall asleep despite the cold. He woke up a few times whenever an extra cold wind blew and slowly drifted off to sleep each time. As he was starting to drift at around two o'clock in the morning he heard the footsteps of a woman in high heels approach him and desperately hoped it was the start of a nightmare and not his mother. His hopes were shattered when she slapped him across the face. "All you have to do is wait and you fall asleep. You're so pathetic, sleeping at a train station like a muggle hobo." Sirius felt like yelling at her that she had left him there until early morning but restrained himself because he had enough of a reason to fear the next two weeks without adding his mums temper. He didn't complain when she yanked him up and apparatede them home.
A Beating
Two in the morning was the wrong time for punishments so Sirius was sent to bed without food instead. He was uncomfortable in the house that he had spent the majority of his life in. He looked at the elf heads on the way up the stairs and his tired conscious thought the obvious 'I'm not safe here.' When he had left he was just an insolent child and that was bad enough but now he was a blood traitor who had to be set straight and re-taught the ways of the proud pureblood Blacks. He went to his room and spent a little time trying to light a fire when he finally got it, it flickered a little then went out completely. Sirius sighed and got into bed cold and scared but tired enough to fall asleep anyway.
The next morning he was awakened by his little brother shaking him and nearly attacked him before he heard him say "What did you do Siri? Mum and dad are real mad."
"I was me."
"A guaranteed stuff up right?"
"Yea. Can I sleep?"
"Sure if you want mum more mad. She wants you at breakfast now."
Sirius got up and got dressed into clean robes as fast as he could and then went down to breakfast. "Good morning mum, good morning dad"
His dad huffed and his mum wailed "how can you stand there like your worthy of even being near the rest of us, do you even know the shame you've brought on this family!"
Sirius stayed quiet not trusting his mouth not to shout the sarcastic responses running through his mind. He sat down at the table and ate the piece of toast that the house elf placed in front of him. "You will see us in my study at midday for your punishment." Said his father.
Sirius finished the toast and left without saying a word. He sat in his room and wondered just how scared he should be and what kind of parents would make a time and place to punish their son, but instead of upsetting him that thought lightened his mind. The fact that he could wonder that when it had been that way for his life reminded him how lucky he was to be going to Hogwarts. Half a year ago he thought that that was normal. His parents did it and about half the other parents he had met had done it. It was normal and he now appreciated that he knew otherwise. The vast majority of people were not normal, and how he wanted to be back with the weirdo's. He stayed in his room and pondered what his punishment would be and how lucky he was to have a sanctuary even if he couldn't get back to it for two weeks.
A little before midday he went down to his fathers study making himself look as presentable as he could knowing that it wouldn't make a difference this time. He stalled for as long as he dared but he didn't dare be late and get into any more trouble than he was in so far.
He opened the door and saw his mother and father sitting behind his desk and approached it ignoring the thoughts in his mind telling him to run. He stood next to the chair a million thoughts of defiance flashed through his mind but all he was willing to allow through were the flashes of desire that passed over his eyes perfectly inline with his equally visible fear.
"Sit" his mother commanded as though ordering a dog. Sirius glanced in the chair and knew that it wouldn't do him good to allow himself to get below eyelevel of his parents but it would only be his self esteem damaged if however he disobeyed them it would be more. So he sat in the chair and clamps fastened themselves around his wrists and ankles. Sirius felt his panic rising and tried to cool down knowing that panic couldn't help him.
"You have become a blood traitor, we gave you half a year to redeem yourself but you have done nothing. You are a disgrace to this family and its values." His mother slapped his face and he tried to raise his arms, his natural fight-back-instincts that had got him into so much trouble before, kicking in, only when he moved them the manacles sent jolts of pain up his arms and legs.
"I didn't get to choose where I was put." Sirius replied before he thought twice about it.
"No you were never one of us were you." And she cursed him causing his skin to burn and Sirius to jerk around and get hurt from the manacles holding him to the chair. "Your swine not worthy of the Black name! Look at me when I'm talking to you." She said pulling his hair so that his face would face her standing behind him.
"You must learn Sirius, that Blacks are proud and don't associate with filth. Crusio!"
Sirius began to shake as pain filled him. He jerked around in the chair and when his father removed the curse he could feel the pain left in his limbs from the chair for a second before his father made the chair disappear and watched Sirius fall in a heap on the ground. Sirius climbed to his feet and although it hurt to do so he felt he had to, it was the only act of defiance he could manage. Kind of the 'you got me but I'm alive and you can't stop me. I made it this far and I'll keep going weather you care or not.'
"crucio!" came the curse again and he wished his father could just kill him but he didn't and he was glad for it afterwards but he managed to stand up again, slowly but he got there.
Then his father lifted the curse and hit him with one that opened his forehead. Blood poured out and massive amounts of pain blocked everything else from Sirius's mind. Sirius clenched his hand into a fist to stop himself grabbing his head, it was all he could do to not give in to his parents, he thought that if he gave in he would have lost the only thing he still had that was all his – his free will and his ability to choose by his own means, not to trust people just because they declared themselves trustworthy, not to take things as right or wrong or truth just because someone said so. Sirius's father waved his wand stopping the blood from gushing out of him but leaving the pain. His father then started the fight; once he had pinned Sirius first. He magically held him to the floor and then beat him breaking several bones and causing severe bruising. After kicking his son repetitively he lifted the curse holding him in place and picked him off the ground and threw him into the wall. Sirius fell to a heap on the floor and then tried to stand up but his leg was fractured and as soon as he put weight on it, it broke causing him to shriek again and fall to the floor. "Going to stand and fight? Do you actually think you can beat me?" Sirius's father asked.
"You didn't give me much of a chance to begin with!" Sirius replied hotly.
His father walked to where he laid and pulled Sirius up by his arm unhinging his shoulder as he tossed him roughly to another spot of floor. He walked to Sirius slowly, delaying the coming pain and giving Sirius enough time to establish a fear of it. He stood over Sirius and kicked his side, he then grabbed his hair and lifted him to his feet. "Look at me" commanded his father. And Sirius looked at his face, Sirius was tall for his age but both his parents had that height so the eleven year old still had to tilt his head back a fair bit and take in his fathers' height. "it wouldn't have made a difference!" his father let go of Sirius and Sirius tried to hold himself up but failed and fell to a heap on the ground. He laid there for a second waiting for the blows to fall knowing that he could no longer support his own weight properly. "That is all for now. You may go." Sirius got to his feet putting all his weight on his slightly better leg and tried to limp out knowing that it was an odd chance and he had to take advantage of it. He made it four short limped steps toward the door before he collapsed. His father picked him up and Sirius instantly panicked and squirmed trying to get away. His father did not drop him but threw him to the floor, kicked his shin and then picked him up again. He carried him down to Sirius's bedroom and threw him inside and locked the door. Sirius laid on the floor too sore to move and hoped for hours that he could just faint before he did.
Merry Christmas
Sirius stayed in his bedroom trying to get between his door to eat the food left there and his bed to sleep as comfortably as possible with the smallest amount of movement possible so that he didn't move the broken bones around. He stayed like that until a couple of days before Christmas when his father came into his room. To find Sirius lying on his bed holding onto his leg with both hands.
"Get up." Sirius slowly climbed to his feet putting all his weight on his good leg. And stared his father in the eyes daring him to realize the pain he had caused his own son but that didn't seem to bother him. He kicked Sirius's sore leg causing Sirius to fall to the ground crying. "Come down to breakfast boy you need some real food before our Christmas feast."
Sirius managed to calm down and make it to his feat he hobbled out of his room and used the railing of the stairs to support his weight so that he could get down the stairs with one leg.
He got to the dining room and almost fell on his way between the wall and the table.
His mother scoffed and said "true blacks don't limp, true blacks stand tall." Sirius sat at the table and held in a wince as his heavier than usual breathing caused his ribs to sting. The house elf placed a bowl of scrambled eggs in front of Sirius. The smell seemed to make Sirius relax a little as all he had eaten in the last few days were cold toast crusts and the cold mashed potatoes that Regulas didn't want to eat and he didn't get much of either of them. The food tasted delicious but after Sirius had scoffed down a few mouthfuls he began to feel full even though he normally ate much more, he continued eating but much slower.
"You're not just going to leave it there like an ungrateful slob are you? It was cooked for you when you deserve to be locked away and starved kept alive on rabid cockroaches, you wouldn't even be getting this food if it wasn't to get you to adjust so you eat a healthy proportion at our feast."
Sirius didn't say anything he just continued to eat slowly glad that he could. Once he had finished all the eggs his father said casually as though he wasn't covered in blood and bruises and hadn't dripped any blood in his food and hadn't squeezed his eyes shut in pain every time he swallowed "why don't you get yourself cleaned up and make sure your good robes still fit you."
Sirius nodded slightly and stood up to leave, he almost fell when he stood on his worse leg and even though he caught himself before he hit the floor he couldn't stop a small scream.
"Fucking crybaby" his father hissed watching him hop to the stairs. Sirius held onto the banister and pushed himself up so that he could hop onto the next step it took him five minutes to get halfway up the first flight and his father walked past him giving him a glare but no help. Once he made it to the top of the first flight he leaned on the wall and hobbled to the bathroom. He glanced in the mirror and realized how long it had been since he had had a shower and changed he took off his robes ripping off the dried blood that caused them to cling to him. He noticed that there were several small irregular dents in his chest and understood that they must be broken ribs and that was why it hurt to breathe too deeply. He wondered if they would be dangerous and hoped that one might puncture his lungs and let him die sooner.
He climbed into the shower and started to try to get rid of the smell of old dried blood that was all over him but found that it hurt to get soap almost anywhere on his body and that he could not put any kind of pressure no matter how small on his bad leg or some parts of his chest and although he had popped his shoulder back in, it still hurt to move it to certain positions. Once he was finished he dressed in his robes that he now realized were covered in blood and began to make his way slowly up the next flight of stairs. After about three minutes of disjointed hopping Regulas appeared at the top of the flight and asked "need a little help Siri?"
"Yea thanks Reg" Sirius replied happy that his brother cared.
He put his hand around Sirius's waist and tried to help lift his weight only Sirius yelped and instinct backed away a little.
"Sorry Siri, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I know, you just touched a saw rib just be careful ok?"
"Yea" they made it up the stairs and into Sirius's room where Sirius sat on the bed and Regulas just stood around looking uncomfortable.
"Thanks Reg I owe you one."
"Um… Sirius are you ok." Sirius remained silent giving his brother a look that clearly said 'what the hell? Do I look ok?' "I mean you not going to die or nothing are you?"
Sirius smiled slightly "don't worry Reg, I'm not going to die yet, mum and dad aren't aloud to kill me."
"What really? Who stops them?"
"There's a law for it. It says you're not aloud to hurt your kids too bad."
"They already hurt you pretty bad and if they break that law maybe …"
"nah, they can break that one because grownups have this thing where you have to prove that someone did it before they get busted for it and no-one can prove that they hurt me, but if they kill me anyone can prove it."
"Oh, well I'm happy you're alive."
"Thanks Reg" Regulas left Sirius's room feeling more comfortable with his brothers state. He could tell that he was really hurt but he now knew that he would get better. And despite the confrontation and questions about death and the forth bringing that he couldn't get it as soon as he felt like at the moment Sirius was happy in the knowledge that his little brother liked him alive, he wasn't sure about his parents and thought that they might only keep him alive so that they didn't get busted for abuse or neglect or whatever, but it was nice to know that someone in the house actually wanted him alive.
Sirius changed out of his blood soaked robes and into his formal robes. He had grown a little while he was at Hogwarts but they were still a perfect fit. He kept them on until his dad walked past his room because he knew that he would have to show one of his parents and he didn't want to go down the stairs and be told to go back up because he knew it would take 30 minutes and his leg would hurt the whole time. "Dad they fit see." Sirius said standing on his good leg just inside his door so that his father could see without him having to move.
"Took you long enough. Get changed and come down to lunch in fifteen minutes."
Sirius changed into ordinary robes wincing slightly as he pulled them on then started for lunch. He hoped down the stairs using the banister to support him again and managed to half hop to the table. He was given a ham and pineapple roll and some milk, he still felt full from the breakfast, which although it wasn't much it had felt like a feast to his small stomach. He managed to eat the roll and drank the milk easily. His parents and brother had already left the room before he had finished so Sirius went to the lounge room afterwards because it was only one floor above the informal dining room which was close to the kitchen. He sat in the chair closest to the door and let his mind go he thought about the fact that the Christmas feast was being held at the Black home and the way he was sure that his parents took it as an opportunity to regain the respect of the purebloods that thought badly of the Blacks because of him getting into Gryffindor. He thought about the way he had been forced to interact with the other 'kids' at every family function and weather or not they would want to interact with him this time and even if their parents would allow them to interact with him. He thought of possible hiding places and optimum positions for snowball fights. He wondered if any grownups would stop anyone from hurting him. And he even wondered what kind of food would be served.
At Dinner Sirius's mum explained their rules for the feast; "Be on your best behavior, be polite to all the kids and if an adult wants anything you give it to them. Right Sirius." Sirius nodded as he knew he was expected to. "And Sirius you have to at least pretend to agree with our ideals, getting into Gryffindor was an unfortunate accident and you would change if you were given the chance. Your loyalties lie with your family first and foremost and if I hear anything about those blood-traitor swine you normally call friends you will be serving the most severe punishment of your life." Sirius mentally noted that but made no indication to show it because he was too annoyed at his mother insulting them.
The morning of the feast Sirius's father healed him and Sirius was glad to be able to look and move as if he had never been injured, by lunch Sirius had his normal apatite back which pleased his mother as her favorite sister and her kids had arrived. Sirius and Regulas opened the door and greeted their cousins and aunty politely. Their cousins greeted them and their aunty greeted Regulas and talked to Sirius's mother "You kept the traitor that got into Gryffindor? I would have thrown him onto the streets."
"I did consider it but he has informed us that it was an accident and that he still believes in our family values." His mother said.
"Is that so?" his aunty asked Sirius skeptically.
"of-cores it is!" Sirius said fairly convincingly remembering his mother's threat.
After lunch the kids had a snowball fight while they waited for the others to arrive, siri and doora verses the rest. They positioned themselves in a tree and while they were making snowballs and waiting for the others to pass near their tree Doora asked siri "hey siri you know what you said in the hall when we got here, you were lying weren't you?"
"Your not like the rest of them are you?"
"Evil prejadus backstabbing bastards? No" 'Doora said
"I was lying. But don't tell anyone."
"no-dar. I knew because if you wanted to get into slytherin you could have asked the hat when it suggested Gryffindor, that's what I did because I didn't want my parents to punish me and hate me and I sort of wanted to make them proud. But I'm over that. How have your parents treated you?"
"alright considering …" siri lied
"Its great that your in Gryffindor though, it means I can trust you, ive been dyihng to tell someone but I cant let them know so you've got to promise not to tell anyone even your friends. ok?"
"yea sure."
"I've met this great guy he's kind and handsome and I'm going out with him, he's the best boyfriend ever."
"they aren't against boyfriends, why cant I tell anyone?"
"he's muggleborn."
"is it serious between you." siri asked
"its getting that way." Doora replied
"then you wont be able to keep it secret for long."
"I know but I don't want to be living at home when the shit hits."
Just as door finished saying that a bunch of snowballs hit Sirius hard and caught him off guard causing him to fall from the tree. Reg Trix and Cissa ran over and covered him in snow Trix forced some up his nose causing him to almost choke on it. Doora showered them all with the snow that was stuck in the tree and pelted them with their collection of snowballs both sides couldn't be bothered making more snowballs so they tackled each other into the snow and tried to rub them into it.