A/N: Well I'm back with a new story. And I'll be honest I'm nervous. This is my first serial story so I am a little excited about it. I want to say a big Thank You to hell0lust who's been helping me with my ideas and giving me brilliant ones! And if you haven't already, I vehemently recommend reading her fics because they give me life. I'm happy with all kinds of reviews so if you want to take a bit of time to review, I'm totally down for that. This story is also available on AO3 if you prefer their format.
Also a huuuuge thank you to FairyRave for giving me tips and pointers on Vietnamese language and dress and culture and just being a genuinely nice person for schooling me on what's what.
This is my take on Sirius' eleventh birthday - from start to finish. It starts out pretty T-Rated but it will darker as it goes on.
Warnings: Dark Themes, Insinuations of Abuse, Incest, Rape.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognisable unfortunately, only the plot.
Sirius moaned and turned over in bed, his face hitting warm, golden light. The white light of the cold November morning cast a golden streak across the room through a gap in the curtains. He groaned again and opened his eyes against the harsh brightness. He sat up, bringing his fists to his eyes, rubbing away the fatigue.
He blinked a few times before a bang from the end of the corridor outside startled him completely awake. His brows furrowed as he heard loud footsteps stomping toward his door.
The door burst open and Regulus hurtled in, jumping up onto the King-sized bed.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Regulus near enough screamed in Sirius' ear.
"Shhhh!" Sirius said despite the grin that stretched the width of his face. "Are you mad? You'll wake Mother and Father." He said, chuckling at his brother's enthusiasm before he had finished the sentence.
Regulus sat back on his heels. "What are you talking about? They're already awake!"
Sirius' brows furrowed together for a second time that morning. "But it's only—" He stopped to check the clock on his bedside table. "7:32? You woke me at 7:32 in the morning?"
Regulus arched an eyebrow. "You were already awake! And Father's in the kitchen. I expect Mother is still doing her hair or make up or something." He watched as Sirius made to get up, out of the bed.
Sirius stepped into his slippers and went over to the black, polished dresser. "You'd best get dressed too, you know. I can't imagine Mother being happy to find you still in your pyjamas." He shot a warning look at his brother and Regulus' smile faltered slightly.
Regulus' expression cleared quickly however and he gave a dramatic sigh and flung himself at Sirius pillows. "Fine. If I must." The corners of his mouth turned up slightly upon hearing Sirius' laugh.
He got up to his feet and jumped off of the bed, trotting happily out the door.
Sirius sighed and continued to take a waistcoat and tie out of the drawer. He was interrupted when two small arms came around his middle. It took a moment to register that Regulus had come back to hug him. He turned and hugged Regulus tightly to him.
"Happy Birthday Sirius!"
And Regulus left the room. Sirius watched the now empty doorway after him, a smile on his face. He turned once again to the ornate dresser. Unbuttoning the silk pyjama shirt and slipping his arms into the sleeves of his white dress shirt.
"Kreacher." He spoke aloud to the empty room as he pulled some dress trousers to his hips.
The house elf apparated behind him with a crack. "Young master is needing Kreacher?"
"Make the bed and tidy up." Sirius said shortly as he tucked the shirt into the waistband of his trousers.
The elf gave Sirius a disgusted look but got to work with a very forced "Anything young master wishes."
Sirius smirked at the elf, knowing Kreacher hated being beneath Sirius. He continued to tie his tie and buttoned his waistcoat. He slipped on some dress shoes, slid both hands through his slightly-too-long hair and shook out the curls that fell to the bottom. He looked in the mirror in front of him and arched a brow at his appearance.
"Your reflection isn't going to talk back to you, child."
The cocky grin immediately fell from his face and his shoulders unconsciously straitened as he looked at his mother in the reflection.
"Mother. I wasn't aware you were there."
Walburga Black stood in the doorway to Sirius' room. A corsetted bust pulled her small waist in tighter and pushed her breasts further up her chest. Her neck was covered with a high silk collar and fastened tightly with a pearly button. Long sleeves covered her upper arms and black lace gloves adorned her hands. Long, black silks trailed down to the floor in a wizarding mock of the áo dài, slim and fitting to her small form. Her hair was pulled into an intricate chignon at the back of her head and pale face was only enhanced with dark make up. Sirius thought if it wasn't for the bone chilling look in her eyes, she might look pretty.
"Well, it's your eleventh birthday." She said as she walked over to him slowly. She bent in front of him, opened his waistcoat and and started to retie his tie. "A large barn owl has dropped off a letter with your name on it."
At her words, Sirius looked up at her, excitement in his eyes.
She looked back at him and Sirius saw the corner of her mouth turn up slightly. She finished tying his tie and re-buttoned his waistcoat. She looked at him meaningfully for a moment. "You'll make your Father and I proud." She said, her tone almost challenging him to do otherwise.
He raised his chin defiantly and chose his words carefully. "I'll start by opening that letter then."
She stood, seemingly satisfied, turned and left the room. Sirius heard her footsteps retreating back into the hallway before the clicking of her heals disappeared at the stairs.
He let out a breath, he hadn't realised he'd been holding.
Another crack startled him as Kreacher, finished with his work, apparated back to the kitchen.
With one last look at his reflection in the mirror, he headed for the door too.
A/N: A short chapter to start off. What do you think?
áo dài - a Vietnamese national dress typically worn by women. It is usually worn with trousers beneath but being that British wizards don't wear typically British clothing (instead opting for wizarding robes) I decided that Vietnamese wizards would have their own clothes too. So instead it is more dress like? I guess?
If you are Vietnamese or of Vietnamese heritage or have a wider understanding of traditional Vietnamese dress, please talk to me. Tell me where I'm wrong (god knows I probably am) and help me make the Vietnamese Blacks more authentic.