Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to JKR and I'm just borrowing them for the duration of this ficlet. The Song is Kenny Rogers' "If I Were A Painting"
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine hand.
Sirius pressed his forehead against the cool dark wood of his bedroom door, his ears still ringing with his mother's words. Despite how much he had prepared himself for his first summer holiday and the inevitable animosity that would no doubt make for a less than relaxing summer. Nothing though, could have prepared him for the cool detachment in his mother's eyes when she had retrieved him from King's Cross. He'd known things were going to change. How could they not after all? Now he longed for the cold neutrality that had vanished the moment they had arrived at 12 Grimauld Place.
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist would have to be you.
Even though his mother could be flat-out cruel at times she had never resorted to physical means to punish him so the biting slap to his face had come as more than a shock. He pressed a hand to his burning cheek and told himself he didn't care. He had James and Remus and Peter, he told himself that he didn't need anyone else. He was a Gryffindor now, the house of scarlet and gold was all the family he needed.
I imagine the colors
Would all run together
If you ever allowed me to cry
So don't paint the tears
Just let me remember meWithout you in my eyes.
He pushed himself away from the door and threw himself onto his bed. Anger welled up inside him and he punched his curled fist into the pillow. It wasn't fair! She was supposed to tell him that everything was okay. That she loved him and she was proud of him. She was supposed to hold him close and tell him that he could always come to her. That's what mums were supposed to do. Like she had done before he had been sent to Hogwarts.
It's only the frame
That holds me together
Or else I would be falling apart
If I were a painting
I wouldn't feel
And you wouldn't be breaking my heart...
And so Sirius Black did the only thing he could do. He cried and wished for his mum.
A/N: My grandfather died today so I figured I'd pour my dark mood into something productive. Feedback would be muchly appreciated.