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Chapter 1: Home for the Holidays
Sirius Black was always the outcast of his family. He had a controlling and vindictive mother, a malicious and violent father, and an adored and overindulged brother. He hated his family and all their pureblood mania.
Everyone in his family that had passed through Hogwarts had been a Slytherin; Sirius was a Gryffindor.
His friends consisted of other pureblood Gryffindors, werewolves, and muggleborns and consequently labeled him a 'bloodtraitor'.
Sirius lay on his bed that had always been too big for him, and stared up at the high ceiling.
Sighing, he rolled off and his feet hit the floor. He pulled himself up and dragged his body in front of his bathroom mirror.
Looking back at him, he saw a sixteen year-old boy with piercing grey eyes and black hair, just like the rest of his family. He saw the scars of his childhood that had always been punishment for acting the way he believed to be right. He saw the broad shoulders and thin waist that accompanied all the men in his family.
On the surface, he saw a Black and any onlooker would have seen exactly the same thing.
But as Sirius continued to stare, he began to see more of what he really was.
He saw his strong arms and muscular torso that came from years of Quiddich training and hard work. The level of labor and commitment he put into maintaining a healthy body was enough to turn up any Black's nose. He saw the muggle tattoo stained onto his left shoulder; 'The Marauders: tied together with sacred bonds' it read. He saw someone that was loyal and true to his friends as well as himself. He saw an authentic Gryffindor.
But standing in front of the mirror, he found it a lot harder to concentrate on the good that he saw. Most of his attention was focused on the darkness that seemed to engulf him.
He ran his left hand over his bare chest, over the long, white scar that lay almost six inches in length. Such wounds from his childhood ran a lot deeper than the surface. They had entwined themselves in his very being, defining him as the person that he was.
Sirius got changed out of the tracksuit pants he had slept in and into a pair of fitted, black jeans and a white t-shirt.
Deciding that eight O'clock in the morning was far too early to face his family, he resolved to get started on some of his holiday homework. He pulled his Potions book out of his bookshelf and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, ready to get started on his essay regarding the uses and effects of Asphodel in the Draught of Living Death.
But before his quill had even touched the paper, a light tapping at his window caught his attention. Pushing back his chair, Sirius got up and moved to the window to let his owl inside. It was completely black in color, and he had named it Godric Gryffindor more in spite of his parents than anything else.
Godric dropped a letter onto Sirius' bed and flew back out the window. Sitting on his bed, he opened the note and read it.
It was from his best friend, James Potter. The letter had been sent in the attempt to bring comfort and enjoyment, but instead served as a reminder that there was still a whole month left of the summer holidays before he would be able to return to Hogwarts, his real home.
Sirius sighed and put the letter on his bedside table; he would reply later. Not really in the mood for doing any homework, he lay down on his bed once again and went back to staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.
He remained like that until well into the afternoon when he was ushered downstairs and urged to get ready for the dinner his parents were throwing that night for their pureblood friends.
Sirius Black was not like his family in anyway but one. They were tied together by a single likeliness; deep down inside the vaults of their hearts, they were not happy.
Peridatrumeva Miller, known to her family as Peri but to everyone else as Eva, hated most aspects of her life. She hated her name, she hated her family, and she hated the society in which she lived.
Eva hated her name because it was long, horrible and sounded positively evil.
Eva hated her family because they were all diehard purebloods.
Eva hated the society that she lived in because it promoted such pureblood obsession and discriminated of all sorts.
It was only a month into summer holidays and she had already had enough. She was dying for term to start so she could finally go to Hogwarts. She had wanted to go to there in the first place, but her mother had insisted she attend a posh finishing school in Switzerland. She hadn't been happy about going there, and finally at the end of her fifth year she was expelled and forced to move to another school. The Hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, much to her delight and her parents' displeasure, was the only person willing to accept such a 'troublesome student'.
She rolled over in her bed and looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was almost noon.
Begrudgingly, Eva rolled out of her snuggly warm bed and went to the bathroom to shower and freshen up. With a groan she remembered that tonight she was expected to dress up and be present at another pureblood dinner. That meant only two things: dressing up and acting disgustingly fake. These were two things that Eva despised.
After rinsing toothpaste out of her mouth, she looked in her bathroom mirror.
Her soft, brown hair curled lightly and was cut to just bellow shoulder length. It fell elegantly on the sides, framing her face. She had big, blue eyes accompanied with long, black eyelashes. Her bright porcelain skin was spotted with freckles and contrasted heavily with her full, red lips.
She smiled at her reflection, revealing a mouth of dazzling white teeth.
She went back into her bedroom to get dressed. Opening up her wardrobe she picked out a pair of tight, blue jeans and loose, pale green t-shirt. She draped a long necklace of large, red beads around her neck and combed her hair.
Getting expelled from a school certainly had its benefits: she had no holiday homework.
Thinking she could get away with avoiding her family for at least another three hours, Eva started to busy herself by cleaning her bedroom but unfortunately this took barely fifteen minutes considering her room was quite tidy to begin with.
She went over to her desk and picked up the two letters that were sitting on it. One was from Professor Dumbledore, the other a pureblood 'friend' from her old school.
A surprisingly large clang emitted from her metal wastebasket as the letter made contact with it. She carried the other letter to her bed and sat down to read it for the umpteenth time.
Just reading the headmaster's words made her excited. Hogwarts was a school known for its diverse range of pupils. She would no longer be stuck with a heap of purebloods where she stood out like a sore thumb. Eva smiled at the mere prospect of actually gaining some friends that liked her for who she was, and not who her family was.
As she lay on her bed, daydreaming, all thoughts of the upcoming dinner were pushed to the back of her mind, and Hogwarts was all that filled her thoughts.
For once in her long and miserable life, Eva Miller wasn't unhappy. Her life was soon about to take a change for the better.
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