This is a thing which I ended up writing purely because I had a moment where I wanted to slash. So here you go a Blackcest between a 15 year old Siri and 19 year old Andi (I adjusted the years slightly to lower the age gap) that barely anyone has and will ever write about.
Sirius/Andromeda Black.
– Smut Smut Smuttity Smut in the next chapter.
Or is it Blackcest? Since they're both disowned. . . Maybe I should call it disownmentcest.
You have been warned.
Please ROR
The wind is wicked when enveloped in night. He could hear the foliage dance in a rage of resistance much like his own soul. Each individual leaf was mocking the evening in an exercise of defiance. The rain is distinctly sharp, like shards of glass falling and shattering into thousands of tiny pieces. The sound cut his senses like thorns from some phantom thicket of blackness. The downpour was tormenting his every thought it was as though it knew what was coming for him. The rain rapped against the large framed window with an antagonizing rhythm of hellish persistency. A flash of lightning had shed a moment of clarity. Sirius could see that he was no longer in a safe sanctuary of haven with his friends instead being within the evil crypt which served as a home. What fool would place the living among the dead? His family were dead or at least to him, they'd given him everything and yet nothing. There's a reason Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, unlike his Slytherin brother and cousins; he never had to learn to be cunning and ambitious, because unlike the daughters and the second-born son, who had to fight to be noticed and fight for their own destinies and agency, he was the perfect firstborn son that was given everything to him on a silver plate - he never learnt what ambition meant. It led to his nihilistic rebellion, searching for something else to construct himself around, because he never had to fight for his family's loyalty, and thus the family's own laws unto themselves meant far less to him, and, to his family's own disappointment, he discovered the Marauders instead.
The storm continued to rage on and no one had come for him yet but Sirius knew they were discussing his fate just below the floorboards which he was sat upon now. But what was Sirius Black? A rebellious teenager, unruly, uncaring? No Sirius Black was a vicious and twisted soul one with a sick fascination with his eldest cousin and the way that she thought and worked. This occasionally stretching to his second – eldest cousin Andromeda who had been disowned upon graduating Hogwarts she had chosen a Muggle-Born over family and that was what Sirius was contemplating right now. Ever since his sorting his family had started to hate on him, his youngest cousin was still the same, Andromeda was kind and made no attempt to hate him for being a Gryffindor whereas his eldest cousin had hunted him down in the middle of the night and ended up crucioing him within an inch of his life. Tonight there would be a repeat but not until he'd been whipped he knew that much was to come and upon hearing the sound of heavy footfalls on the staircase Sirius rose from his seated position on the floor straightening his white shirt and staring straight at the door when it opened to reveal the bulking figure of his father then. He didn't show and fear as he looked up at the bigger man who crossed the room in a few strides. "Boy get downstairs." The order was said in a tone that showed it wasn't going to be said twice. Slowly Sirius drew himself up and headed down the stairs then he walked at a pace slow and steady like a Death March. But this was his death march wasn't it? Sirius Black wouldn't exist from now on he'd just be some unknown with nothing to his name.
Sirius Black the fifteen year old at school was known more commonly as Padfoot due to the year before having learnt the art of Animagi. He adored his animal form finding comfort in being able to escape his usual life. He had friends, James, Peter and Remus – Remus whom they had learnt the arts of becoming Animagi to keep him company during the full moon. However at school he was also known as the 'most sensational fuck out of every house' to which he proudly took. Everyone knew him and every girl doted to be the one he chose to have on his arm. Of course he only had eyes for one girl . . . No woman although it could be two. . . That was where things got tricky since the two women were well. . . His cousins; he knew of his family's inbreeding and of course knew full well that in their eyes so long as the blood was pure there was nothing that was deemed wrong. His mind had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed being directed to the back door and outside to the station his father had specially built for his punishment. His mother stood on the porch her hand resting on his younger brother's shoulder whilst his father towed Sirius towards the post tossing him down to his knees in the mud before tying his wrists up and without another word turned and walked away back to the porch where the whip was kept for these kinds of situations. Sirius had the week before been out consorting with his friends and had returned before painting his entire room with the Gryffindor colours of red and gold even changing his bedcovers to a deep burgundy. This. . . Was the last straw for his parents. They had made the decision that Sirius was beyond their guidance and that under the pressure of being surrounded by bad influences he had cracked and that was something a Black should never do.
His father gripped the whip drawing it back and cracking it down for good measure then the mud beside Sirius flew up hitting him on the side of his face he was filth in their eyes and this was how filth was treated. This wasn't the first time Sirius had been whipped by his mother and father there had been many an occasion when it'd happened he bore welt marks over his skin which had never gone away merely faded over time. However the way Sirius was now tied left his entire back and his arms at the mercy of the whip now wielded by his father. He didn't know how long it was going to go on for but he heard the crack and soon enough felt the leather come into contact with his body. The force shredded his shirt and hit his skin it wasn't hard enough to break the skin. . . Not yet at least. Sirius however made no sound digging deep gritting his teeth and just staying silent the only sound being the rain and this broken by the whip every time it cracked out onto his back attacking like some angry beast or Snake fitting for his family. Although not even the grand Sirius Black could withstand silence when the whip came into contact with his skin for he seventeenth time. The warm, crimson blood amid heart-rending shrieks from Sirius, and horrid oaths from the attacker came dripping to the floor. Twenty lashes on Sirius' back was a bloodied mess his shirt torn and soaked with his own blood. Stained with what they only saw as a waste of life something that could've been so great having become so . . .Well corrupted. In their view it was his cousin Andromeda that had done it. It was true. . . His cousin had planted the idea there and occasionally hinted that it would be for the best if he ran away.
His vision had gone blurry and after a moment he looked up but suddenly he realised he wasn't knelt in mud. . . He was at Hogwarts two years prior.
The dense odour of smoke permeated through the air, wafting through the eerily soundless room of requirement he was alone just like he always was when he came here. However the fire was doing very little to quench the constant cold which radiated through the room. A figure stood before the vast, ornate fireplace; a decanter filled with a liquor of deep burgundy in one hand, a cigarette in the other. Every so often the figure would bring the burning tobacco to his lips; inhaling in such a nonchalant manner that one would assume he could not even be bothered to exhale the poisonous smoke. He appeared the epitome of apathetic indifference; not a single thing would disturb the terrifyingly serene thirteen year old Sirius Black but that was just it something was disturbing him.
His dark lashes blinked furiously at the bright flames before him; his jaw tightening as he came to from the thoughts which had inhabited the recesses of his mind. Hours had passed it seemed since he had abandoned his previous entertainment for the evening; a blonde sixth year oh-so ready to give him the very innocence her parents were surely intending to sell to the highest bidder, for a pathetic excuse of a marriage, in a few years time. She was surely ruined; her purity stolen, tainted, and soiled. Used, and useless in the same turn. The very thought brought a smirk to Sirius' lips. He had the left the girl in the confines of her bedroom; broken and sore, pleading for him to stay. An hour or two of her presence had been enough for him; he had gotten precisely what he wished a distraction from his thought but when they returned he tossed her aside.
In four years the battlements of Hogwarts would no longer be able to keep Sirius at bay. He would be free to pursue his one true calling; his birthright, duty. But that was just it. . . His brithright was to be the perfect heir to marry and become a Death Eater like his brother was on the way to be. He'd already failed the first day he laid foot here the day that hat went on his head and called out the damning name of Gryffindor.
With a flick of his fingers, the cigarette flew into the burning embers; the flames engorged it instantly. The night was ticking away; the morning dawn would break soon, signalling another day. Another day of monotonous and useless learning; another day surrounded by moronic, temperamental children; another day entrapped in his hellish surroundings. The bitter liquid that had previously occupied the decanter slipped down Sirius' throat, leaving a scalding sensation.
"Cheers, to a night of dreams within dreams." It was then that he heard the voice from behind him, the sound of Andromeda his five year senior cousin who in everyone's eyes was the epitome of what a Black should be. Andie was in her final year of Hogwarts, she was planning to leave and he knew she wasn't just going to leave school but their family as well. Andromeda had dark hair, darkened eyes and pale skin she looked almost identical to her elder sister if you didn't know their personalities you could've been fooled but Sirius had never been. Andromeda stood chewing on her bottom lip, it wasn't the first time she'd asked him to come with her and it wasn't the last he knew of it. She wanted to keep him as her link to the family so that not every family member had deserted her he knew that and he understood but there was too much at stake for him to go with her. The words that left her lips were the same as always. "Follow me?" Ever so simple and yet so damning. Turning with a sigh decanter in hand his dark eyes swept over her then he paused before shaking his head then frowning so much that his forehead creased. He couldn't follow her, The Black residence was his home . . . No matter what; he belonged there with his family. . . But they weren't. . . They more than once made it quite clear he wasn't wanted. Sirius was never one to show his emotions on his face but usually could be read better through his eyes and right now they were full of sadness. "I can't. . . I can't Andie. I'd have nowhere to go. . . James is having issues with his mother about school and you leaving will be a big enough issue. . . Where would I go Andie?" He asked seriously there was no way he'd do it he knew that. "I can't follow you when I'd end up alone." He murmured quietly.
If anyone knew it was Andromeda who knew how the Blacks reacted to anything that wasn't as they expected. She was a blood traitor; she was going to be disowned for it. But Sirius was as well, the only Lion in a house of Snakes. He was their Pureblood heir, but would it matter? How much more could he manage to get away with? How much more would it take before they disowned him too? He knew she cared too much for him and didn't want to let him go through that as well. "Come with me, Siri. I'll help you, I promise" He was the only family that would talk to her and even consider her family although of course the others didn't know yet but she'd always been the slightly odd one out. "They'll turn on you as well... You're friends, Siri" She had dropped her gaze from his own not wanting to upset him "You're as much a blood traitor as I am" Looking up, her brown eyes meeting his now she had looked pleading. How could she leave him to this? "Come with me?"
He shifted his weight leaning onto his other foot having to ease the weight from one to the other not being able to keep still for long on either foot. Slowly he folded his arms over his chest he knew he'd ruined his family's name but what was it all for? What did he want from his life? To be a Death Eater and kill those like James? No. . . . But he didn't want to give up his brother. . . Despite their outward fighting there was a bond there. His dark eyes snapped up to her face then. "Andi I can't. . . You're leaving and so you'll be a target it's hard enough as it is for you. . . Plus I'd just be painting an even bigger target on your back!" He exclaimed in that moment then. "They've already turned on me the first day that hat damned me to Gryffindor." He said shortly then. "My friends will be fine. . . My friends suffer enough as it is already." He murmured before sighing thinking to Remus' monthly transformations, however to the mention of being a blood traitor he growled wanting to make some comment about how he hadn't just gone off and married someone but he held his tongue. "I can't Andi. What about my brother? Who's going to look out for him when he becomes a Death Eater?" He asked quietly then now it was his turn to drop his gaze away from her eyes he couldn't look at her. She was strong but was he strong enough to walk out on everything he might say to loathe but secretly love?
The memory ceased as the final crack of the whip sliced through the air and landed upon his back. Slumping forwards Sirius' shoulders gave out trying to support him upright and his knees slipped in the mud causing him to land face first in the sludge. He wanted to have a moment just to say goodbye to his brother but that moment never came. . . Bloodied and bruised Sirius was uncut slipping further into the mud where he laid the rain pelting down on his skin. He didn't feel it though Sirius was numb to it all his brain was working in slow motion and everything was moving in slow motion. He'd shown his weakness he'd broken under the lashings and he could feel the sting of the wounds on his back. He heard a crash and looked up in just enough time to see his trunk tossed out of the door and land in a mud puddle just down from the porch. Gripping the post he'd just been lashed to he dragged himself up to his feet rather ungraciously his legs felt weak and upon seeing the welts on his arms he realised the whip had gotten to them as well as his back and neck. The fabric on his back was the last thing on his mind it stuck to the gaping wounds that slashed and criss-crossed from his fifty lashings. It was amazing he hadn't blacked out from the force of it all although he stumbled through the mud landing heavily on his chest. A pale and trembling hand gripped the handle of his trunk which had been extended to include everything that had been in his room. Slowly Sirius turned and set off down the drive in the direction of a small clearing where he had his one last prized possession.
He dragged his trunk through the brambles and thorns that usually were so easy to get through but today even nature hated him. His feet kept getting stuck and it made moving a nightmare. By the time he finally reached his shed his face was scratched along with his sides, legs and arms. But Sirius couldn't feel anything he was now one of the dead leaving the world of the living. There was no reason to him being here slowly wheeling his Rocket III Roadster from the shed he loaded his trunk into the side-car before grabbing his jacket and helmet. Moving the goggles down over his eyes he turned his attention to the bike putting the key. Turning on the fuel and ignition before pulling the enriching lever then. Holding the plunger down waiting until the carburetor flooded before opening the throttle before kick-starting the engine into life. It hummed and he twisted the throttle setting off away from the mansion down the forest track. Upon gaining enough speed he kicked a few pedals and levers he'd added to the bike before flicking the flight mode and the front wheel began to rise up off of the ground soon followed by the back. He shot up into the sky and despite the biting wind that chilled him to the bone he continued before adjusting his course for his second eldest cousin's cottage. . .
I forget I should put a dedication here to Andrømedä Viølettä Tønks who in fact is the main inspiration behind the flashback sequence here. Good friends are a real gift when you have a writer's block moment. Thanks for sceneing that through with me.