A/N: Ha! My Sirius Black Songfic is complete! None of you though I could do it, did you? Ok, so I didn't really ask anyone, and it wasn't that hard, but whatever. Please R&R, and please no flames!
Disclaimer: Hello, I am J.K. Rowling, and I'd like to say that these characters are completely owned by me, and this plot is mine, and all these ideas are- Seriously you guys can't you figure it out? I'm poor. This stuff isn't mine. Deal with it.
We're not gonna be
Just a part of their
game
We're not gonna be
Just the victims
They're taking our
dreams
And they tear them apart
Till everyone's the same
Sirius Black was going Insane. With a capital 'I'. He flopped down on his bed extremely ungracefully, causing books, clothes, and his Transfiguration essay to scatter across the ground. He was sick of his parents' pureblood rambling! He really couldn't understand why they didn't get it: he wasn't one of them.
Sirius was like his cousin, Andromeda. She was five years older than him, and had been disowned last summer for marrying a muggle-born. Ted Tonks was a very nice fellow, and one of the smartest wizards at school. But Andy's parents had had a fit when they found out about the engagement. She had been disowned within a week.
Sirius secretly envied Andy. She had gotten rid of her family, once and for all. It wouldn't be that easy for Sirius. When he was put in Gryffindor, his parents had been hysterical. Sirius was locked in his room that whole summer, surviving solely on bread and water. His owl was taken away, so he couldn't contact his friends in any way.
That was another reason why Sirius was so different: his friends. All the Blacks were rich, noble people. They made friends with other rich, noble people. So when Sirius became friends with James, he didn't think it was that big a deal. James' family was rich, and his grandfather had been the Minister of Magic for fourteen years. But no, the Potters were 'filthy nasty blood traitors'. And Sirius' other friends, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, were no good either. Remus was a half-blood werewolf, and Peter was as close to a Squib as you could get. Sirius was the family outcast, doomed to a life of loneliness. He sighed and rolled over.
I've got no place to go
I've got no where to
run
They love to watch me fall
They think they know it all
Ugh. Another Black Family Reunion. Two Weeks of talking to nobody but Regulus, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Cissa's fiancée Lucius. Sirius hated these parties. Everybody always stood around talking about what a dissapointment Sirius was, and how the only way to fix him was a marriage to a nice, rich, pureblood girl, most likely Bellatrix.
Bellatrix was probably the worst of the lot. She wasn't ugly, in fact, she was very good-looking. Bella had waist-length, glossy black hair, slanted brown eyes, and sharp features. No, she was very beautiful. But she was so unbelievably stupid. She would tell jokes that nobody would get, and laugh maniacally. She was, like Sirius' parents, a muggle-hater. She teased and hexed the muggle-borns at Hogwarts, including Sirius' sort-of friend, Lily Evans.
It was when he met Lily that Sirius decided his parents were wrong. As a child, he had been told that muggles and muggleborns were ugly, stupid, vile creatures that must be squashed out of existence. Lily was nothing like that. She was even more beautiful than Bellatrix: shiny, gold-red hair, almond-shaped green eyes, pale skin. And she was smart, too. Lily was the second-best in the year, right after James and right before Sirius. She was nice, polite, funny, and brave. And she was muggle-born. Sirius knew there was no way he could agree with his parents after meeting Lily Marie Evans.
I'm a
nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always say
I'm a lost
cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've gotta prove
them wrong
Me against the world
It's me against the world
Regulus was the perfect son. He had been sorted into Slytherin the very second the hat touched his head. Sirius still remembered the look Reggie had given him when he sat next to his cousins at the Slytherin table. It was a look of Superiority, and it clearly said: Well, brother, look who's the perfect one now!
For Sirius hadn't
always been against the family. When he was a kid, before Hogwarts,
he had believed his parent's lies. In fact, at one family reunion,
Andromeda had asked Sirius what he wanted to be when he grew up.
Sirius had replied certainly, "I want to kill all the filthy
muggles on earth!" All of his cousins had applauded and cheered.
Andromeda glared at his scornfully, her eyes welling up with tears.
Sirius had just smiled. We won't let them change
How we
feel in our hearts
We're not gonna let them control us
We won't
let them shove
All their thoughts in our heads
And we'll never
be like them
Sirius laughed as he remembered that day. Andy still loathed him for that. He had been the perfect one, tall, dark-haired, handsome. He was one of the smartest, too. Everyone had expected him to follow the Black motto: Toujours Pur. Always Pure.
Always Pure. Yes,
that was definitely a motto fit for the Blacks. Nobody could marry a
muggle, muggle-born, or half-blood. Therefore, most Blacks married
their cousins. Cissa was lucky enough to marry outside of her family.
Like you could really consider marrying a Malfoy to be lucky.
Originally, she was betrothed to the one and only James Potter. Their
families had broken that one off right quick. The Potters were blood
traitors. I've got no place to go
I've got no where to
run
They love to watch me fall
They think they know it all
Sirius was trapped. Trapped in this life of misery, because of his name. People at school envied him. He was rich, handsome, smart, and his family line was almost completely pure. They didn't know.
At school, Sirius
pretended to be happy. He had his friends. They were popular. People
accepted him. At home, it was a nightmare. He often debated running
away, but he had no where to run to. Nothing important in life. In
fact, Sirius wondered why he was even still alive. There was nothing
here for him. Nothing. I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's
what they always say
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make
it on my own
I'm gonna prove them wrong
It's me against the
world
Me against the world
Sirius stared at his face in the mirror. He looked down, down at the silver knife he held in his right hand. He really wasn't sure what he was doing. Sirius had never really considered suicide before. But now, it seemed like the only escape.
Sirius didn't really enjoy pain. He wanted this to be fast. He held the knife up to his neck and looked once again at the mirror. But it wasn't his reflection. No, a sea of faces swam before him.
Peter. The rat-faced boy gazed at him with watery blue eyes. He frowned slightly, as if wondering why his best friend was holding a blade up to his neck.
Remus. The studious boy's eyes were widened in shock. He frowned slightly, and shook his head. Sirius was sure he was about to start a lecture, but his face was soon replaced.
James. The messy-haired, bespectacled boy cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. He gave Sirius an incredulous look, as if saying, you really want to do this?
Andromeda. She
bit her lip sadly and looked down. Sirius saw tears forming in her
eyes, and he shook his head violently. The faces disappeared, and
Sirius was once again staring into his own reflection. He dropped the
knife with a clatter, and ran from the room. Now I'm sick
of this waiting
So come on and take your shot
You can spit all
your insults
But nothing you say is gonna change us
You can sit
there and judge me
Say what you want to
We'll never let you in
Sirius looked around his room wildly. He ran to the closet, pulled out his school trunk, and started shoving things in. Clothes, books, everything.
Sirius heard a small cough from the doorway. He looked up, startled. Regulus.
"Damn, Sirius, what are you-" Reg started.
His mouth closed and his eyes widened. He let out a gasp of surprise as he realized what was happening. He rushed out of the doorway. Sirius could hear him pounding down the stairs, screaming, "Mum!" But it was too late.
Sirius finally
closed his trunk and hurriedly tied it to his broom. He kicked his
window, shattering the glass, and took of into the night. I'm
a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always said
I'm a lost
cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
Me against the
world
Sirius flew through the cold air for hours. Finally, he spotted the large white house in the distance. He sped towards it and touched down on the grass. For a full five minutes, he lay flat on his back, panting. It was too late to turn back. He stood up, picked up his trunk, and scurried to the front door. He knocked desperately. A House-elf answered, looking wary.
"What is mister Black be doing here this late?" The house-elf asked curiously.
"Look, Twinkle, can I just come in?" Sirius gasped impatiently. The house-elf opened the door wider and let him pass. Sirius entered and collapsed against the wall, still breathing heavily. Twinkle ran upstairs, and returned with a boy trailing behind her.
"Padfoot, what the hell-" The boy started.
Sirius turned his head. "Look, mate, can I stay with you for a while?"
James Potter gave
Sirius a curious look and nodded slowly. When Sirius fell asleep that
night in the Potter's guest room, he smiled contently. He had
escaped. I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they
always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my
own
I've got to prove them wrong
They'll never bring us
down
We'll never fall in line
I'll make it on my own
Me
against the world
