Sirius was a lonely child. He could not wait for his invitation to Hogwarts so he could leave his dreary house. He walked past the kitchen and heard his parents talking. "I wish Sirius would wake up and stop talking to the muggles in the street. It's disturbing to watch." Sirius sighed. His parents were always disappointed no matter what he did. He walked on past Kreacher. Sirius glared at Kreacher. Last time Sirius's parents argued with Sirius, Kreacher had taken opposite sides to him. Regulus was the one that everyone loved. The star of the family. Not that Sirius cared, He hated his family. The sooner he left to Hogwarts the better.
Sirius climbed the stairs to his room. He thumped onto his bed with a bitter feeling of hate to everyone. Of course everyone had forgotten today was his birthday. No "Happy Birthday Song" had been directed to him. No one gave him cake. No one brought him a present. Nothing. Suddenly, a loud tapping on his window disturbed his sulks. An owl with a letter was waiting for him. The letter was addressed to him and it said:
To Mr Sirius Black,
His bedroom sulking, 12 Grimwauld place.
Dear Mr Sirius Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the dates for which shall be July advised. Please ensure that the outmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith. We very much look forward to receiving you as part of the new generation of Hogwart's heritage.
Draco Dormiens Numquam Tittilandus
Prof McGonagall.
Sirius's heart thumped in his chest. He would soon be leaving this horror he had grown up in. He would be far away from his dissatisfied parents and the grouchy house elf Kreacher. He would be on the train and meeting people who weren't in Slytherin. He smiled, his birthday wasn't that bad after all.