EPIC Fail!!!!

This is my failed attempt at writting a sirius black fanfic. Trust me, it's harder than it looks, well, to make a good one anyways, Siriusly. Edited by Sora Issabella Lupin-Black, my absolute best friend and fanfiction idol.

Thanks for all your support Sora!!!

P.S Everything that is in in italics is the editor being herself, awesome.

Sirius Black: Why I Ran Away From Home

Chapter: 1

Again, crappy story, no excuss this time, yada yada yada...

P.S. Sirius Black: The love of his life is soooo much better than this... I think... you decide! Plz review, no flames yada yada yada...

is this really needed?
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The house was extremely silent, silent enough to hear my own breathing.

I knew I had to be careful, with the house this quiet I couldn't afford to make a sound. l

yes, we know it's quiet NOW.

If it's eternal hell, it's kinda gotta be !
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If they found out what I was doing I would be stuck in this eternal hell forever.

moody much? "Constant vigilance!"
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I quickly and vigilantly began to fit myself through the already open window in my room.

I knew that the moment I left the Black family property bounderies, my mother would find out because of her protective charm, so, quickly, I stopped exiting through my window and began sneakily fast walking out of my room.

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HOLY RUN-ON SENTENCE, BATMAN!

After a few minutes, I began to see the door that lead to our frontyard.

I think you mean "Urge". and most urges are sudden, really.

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I suddenly developed an erge to just go all out and shoot off running, not caring that I would alert mother of my, escape, but I had a more dominant erge to stop by our family tree room. Again, with the run on sentences!

I felt as though there was some unfinished buissness to attend to in there.

As I walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was my face and name on one of the branches.

I stared at it pointlessly for what felt like hours, then, almost instinctively, I drew my wand and whispered "incendium!" which sounds creepishly like "dissendium", which was the password to the honeydukes cellar, and has absolutely NOTHING to do with fire. Pssst: try Lacanam Inflamare. sound good, looks good, and hermione uses it to save harry from his jinxed broom.

Suddenly, my picture and name burnt within the time it took me to blink and notice the ashes that fell to the ground. Because he wasn't expecting that.

A symball that signifies that I truly am out of their lives.

Now I felt complete, as if all work and buissness was done.

And now I could truly leave, knowing that all I've wanted done is done.I truly think you've said "buisness" and "truly" enough already.

I made it to the door and unlocked it silently, the last thing I wanted was for Kreature to spot or hear me and go off telling mother.

you spelled it wrong!!! *sobs*

But at this stage in my sweet escape it was too late for anyone to stop me.

you've been very indesicive during this. you keep boucing back beetween "I don't want to get caught", and "I don't care if i get caught" quite a bit.

Besides, mother would probably be cheering to hear that I ran away from home and destroyed my picture to finalize my decision. uh, didn't you already say that? twice?

I did her work for her. i think you've said that, too.

I quickly slipped out of the house and closed the door behind me.

I ran out of the yard, away from #13 Grimmauld Place. FAIL!!!!!

I pretty much had everthing I needed to survive, my mother's money, my clothes and my wand.

I was free.

But where would I go? Where would I sleep? Where would I run?

I would go to the Potter's, but would they accept me into their family?

Of course they would, after all, I was always welcome there.

Indecisive much?????