A Dream to Remember
By: DemiDarkKiss
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Characters do not belong to me, and nor do I think this is actually how Sirius' life was but enlighten me I wanted to try this out.
You ever felt intense pain, a pain that never quit hurting, that's what it felt like when I went home every year after school. I would come home to a house, where I wasn't wanted were no one wanted me, I was a disgrace in their eyes because I wasn't like them. A generation of evil wizards and witches, and then I came along the one son that would change the path that the Black family always followed. My father, and his father before me, all Slytherins; my mother a Slytherin herself, hoping one day I would follow in my fathers footsteps. But I was my own person and I was going to choose my own path, so screw them. They didn't control me, and they won't, so when I was sorted. I was sorted into the house my family hate, no not hated; despised. Gryffindor. To piss them off even more, I befriended a group of friends, that I knew my family would hate. I didn't become friends with them just to spit my family. I was attached to them, it angered my parents of course but I didn't give jack shit what they thought.
It was my 5th year when it all turned to shit, and the year I decided to end it all. I went up Christmas break, my first Christmas away from Hogwarts; it might of been a bad idea but my friends were leaving too, and staying at the school by myself didn't seem like much fun, now I wish I would of stayed.
The screaming just continued one scream after another, it was indeed my mother. "Selfish! Spoiled! Brat!" she felt those words best described me. I don't even think she cared anymore about me. I stood in my room, the window slightly open. I walked toward the window and opened it fully, and placed my bare feet on the seal of the window. Looking down at the concrete pavement below me, this was it, my time. I let go of the side of the window, and I felt myself push, my feet fell out from under me and I feel, further down and I hit.
Sirius jerked awake in his bed, sweat clung to his clothing, his breathing hard and almost gone. He placed a hand to his forehead and laid back onto his bed and closed his eyes.
Author Notes: This is a story I had under my old name AprilJ I took it down and re-edited it and made sure it made sense. Here it is edited and everything under my new name DemiDarkKiss.
By: DemiDarkKiss
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Characters do not belong to me, and nor do I think this is actually how Sirius' life was but enlighten me I wanted to try this out.
You ever felt intense pain, a pain that never quit hurting, that's what it felt like when I went home every year after school. I would come home to a house, where I wasn't wanted were no one wanted me, I was a disgrace in their eyes because I wasn't like them. A generation of evil wizards and witches, and then I came along the one son that would change the path that the Black family always followed. My father, and his father before me, all Slytherins; my mother a Slytherin herself, hoping one day I would follow in my fathers footsteps. But I was my own person and I was going to choose my own path, so screw them. They didn't control me, and they won't, so when I was sorted. I was sorted into the house my family hate, no not hated; despised. Gryffindor. To piss them off even more, I befriended a group of friends, that I knew my family would hate. I didn't become friends with them just to spit my family. I was attached to them, it angered my parents of course but I didn't give jack shit what they thought.
It was my 5th year when it all turned to shit, and the year I decided to end it all. I went up Christmas break, my first Christmas away from Hogwarts; it might of been a bad idea but my friends were leaving too, and staying at the school by myself didn't seem like much fun, now I wish I would of stayed.
The screaming just continued one scream after another, it was indeed my mother. "Selfish! Spoiled! Brat!" she felt those words best described me. I don't even think she cared anymore about me. I stood in my room, the window slightly open. I walked toward the window and opened it fully, and placed my bare feet on the seal of the window. Looking down at the concrete pavement below me, this was it, my time. I let go of the side of the window, and I felt myself push, my feet fell out from under me and I feel, further down and I hit.
Sirius jerked awake in his bed, sweat clung to his clothing, his breathing hard and almost gone. He placed a hand to his forehead and laid back onto his bed and closed his eyes.
Author Notes: This is a story I had under my old name AprilJ I took it down and re-edited it and made sure it made sense. Here it is edited and everything under my new name DemiDarkKiss.