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puffs as you will see at the end of the chapter. Most likely this will be
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters, nor do I own Cocoa Puffs. I also took the title of this fiction from a published book. Don't sue me, trust me, you won't make any money cause well I'm broke!
"And I tell you, these idiotic muggles never looked so surprised," his aunts voice echoed through the hollow halls of the house of Black. Sirius turned a deaf ear to their drabble.
"Damn family," he mumbled under his breath. It was so short and blunt, yet it described his feelings, and his family, perfectly. The suitcase that was thrown carelessly onto his bed slammed shut enclosing a few crinkled, yet expensive robes.
Sirius, in just about every girls' opinion who had set eyes on him, was a rather striking young lad. He had long raven black hair, silky and smooth, just as his mother's was. His hair was grown out a bit, and fell carelessly into his eyes, giving him a tormented soul kind of look. His hair was the one pleasant thing he had inherited from his mother. The rest of his features he had received from his father. His oddly soft black eyes that falsely seemed to give you a glimpse into his soul. In truth, there really wasn't anyone who had seen the real Sirius, apart from his best mate, James Potter, a foolhardy Gryffindor like himself. They had connected immediately. His cheek bones were sharp, looking as if they could cut through diamonds, his skin was rather smooth as he had just shaved maybe a half an hour ago.
The weather outside seemed to match his mood perfectly. Infuriated bolts of lightning struck down as rain drenched Sirius's upper-end neighborhood. He clutched his cleansweep400 as his other hand flung open the double hung window. His stomach fluttered, but another retort from his aunt finalized his decision. With a swish he flew from the window and out of the his house forever, or at least for the fourteen or so years.
Meanwhile, downstairs, his mother was chatting along with his aunt, Elladora. Elladora's nose twitched a bit, she had heard a noise coming from somewhere upstairs.
"What do you suppose that was?" It seemed Mrs. Black had heard the racket also.
"It was most likely that son of yours. He's the only other one in the house. He probably blew himself up or something," her voice was stale and cold.
"Well maybe we should check, if it was an explosion, we wouldn't want the house being burned down in a fire, now would we?" She smiled maliciously, ever since Sirius had been placed in Gryffindor and had turned against her views she had disowned him as her son and only had supported him to show herself to society as a caring mother. Slowly, she hoisted herself up out of the chair as Elladora did the same.
Together, they walked down the hall, up the tall stairway, down another hall, turned left at the corner, and walked a little farther down that hall, till they came to Sirius's bedroom. Without bothering to knock they shoved the door open and craned their long necks to stick their heads in the door.
"My my, it seems he's finally flown the coop. So tell me, what'll be the story about him this time? Advanced classes all year round at Hogwarts perhaps?" Elladora spoke with such despicable airs, that Mrs. Black may have been compelled to slap her then and there, had she not agreed with the woman so much. Instead, she just tossed back her sleek black hair and twitched her lip, as if she was deciding what to do.
"No, I fear we'll have to go out after him," she sighed sorrowfully as a mother should never do when speaking of her son. "The reckless boy just has to make things so difficult. I mean, if he wanted to run away, he could at least have had the courtesy to wait till I'm not entertaining company."
A sudden breeze tore through the thin, sheer curtains of the opened window. "Oh well, I guess we know how he made his escape." Elladora replied, with a gesture towards the empty space where his broom was normally kept.
"Accio broom!" Mrs. Black shouted out of seeming nowhere. It was accompanied by a flick of her wrist and wand. Within ten seconds, a sophisticated looking broom swept up next to her, and she clung to it with her free hand, as the other replaced her wand. "I'll be off then, most likely he's headed north towards his one friend's house. What was his name again? Ah never mind." Once again, without much notice, she floated out the window as Sirius had done just minutes before.
The rain drenched Sirius's clothes and whipped at his face, but he still continued on. He could never go home. Home wasn't even home anymore. Ever since he had realized who his family really was, home was nowhere. The tears of the sky began to combine with the tears of his eyes, he couldn't turn back. Never, never, never. His family was so empty, so chaotic, so distant. They weren't even family. Strangers, that's what they were. Just people he happened to share space with. They had never loved or cared for him, so he would deal with them no longer. With a sigh he held back his tears and leaned down lower on his broom in order to increase his speed. The rain pelted him harder, faster, lightning struck from a cloud just behind and above him, but he didn't care. The clouds could strike him dead if they wanted to, it would make his family happy, after all, a funeral was a brilliant occasion to spread their reaches in society. Maybe the minister would attend, he would pity the Black's for their horrible loss, maybe give them a position in the ministry? Sirius laughed at this thought. It was an odd, bittersweet laugh. Maybe he'd finally cracked. Yes, that was it, here he was out in the middle of a lightning storm and he was laughing.
"Sirius, you really are daft," He chuckled to himself. He was getting closer to James's house, a warm abode, filled with love and care. James's parents had always treated him like a third son whenever he had visited and he was sure they'd do the same now, after the shock of having to house a runaway, that is.
His ears caught the sound of someone tracking him. Yes, there was definitely someone following him. Maybe his mother had decided to chase after him after all. It made sense, what would her friends think if they knew that her son had run away?
The decisive boy made a quick, evasive maneuver that caused him to spin off to his right. His hand clung to his wand and for a moment he considered performing the Lumos charm so he could identify the figure, which was, no doubt, his mother, or perhaps one of the house elves had been commanded to go after him instead. That didn't matter now, all that mattered was that he'd get far, far away from his wretched home.
Going back to the Lumos charm, Sirius spoke under his breath, "No, that would give me away. Come on, there has to be a way." Several plans streamed through his head none of which were worthy of consideration. The rain ran swiftly down his face, cooling the sores that they themselves had just made moments ago when they violently stuck him. His robes, drenched by the continuous showers, clung lightly to his skin as their hems waved furiously with the wind.
His eyes darted down. The enigmatic streets of London past hurriedly below him. That was it. He'd lose his stalker down below in the dark alleyways. His hands sunk forward, pushing him down on the broom and plummeting him towards the ground.
"Bloody hell, where's that boy going to?!" groaned Mrs. Black a tad too audibly for her comfort. But, she just brushed it off and followed suit, plunging down into the dark abyss of the city at night.
Sirius gracefully leapt off his broom and sprinted down the road into a small alleyway. It was an unfortunate risk, landing in the middle of a muggle road, even with the deserted state of the streets he was on and the pitch black of a moonless night.
He dodged around a corner, silent as a shadow. For that was all he was for now, empty and alone, without heart or mind, only a will. A will that was now forcing him to forge on with his endeavor.
He could hear his mother's tap as her shoes clinked against the age- old cobblestone. His mind drifted for a moment. How long had this cobblestone been here? How many generations before him had it stood against? But quickly his mind was tore away from his thoughts, and he returned, once more, to his shadow state of mind.
Desperately, he tried to slow his heavy breathing, but it seemed the throbbing of his chest would never cease nor falter. Closer and closer and closer stepped his mother. " "Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk," they went in an ever increasing pace.
"God, please let this not be it," his voice was nearly inaudible and cracked with his worry. Couldn't he have just waited another month? Just one more month and he would be able to apparate. His impatience only made his feelings worsen. Impatient, yes he was impatient. He knew. His mother had made sure of it with her constant reminding. He would gaze sorrowfully into her eyes, longing for the inner love and compassion that all mothers have for their children. But it was no where to be found. Only coldness was behind her eyes. Coldness for a blood-traitor child.
The drizzle upon his face and body culminated with his sweat and tears to give him a rather uncomfortable position. Even so, he didn't care. It would all be over soon. He'd be away and in the arms of a real loving family.
But what was this? The clunk had ceased. She had stopped, but there was still time. She could still capture him, cementing him into the family once and for all. After one attempt at running away, he doubted that he would ever be allowed alone again.
It was then that it came to him. He was an anigmagi! Finally, a solution. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? Technically, Sirius should never have been an anigmagi. His friend had needed him to become one, and, though it might have been illegal, he carried on with it. But that, is another story.
Slowly he began to transform, he grew fur the same color as his dark hair just about all over his body and his ears slid up his head. The nose that was cherished by so many Hogwarts girls sprung out into more of a snout shape. He hunched over till he was on all fours and his hands and fingers altered into paws. And, as a final touch, a shaggy black tail grew out of his, well, its rather obvious where it grew out of.
Without a look back, he dashed down the alleyway and into the darkness. After he thought he had lost his stubborn mother he stopped for a moment to rest. In about a fifteen minutes, he continued on his quest for James's house. He arrived to his house at the same time the sun arrived in the sky.
He was still quite soaked, and must have looked like an odd spectacle on the stoop of the home that day. He knocked solemnly a few times until finally James, who happened to be the only one awake in his house, seeing as he had wanted to go out and practice some flying before everyone else was up, answered the door in a stupor.
He was dressed in snazzy two piece pajamas with the most adorable puppy dogs on the pants. In his right hand was a bowl of Cocoa Puffs and with his left hand he rubbed his eye.
"Sirius? What are you doing on my front porch?"
OK! So that's it, I like it, do you? You don't? You do? You kinda do? Well tell me!!! Review pleaseeeee I welcome criticism as long as its constructive criticism. No just plain "This story sux" you may write that if you wish, but please explain your views so I may improve my writing. All reviewers get a big chocolate chip cookie! (Well.no.but that's ok)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters, nor do I own Cocoa Puffs. I also took the title of this fiction from a published book. Don't sue me, trust me, you won't make any money cause well I'm broke!
"And I tell you, these idiotic muggles never looked so surprised," his aunts voice echoed through the hollow halls of the house of Black. Sirius turned a deaf ear to their drabble.
"Damn family," he mumbled under his breath. It was so short and blunt, yet it described his feelings, and his family, perfectly. The suitcase that was thrown carelessly onto his bed slammed shut enclosing a few crinkled, yet expensive robes.
Sirius, in just about every girls' opinion who had set eyes on him, was a rather striking young lad. He had long raven black hair, silky and smooth, just as his mother's was. His hair was grown out a bit, and fell carelessly into his eyes, giving him a tormented soul kind of look. His hair was the one pleasant thing he had inherited from his mother. The rest of his features he had received from his father. His oddly soft black eyes that falsely seemed to give you a glimpse into his soul. In truth, there really wasn't anyone who had seen the real Sirius, apart from his best mate, James Potter, a foolhardy Gryffindor like himself. They had connected immediately. His cheek bones were sharp, looking as if they could cut through diamonds, his skin was rather smooth as he had just shaved maybe a half an hour ago.
The weather outside seemed to match his mood perfectly. Infuriated bolts of lightning struck down as rain drenched Sirius's upper-end neighborhood. He clutched his cleansweep400 as his other hand flung open the double hung window. His stomach fluttered, but another retort from his aunt finalized his decision. With a swish he flew from the window and out of the his house forever, or at least for the fourteen or so years.
Meanwhile, downstairs, his mother was chatting along with his aunt, Elladora. Elladora's nose twitched a bit, she had heard a noise coming from somewhere upstairs.
"What do you suppose that was?" It seemed Mrs. Black had heard the racket also.
"It was most likely that son of yours. He's the only other one in the house. He probably blew himself up or something," her voice was stale and cold.
"Well maybe we should check, if it was an explosion, we wouldn't want the house being burned down in a fire, now would we?" She smiled maliciously, ever since Sirius had been placed in Gryffindor and had turned against her views she had disowned him as her son and only had supported him to show herself to society as a caring mother. Slowly, she hoisted herself up out of the chair as Elladora did the same.
Together, they walked down the hall, up the tall stairway, down another hall, turned left at the corner, and walked a little farther down that hall, till they came to Sirius's bedroom. Without bothering to knock they shoved the door open and craned their long necks to stick their heads in the door.
"My my, it seems he's finally flown the coop. So tell me, what'll be the story about him this time? Advanced classes all year round at Hogwarts perhaps?" Elladora spoke with such despicable airs, that Mrs. Black may have been compelled to slap her then and there, had she not agreed with the woman so much. Instead, she just tossed back her sleek black hair and twitched her lip, as if she was deciding what to do.
"No, I fear we'll have to go out after him," she sighed sorrowfully as a mother should never do when speaking of her son. "The reckless boy just has to make things so difficult. I mean, if he wanted to run away, he could at least have had the courtesy to wait till I'm not entertaining company."
A sudden breeze tore through the thin, sheer curtains of the opened window. "Oh well, I guess we know how he made his escape." Elladora replied, with a gesture towards the empty space where his broom was normally kept.
"Accio broom!" Mrs. Black shouted out of seeming nowhere. It was accompanied by a flick of her wrist and wand. Within ten seconds, a sophisticated looking broom swept up next to her, and she clung to it with her free hand, as the other replaced her wand. "I'll be off then, most likely he's headed north towards his one friend's house. What was his name again? Ah never mind." Once again, without much notice, she floated out the window as Sirius had done just minutes before.
The rain drenched Sirius's clothes and whipped at his face, but he still continued on. He could never go home. Home wasn't even home anymore. Ever since he had realized who his family really was, home was nowhere. The tears of the sky began to combine with the tears of his eyes, he couldn't turn back. Never, never, never. His family was so empty, so chaotic, so distant. They weren't even family. Strangers, that's what they were. Just people he happened to share space with. They had never loved or cared for him, so he would deal with them no longer. With a sigh he held back his tears and leaned down lower on his broom in order to increase his speed. The rain pelted him harder, faster, lightning struck from a cloud just behind and above him, but he didn't care. The clouds could strike him dead if they wanted to, it would make his family happy, after all, a funeral was a brilliant occasion to spread their reaches in society. Maybe the minister would attend, he would pity the Black's for their horrible loss, maybe give them a position in the ministry? Sirius laughed at this thought. It was an odd, bittersweet laugh. Maybe he'd finally cracked. Yes, that was it, here he was out in the middle of a lightning storm and he was laughing.
"Sirius, you really are daft," He chuckled to himself. He was getting closer to James's house, a warm abode, filled with love and care. James's parents had always treated him like a third son whenever he had visited and he was sure they'd do the same now, after the shock of having to house a runaway, that is.
His ears caught the sound of someone tracking him. Yes, there was definitely someone following him. Maybe his mother had decided to chase after him after all. It made sense, what would her friends think if they knew that her son had run away?
The decisive boy made a quick, evasive maneuver that caused him to spin off to his right. His hand clung to his wand and for a moment he considered performing the Lumos charm so he could identify the figure, which was, no doubt, his mother, or perhaps one of the house elves had been commanded to go after him instead. That didn't matter now, all that mattered was that he'd get far, far away from his wretched home.
Going back to the Lumos charm, Sirius spoke under his breath, "No, that would give me away. Come on, there has to be a way." Several plans streamed through his head none of which were worthy of consideration. The rain ran swiftly down his face, cooling the sores that they themselves had just made moments ago when they violently stuck him. His robes, drenched by the continuous showers, clung lightly to his skin as their hems waved furiously with the wind.
His eyes darted down. The enigmatic streets of London past hurriedly below him. That was it. He'd lose his stalker down below in the dark alleyways. His hands sunk forward, pushing him down on the broom and plummeting him towards the ground.
"Bloody hell, where's that boy going to?!" groaned Mrs. Black a tad too audibly for her comfort. But, she just brushed it off and followed suit, plunging down into the dark abyss of the city at night.
Sirius gracefully leapt off his broom and sprinted down the road into a small alleyway. It was an unfortunate risk, landing in the middle of a muggle road, even with the deserted state of the streets he was on and the pitch black of a moonless night.
He dodged around a corner, silent as a shadow. For that was all he was for now, empty and alone, without heart or mind, only a will. A will that was now forcing him to forge on with his endeavor.
He could hear his mother's tap as her shoes clinked against the age- old cobblestone. His mind drifted for a moment. How long had this cobblestone been here? How many generations before him had it stood against? But quickly his mind was tore away from his thoughts, and he returned, once more, to his shadow state of mind.
Desperately, he tried to slow his heavy breathing, but it seemed the throbbing of his chest would never cease nor falter. Closer and closer and closer stepped his mother. " "Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk," they went in an ever increasing pace.
"God, please let this not be it," his voice was nearly inaudible and cracked with his worry. Couldn't he have just waited another month? Just one more month and he would be able to apparate. His impatience only made his feelings worsen. Impatient, yes he was impatient. He knew. His mother had made sure of it with her constant reminding. He would gaze sorrowfully into her eyes, longing for the inner love and compassion that all mothers have for their children. But it was no where to be found. Only coldness was behind her eyes. Coldness for a blood-traitor child.
The drizzle upon his face and body culminated with his sweat and tears to give him a rather uncomfortable position. Even so, he didn't care. It would all be over soon. He'd be away and in the arms of a real loving family.
But what was this? The clunk had ceased. She had stopped, but there was still time. She could still capture him, cementing him into the family once and for all. After one attempt at running away, he doubted that he would ever be allowed alone again.
It was then that it came to him. He was an anigmagi! Finally, a solution. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? Technically, Sirius should never have been an anigmagi. His friend had needed him to become one, and, though it might have been illegal, he carried on with it. But that, is another story.
Slowly he began to transform, he grew fur the same color as his dark hair just about all over his body and his ears slid up his head. The nose that was cherished by so many Hogwarts girls sprung out into more of a snout shape. He hunched over till he was on all fours and his hands and fingers altered into paws. And, as a final touch, a shaggy black tail grew out of his, well, its rather obvious where it grew out of.
Without a look back, he dashed down the alleyway and into the darkness. After he thought he had lost his stubborn mother he stopped for a moment to rest. In about a fifteen minutes, he continued on his quest for James's house. He arrived to his house at the same time the sun arrived in the sky.
He was still quite soaked, and must have looked like an odd spectacle on the stoop of the home that day. He knocked solemnly a few times until finally James, who happened to be the only one awake in his house, seeing as he had wanted to go out and practice some flying before everyone else was up, answered the door in a stupor.
He was dressed in snazzy two piece pajamas with the most adorable puppy dogs on the pants. In his right hand was a bowl of Cocoa Puffs and with his left hand he rubbed his eye.
"Sirius? What are you doing on my front porch?"
OK! So that's it, I like it, do you? You don't? You do? You kinda do? Well tell me!!! Review pleaseeeee I welcome criticism as long as its constructive criticism. No just plain "This story sux" you may write that if you wish, but please explain your views so I may improve my writing. All reviewers get a big chocolate chip cookie! (Well.no.but that's ok)