Chapter 1:
Mischievous Beginnings
"Marlene Maude McKinnon!"
The shriek could have been heard three houses down. But that didn't stop the 7-year-old, practically unfazed by the shrill that echoed around her. She had a perfect view of the source of the noise. Blonde hair neatly tied up into a sophisticated bun, the woman in her mid thirties wore a respectful navy dress, reaching to the ends of her heels, stubbornly holding the dress up, and avoiding any contact with the ground.
'Merlin forbid her dear dress get even the slightest bit of dust on it' thought the young girl, as her legs dangled from the branch, of a tall tree located in the small forest attached to the houses back garden. After many months of consideration, she was confident that she was carefully hidden behind the leaves and numerous branches of the trees.
A smile formed at the edge of the girl's lips as she noticed the flustered expression of the woman she called her mother. Noticing her mother walk back into the house, she grinned widely, and jumped up, balancing herself expertly on the branch, as she walked towards the tree trunk, and made her way down, branch by branch. Her feet dug into the moist earth underneath her, her patent black shoes sinking into the mud, Marlene McKinnon gave herself a proud smile, enjoying the thrill of disobedience, as she ran back home, her smile not once breaking.
After all, it takes a lot more than living with an over-dramatic, demanding and ridiculously Pureblood mother to break Marlene Maude McKinnon.
12 Grimmauld Palace was known as the home of one of the most prestigious Pureblood families – The Blacks. The famous parents, Orion and Walburga Black were known all across the Wizarding World, for having the longest family line of Purebloods. Sons to them were Sirius Orion Black and Regulus Arcturus Black.
The five year old raced after his older brother of two years across the corridor, pushing through the wooden door, poorly engraved with the scratching 'Sirius the Great', and collapsing on each other in excitement upon entering the room.
"You really oughtn't be doing this, Sirius." Regulus warned through his pressed lips, holding back his own anticipation as he sat up, straightening the formal suit he was dressed in.
"Don't be such a prick, Reg, it's just a silly little joke. Kreature wouldn't even care." Sirius responded as he pulled himself up, clothed in dress pants and a vest. "Now be useful and get the matches I nicked from father – they're in my trunk." He instructed, as he pulled a small tube out of his sock, holding it by the string attached.
Regulus rushed off to do as told, always having admired his older brother, while Sirius' smirk grew by the second. The seven year old propped himself up, and walked over towards his bedroom door, peeking his head out, checking to make sure the coast was clear, before motioning for his younger brother to pass him the matches.
Placing the tube between his teeth, Sirius took hold of the matchbox, taking out a match, and expertly lighting it, before dropping the box to the floor, pulling out the small tube and lighting the rope at the end.
Both boys watched eagerly as the fire made it's way closer and closer to the tube, before it finally came in contact, and exploded out of Sirius' hand, and flew down the stairs, the boys raced after it, stopping a the banister, leaning over and watching as their contraption exploded into a burst of snapping noises so loud, that the young boys had to cover their ears.
When they were sure that the snapping had come to a stop, they slowly dropped their hands back to their sides, before noticing a height and size difference of the victim who encountered their devilish prank.
"Sirius Orion Black!" a woman bellowed, earning a loud roar from the more mischievous of the Black boys, while the other went pale with fear.
Alright, so that's my first chapter! Hope you all liked it, reviews would be appreciated because who doesn't like reviews?
This'll end up being a multi-chap fic, but I'm not sure on how long, or when I'll be able to upload new chapters.