(a/n- hi! if you've read my other fics, you know i love angst. well i was bored so i decided to start this fic. its going to be pretty long. this is one of my favorite types of fanfic, so i hope you enjoy it! please review! no flames!)
(disclaimer- i own nothing. ::sniffles!::)
Not Much of a Life
Sirius Black didn't have much of a life. When he was only 4 years old, his parents began to beat him. He didn't know why. The only thing he had done was talk to another boy his age with messy black hair and glasses while his parents took him shopping.
4-year-old Sirius limped into his room, crying. He had thought his parents had loved him. But they didn't. He understood now that they hated anyone who wasn't pureblood or that didn't have a problem with half-bloods and muggle-borns.
He used to love them, too. Well, at least he thought he had. He was still only little. He hopped up onto his bed, bleeding a bit, and curled up into a ball and cried himself to sleep.
Sirius woke up the next morning and went to talk to his parents. He saw his mother making breakfast in the kitchen.
"Mommy?" he said in his small voice. "I thought you and Daddy loved me."
Mrs. Black stared coldly at her first son. "No one loves you anymore, you blood traitor brat!" she screamed as she smacked his face. "Get to your room!"
Sirius ran off, silent tears running down his face. He ran into his room, yet again, and hopped on his bed, holding his cheek.
"I guess I have no one but myself," he said sadly. "I'm sure Regulus will end up just like Mommy and Daddy. He's a littler boy than I am even! Just a little baby."
4 months later, it was Sirius's 5th birthday. He was sitting in his room, watching himself bleed. He had received beatings almost every day for the past four months because he would refuse to give up his beliefs about half-bloods, and his parents thought that maybe if they did this, they could knock some sense into him.
Oh, but how they loved Regulus. He had believed all their pureblood crap since he could understand it. Sirius had been right about him. Sometimes Regulus would yell at Sirius just like his parents did.
Sirius refused to call his parents, well, his parents. He just called them "they" or "them." Surprisingly enough, they didn't beat him that day.
"Maybe they decided to show a little mercy because it's my birthday," he said. He shook off the idea about a second later. "Nah, they're just too excited about Regulus's birthday. They would never pass up an opportunity to beat me."
It was around Sirius's seventh birthday that his father came into his room to talk to him. They regarded each other with hate and disgust.
"Listen, boy," Mr. Black hissed, "now that you're, well, however old you are, we figured that to get you to listen, we'll have to take it up a notch."
If Sirius's heart stopped, he didn't show it. His father walked to the doorway and beckoned to him. Sirius obeyed and walked down the hallway in front of him. The small, bruised 7-year-old boy gulped as he saw his mother at the end of the hall with Regulus, holding a leather whip in her hand.
(Awwwwww! Poor, poor siri! I feel so ashamed for writing this. THAT'S NOT TRUE!!!! "Yes it is" said Natalie. "No IT'S NOT!" said Hadley "Whatever." replied Natalie (as she walks away)
Ok sorry you peoples, my friend is here and she wanted to write that. Well, I hope you liked that chappie! Stay tuned for more!
Esmerelda Gamgee
(And with love from the band geek, natalie)