Snippets from Sirius Blacks life; from birth, childhood, Hogwarts and later.
Disclaimer: Yes, I don't own Harry Potter at all. All of it belongs to the magnificent J.K. Rowling, nothing at all is mine!
Prologue / Chapter 1
The door swung open and closed with a snap. A brief slither of summer light entered the long corridor before being extinguished by the dark of the house. Lamps were suddenly illuminated by the appearance of the slender figure in the doorway, casting an orange, inviting glow. The portraits along the walls of the corridor suddenly awoke; startled by the sudden noise, as Walburga Black shrugged off her large, ostentatious black fur coat onto the floor. It was caught, just in time, by Kreacher who scurried off to place it by the Troll's leg stand, an antique they had acquired on their last holiday.
Walburga Black strode purposely up the stairs and down the corridor to the drawing room, a bundle clasped tightly in her arms. She pushed open the door to see a roaring emerald fire in the grate. There was a huge oak table littered with notes and papers, running right down to the end of the long room. At the foot of this enormous table was a very large man, concealed by the Daily Prophet - clutched in his pudgy fists, green cigar smoke drifting lazily over the top of the paper. A gold ring was wedged on his fat finger, embossed with the Black family crest, reflecting the light from the large windows.
"Darling," Walburga announced, "He is home." Her voice barely contained her immense pride of the little bundle in her arms.
With a sigh and a grunt, Orion Black put down the paper - cigar still hanging lazily out of his mouth. Orion Black was once a handsome man, although by now he was large and walrus-looking, with a monocle fixed deep in the folds of his flabby face. Instead of going fat, like her husband, Walburga Black's beauty was twisted by opposite means. She became dangerously thin which only emphasised her high cheek bones and cruel smile.
Orion's face suddenly exploded into an enormous grin. He rose and moved to Walburga, planting a large kiss onto her cheek then looked into the bundle where a small black haired, grey eyed baby stared up at them curiously.
"My first son" cried Orion happily, taking out his cigar and beaming at his child. "Everything went alright Walburga? Those Muggleborns at St Mungo's treat you alright?" The disgust in which Orion mentioned Muggleborns suggested that he did not tolerate any witch or wizard lower than pureblood.
"Yes, yes." Said Walburga causally. "Everything went smoothly, and there were no Mudbloods in the room whilst I delivered him. I refused to be put in the same room as one." She said hotly.
"Smashing. Now, to business, what shall we call him?" Orion's brow creased in thought.
"What about Scorpius?"
"No..." said Orion, taking the baby boy from Walburga, staring keenly into his face.
"How about Cygnus?"
"Defiantly not!"
"Maybe Cepheus?"
"Hmmm..." Orion tilted the baby, as if it was an unknown substance that he wanted to experiment with.
Orion glanced around the drawing room. The ornate family tree embroidered on a magnificent tapestry on the wall was just visible from his position.
"I know!" Cried out Orion, startling Walburga "How about ... Sirius?"
Walburga looked impressed.
"That's perfect! How did you come up with such a name?"
Orion pointed to the tree where a few Sirius's were visible.
"He is perfect Walburga, and a son too! Why, when we pass away he will be the heir to this entire estate. I have high hopes, I mean look at him, he has the Black beauty. He will be a pureblood prince above all others."
Walburga flicked her wand towards a cabinet in the corner which was full of exceptionally expensive nettle wine and oak-matured mead. A bottle flew towards them with two crystal glasses. It poured itself into the two wine glasses and Walburga passed Orion a glass before taking one for herself.
"A toast to our son, sure to be a great wizard in the making. May he be a success in all that he attempts. In fact, I predict he will be known throughout the wizarding world by the time he is in his 30's!"
Orion chuckled. The idea of Sirius's fame pleased him greatly.
"Agreed" Orion declared proudly, raising his glass to the air. "To my son, Sirius Black"
Apologies for any incorrect spellings, I am an aspiring dyslexic writer who struggles in this field!
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