"But I don wannoo!"
"Sirius, dear, please-"
"NOOOOOOOO!" Sirius shrieked at his mother, desperate to stay out of those horrendous robes.
It is the autumn of 1963, and preparations for Sirius' 4th birthday party are well underway in the Black household. House elves scurried around, frantically going about their business (or simply looking busy, as was Taffy's way) and avoiding the Black mistress like the plague.
The latest addition to the ever-expanding list on Walberga's mind was a new robe for Sirius - honestly, that boy grows so quickly, it's ridiculous - and her mother's seamstress had obliged, stepping in at the last minute to fashion him one of the latest mode. It had fitted him beautifully, and the colour looked quite resplendent against his pale skin and black hair.
And Sirius hated it with a burning passion. Quite literally, in fact, as it burst into flames in Walberga's hand.
A raised eyebrow and a scowl of impatience were his reward, as his mother extinguished the fire and cast the singed garment aside. With a sigh, she sent her mother a Patronus, asking when Lietta would next be available.
Almost three years of age now, Regulus had become an excellent playmate, in Sirius' mind. He would always let Sirius play Beater in Quidditch, wasn't very good at chess and had yet to understand the objective of Gobstones. (Neither did Sirius for that matter, but he thought it irrelevant.)
Most of their time was spent chasing each other around Grimmauld Place, playing hide-and-seek and trying desperately to stay out of trouble when their father was around.
Not that he was around much, mind you; but when he was, Orion took great care to impress upon his young sons that they must never do anything to tarnish the family name. The only lesson he ever received from his own father, it was now his turn to inflict such emotional burdens on his infant sons.
It was not of any great concern for either of the boys. As far as their mother was concerned, they could do no wrong. And so long as it was their mother that caught them, the family name was safe. At least, that's how it appeared to Sirius.
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A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you're all well! This story is based on an idea I had about a minute before I fell asleep a couple of nights ago and has been brewing ever since. A lot of what you will read is going to draw on common tropes in Harry Potter fanfiction, and for that I will not apologise - we are always creating and developing this magical world!
This is going to be a fic about Sirius' life, from childhood through to... wherever this story takes me! No doubt this has been done several times before, but I hope you will have the patience to stay the distance. I'm hoping to update once a month, but I can't promise anything. I understand that this will be frustrating for you all, but hopefully it will be worth it!
Today is a wonderful day on two accounts: SCOTUS just legalised equal marriage for the entirety of the US, and JK just announced that Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is going ahead! And so it's with optimism that I write this story, however angst-ridden and tragic it may be at times.
Until next time,
Pan x