A/N:I don't own anything Harry Potter...if I did I most certainly wouldn't be doing this...
"Master Sirius? Master Sirius, your mother wants you up and ready for breakfast, sir." The old servant shook the young boy awake, gently cooing him to open his eyes. She rubbed his back gently as he groaned and faced the other direction.
"Come on, Master Sirius, this is a rather important day for you and you wouldn't want to mess everything up by over-sleeping, now would you," the elderly woman asked as she quietly opened the dark green, velvety curtains, allowing the bright morning sunlight to glare in the young boy's eyes, forcing him to wake.
The young boy groaned and opened his dark eyes to glare at his nanny. "Honestly, couldn't I just sleep in for five more minutes," he whined, pulling his black comforter over his eyes, blocking out the sun. He heard the woman sigh and grumble to herself before he felt his comforter ripped away from his face.
He looked up innocently, smiling at his nanny as though he had done nothing wrong.
"Get up, Master Sirius, before your mother thinks that you do not wish to see her before you leave later his morning."
Sirius's eye widened. Of course! He thought as he mentally slapped himself. Today he would finally leave for Hogwarts; today he would finally get a small taste of freedom.
Quickly, he jumped out of bed and hugged his nanny, Mrs. McCleary, tightly. "Oh, Mrs. McCleary, can you believe it? The day had finally come! I cannot wait for the moment when I step off that train, and face Hogwarts for the first time! Oh, Mrs. McCleary, can you believe that I'm finally leaving?" Sirius excitedly released the old woman briefly, anxiously waiting for her reply with wide, animated eyes coupled with an ecstatic grin.
"Of course, dear. I'm quiet ready for you to be out of my hair," The old woman teased the young boy before ruffling his dark brown locks. "Now come. Get dressed and go downstairs to enjoy a wonderful breakfast with your mother."
Mrs. McCleary turned toward the door, then faced the young boy again, adding, "And NO dillydallying, Master Sirius," rather sternly before leaving Sirius alone in his room, grinning like a madman.
Sirius stood silently for a moment, allowing his mind to absorb that in 2 hours time, he would be boarding the Hogwarts Express, free of his annoying brother, strict parents, and terrifying house elves. The young boy jumped up and down, his grin spreading from ear to ear, as he pumped his fists into the air like a maniac.
Sirius stopped jumping around, breathing harder, as the awful realization sunk in; he still had another two hours before the Hogwarts Express left Platform 9 and ¾.
He groaned and sulked over to his wardrobe, pulling on the first Muggle clothing he found. Sirius smiled as he looked down at the shirt he had chosen; it was a black shirt that hung off his slight frame, a dirty-white colored skull adorned with a black top hat with the words "Grateful Dead" written in the same dirty-white color as the skull. Sirius smiled, remembering how he had badgered Mrs. McCleary about it until she had finally given into his childish indulgences.
The small boy climbed into black jeans, pulled on his favorite, beaten up black leather belt, and decided to wear his new pair of black shoes from some new Muggle brand called "Converse". Sirius smiled at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of his door. A smile crept its way onto his lips, imagining the look of pure distaste on his mother's face when he would enter the kitchen. He could imagine her shrill voice so clearly, he shivered, "Of all the Muggle clothing, you decide to disgrace the name of Black by wearing this filth!"
Again, the boy grinned cheekily grinned back at himself in the mirror and winked.
"Perfect."
Sirius waltzed down the stairs, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He rounded the last corner and stood face to face with the door that led to the dining room. The boy cleared his thoughts and breathed deeply, inhaling the enticing aroma of bacon, toast, and eggs.
Gently, Sirius turned the large, golden knob and pushed against the grainy, wooden door. Nerves rattled in his stomach as he began thinking of his father's reaction to his choice of Muggle clothing, though he repeatedly told himself it was from the excitement of leaving for Hogwarts.
Orion wouldn't be upset with my choice of clothes, Sirius thought worriedly, would he?
Nevertheless, Sirius entered the quiet dining room with his head held high, ignoring the cold glare his mother was sending him, and resisting to smirk at the sound of his younger brother's suppressed giggling.
Silently, he slid onto the cold, black leather seat and stared across the wide, dark-hued table at his mother and smiled at her. "How had your morning been, Walburga?"
At that, his brother busted into laughter, clutching his sides, not even bothering to try and stop. The side of Sirius's mouth twitched ever so slightly, but maintained his steady breathing. Walburga glared down at her two sons, disgusted by Sirius's rebellion and Regulus's uncontrollable laughter. Tense seconds passed as Walburga waited for Regulus to regain his composure. Finally, he sat up straight, wiped a tear that had fallen from laughing so hard, and cleared his throat.
Walburga breathed deeply through her nose, staring intently at her two sons, before answering Sirius's question. "My morning has been fine thus far. And yours?"
Sirius nodded. "My morning has been pleasant." His dark eyes flicked to the seat beside his mother. The empty chair glared back at him, almost mocking his earlier nervousness about his father's attitude towards his sense of style. The boy's eyes narrowed, swallowing the lump in his throat.
"Where is Orion?"
Walburga's grey eye flitted to the empty seat beside her. "Your father is at work, and sends his best to you today."
"Ah, well, here's your breakfast Mrs. Black," the chipper voice of the latest servant girl broken the momentary tension, distracting Sirius from the slight pain in his chest. Sirius watched her with his dark grey eyes, trying to steady his breathing.
The boy looked to his left, right into his brother's deep brown eyes, then down at the younger boy's hand that covered his own fist. Sirius smiled at his brother and relaxed his hand. Regulus gave his older brother's hand a pat before returning the hand into his own lap.
The servant girl carefully placed Sirius and Regulus's plates in front of them. "Is there anything else that I may get for you," she questioned, standing awkwardly beside the table.
"No. You may leave," Walburga answered coldly.
The three ate in silence, not making a sound. Not even the clinking of the fine silver forks against the exquisite china plates could be head. The Blacks were of pureblood decent, and would never allow the slightest slip-up of manners would be accepted.
Sirius gulped his meal down noiselessly, desperately wanting to leave the tension-filled room behind. One by one, the three Blacks daintily places their forks down as they finished their meal. They continued to sit in silence, waiting for when Mrs. McCleary would come and retrieve Sirius to take him to Platform 9 and ¾.
