A Dead Star
AN: I wrote this because I hate bullying with a passion. I knew people who were on the receiving end of it and trust me- the effects are not pretty! Also I wanted to use something popular to show how serious neglect, bullying, depression, suicide and prejudice are.
All of these matters are mentioned in this story.
Sometimes people can be sorry and want to help but that help can come too late as is shown in this story. Sirius was an easy character to work with because I think that if he didn't have friends to help him he would have ended it a long time ago...
Please leave me a review and tell me what I should improve on. (Emotion, description of the characters ect.)
...
*Insert Line Here*
Summary: No-one in Gryffindor ever became friends with Sirius simply because he was a Black. At the age of thirteen Sirius decides to end it all and kills himself.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
*Insert Line Here*
...
He couldn't take it anymore.
Everyone hated him. Everyone in Gryffindor hated him because he was a Black.
They decided he was evil before getting to know him and bullied him. They made his life a living hell! His family hated him for being in Gryffindor and Gryffindor hated him because of his family.
The teachers knew what was happening.
How could they not when he had asked all of them for help at least five times each? The only one that listened was the Potions Master Horace Slughorn, but as the Head of Slytherin he had no control over the other Houses and was powerless to stop them, save for a few detentions if he caught someone bullying Sirius.
Even Dumbledore who was all about unity ignored his sufferings.
He had one friend, once at the end of First Year and for the beginning of Second Year. It was the game keeper Hagrid.
But then one day Hagrid wouldn't talk to him either.
He said something about being fired if he continued talking to Sirius...
Sirius wasn't sure if he should believe that...but he couldn't think of any other excuse for Hagrid to become as bad as the others.
That was why he wanted to die really; because no-one would care if he did.
It might seem strange, a thirteen year old boy wanting to die but if you lived in a world where everyone hated you, judged you before getting to know you... well then you would seriously consider it too.
...
Sirius walked down to the lake.
He had always liked it down there. He could just sit and stare at the water and try to forget. Sometimes it didn't work but most of the time it did.
He had a note clutched in one hand and his wand in the other.
He sat under the tree at the shore of the lake and looked at the black water.
Was he really going to do this?
Yes.
He was.
If no-one cared than why bother staying? As James Potter had said to him only hours before: "No-one wants you Black! Not even your parents! Why don't you just die and do the world a favour?"
Well now their wish would be granted...He would die.
He closed his eyes and pressed the wand to his temple. He had enough sadness and hatred to perform the curse that much was certain.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Sirius' body went limp and he fell backwards onto the grass, a single tear making its way down his cheek for the last time.
...
THE NEXT MORNING...
...
It was late in the morning.
It was a very cloudy, cold day. Hagrid wouldn't be surprised if it started raining bucket loads soon.
He walked down to the lake. It was peaceful despite the gloomy weather.
Just how he liked it.
Even he was willing to admit that the noise could get a bit annoying sometimes.
'Hold on. What's that by the shore?' Hagrid thought as he spotted a dark unmoving shape by the lake's shore and he walked closer.
When he realised that it was a student he ran to them. Were they hurt?
Hagrid cried out in shock when he realised who it was.
It was Sirius Black.
The poor kid was bullied by everyone...and he wasn't moving! He wasn't even breathing! Why wasn't he breathing?
"Sirius?" said Hagrid kneeling next to him. "Sirius wake up!"
Sirius of course did not wake.
Hagrid say the note in Sirius' hand and the wand in the other and paled, understanding the situation immediately.
"Oh no" he said tears starting to pour down his cheeks.
This couldn't be happening!
Not Sirius!
He couldn't be dead he just couldn't!
Hagrid picked him up and ran to the hospital wing.
...
Madame Pomfrey looked shocked when she saw them. True she didn't like Sirius either but the child looked...dead.
"What happened?" she demanded as a weeping Hagrid placed the small boy on a bed.
"H-He...he killed himself Miss!" Hagrid managed to choke out.
"What!" Pomfrey screamed in shock and horror and took Sirius' wand from his hand.
"Prior Incantem!" she said franticly and a burst of green light came from the tip of the wand.
Pomfrey paled looking horrified.
"Oh sweet Merlin" she said quietly. "Hagrid go get Professor Dumbledore and the Heads of House! Quickly!"
Hagrid nodded still crying and went to find Dumbledore and the other teachers.
Pomfrey looked at Sirius. She knew he was bullied. After all he had come to the hospital wing at least twice a week with some injury or another...
...And she usually just shooed him away...
...Even when he had a sprained ankle...
...Even when his head was bleeding like mad because that Longbottom boy had pushed him down the stairs...
The poor child had been crying because of the pain and all she did was give him a towel for him to hold to the wound and told him to go to his dorm to rest.
Like the rest of the castle she couldn't look past Sirius' last name...
"What have we done?" she whispered in horror as Dumbledore, McGonagall and the other Heads of House came in.
The teachers truly looked like they were seeing Sirius for the first time. Well all except for Slughorn that is.
He took one look at Sirius and started to cry as hard as Hagrid.
He had tried to convince the other Heads of House ooHHnto get their students to leave him alone but they didn't and now Sirius was dead.
McGonagall looked truly ashamed of herself.
'Some Gryffindor I am' she thought bitterly as she looked at Sirius.
"What's that note?" she asked as she spotted it still clenched in his hand.
Pomfrey jumped and grabbed the letter. She read it aloud:
...
To whom this may concern-
I am going to kill myself.
I know none of you really care but I thought I should just let you know why. After all if no-one listened to me in life maybe you'll listen to me in death...
My home life was never great you know.
Since day one my brother has been the favourite of the family because he seemed to have more magical powers than me and he got along with everyone better.
Every day I felt like I was invisible, like I'd never be good enough...
Then I got my Hogwarts letter.
I thought "Yay! I'm getting out of here I might actually make real friends! Maybe I can prove them wrong and show them I'm good enough too!"
...But that wasn't going to happen was it?
Even though I was Sorted into Gryffindor everyone remained convinced that I was evil.
Wasn't the fact that I was a Gryffindor good enough?
Everyone in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw made my life a living hell. The Professors knew this, I had told them on enough occasions...But they all told me to stop lying and go away.
Only Slytherin left me alone.
I believe this was because of Professor Slughorn, if so Sir, thank you.
I ended up in the hospital wing too many times to count- or should I say I WALKED to the hospital wing too many times to count. Madame Pomfrey usually sent me away. Even when my head was bleeding so badly that I started to feel light headed she just told me to go to my dorm and rest!
The only person that really cared was my cousin Andromeda but eventually her House, Ravenclaw, started turning on her and she decided that they were all more important and told me to get lost that I wasn't important, that I didn't matter at all...
...I had never felt so betrayed.
And that happened when I was eleven!
Then Hagrid became my friend...
And for a few months I was actually happy at this wretched school!
But then he said that someone threatened to fire him if he continued to be my friend.
I believe that this was the work of Dumbledore.
...All I have to say to that is; Dumbledore you hypocritical bastard...
Didn't anyone notice that this year I didn't talk or smile at all? No of course you didn't. No-one did or if they did they just didn't care.
Did you know that even my parents ignore me now?
That only our oldest House Elf talks to me?
My parents only pay attention to me if they're yelling at me.
So no-one cares no-one at all.
But I'm fine with that because lately I don't care about any of you either.
What's the point in hoping that you'll all suddenly change and my life will be great?
So I decided that there's no point in living...Not if I'm alone.
Goodbye. I hope you're all happy, you reap what you sow!
Sincerely-
Sirius Orion Black
P.S- Mum, Dad I'm sorry I couldn't be perfect like Regulus, but I tried, I really did. I love you.
...
There was silence for a few moments.
McGonagall and Sprout had tears pouring down their cheeks.
Slughorn noticed this and glared at them.
"Don't you dare" he growled at them furiously. "Don't you dare cry for him! You have no right! I tried to tell you! I tried to warn you! But did you listen to me when I told you he was miserable? Did you listen when I asked you to get your students to leave him alone? NO! YOU DIDN'T! You left him alone and he killed himself! I hope you're happy now because it's too late to say you're sorry!"
Slughorn took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
"I'm going to tell Sirius' parents what's happened. And I'm going to tell them the truth about how Sirius was treated here and I'm going to show them that letter" he said.
He took the letter from Pomfrey.
"Just so none of you can change it" he said stiffly and walked out of the hospital wing.
...
The teachers and Pomfrey stood where they were seemingly frozen.
They felt horrible for not doing anything...
They had no idea how Sirius really felt. They never bothered to get to know him. They never helped him...
...He was gone now...
They could only hope that he was finally happy because they sure weren't.
They had never felt more ashamed of themselves...how could they call themselves teachers if they let a student die? How could they call themselves teachers if they let a student be bullied because of their own silly prejudices?
Easy answer; they couldn't.
It was as Slughorn said, they had no right...
...No right at all...
...
An hour later Walburga and Orion Black came in with twelve year old Regulus.
Regulus stared at Sirius as though he expected him to disappear at any moment.
Orion shook his head in shame and looked down at his feet. Guilt was eating at him from the inside out. His son was dead. He couldn't believe it. He felt like it was his fault...he should have listened to him...he should have shown Sirius that he cared about him...
...But he didn't. It was already the greatest regret of his life.
Walburga's reaction was the most surprising.
She cried...She actually cried.
She sat on the edge of Sirius' bed clutching her oldest son and begging him to open his eyes.
Her sobs heartbreaking.
How could she not have noticed? He was her baby, he was her son, her heir and she failed him!
He was dead because they neglected him and now she'd never get to tell him how sorry she was...
What had they done?
...
A/N: More coming soon. There's gonna be reactions from everyone! I guess this can be taken as a "Stop Bullying" story because people do kill themselves because of it y'know.
:(
:'(
...