This is yet another SiriusOC. But I like it. Enjoy:-

I sat there, all alone. My face was a mask; showing no emotions. That was how I had taught myself to be; emotionless.

When my father yelled at me-

Emotionless.

When my mother screamed at me-

Emotionless.

When my siblings bullied me-

Emotionless.

Now, I was just a mask, a puppet. And my family were pulling the strings.

Tonight had been the last straw. My family had decided to hold a dinner party; V.I.P's only; purebloods only. The Blacks, the Malfoys, all invited. All the people that I hated with a passion.

Through the entire dinner, my family, and everyone else who wasn't even my family, taunted me mercilessly.

"You don't deserve to even be in the same room with the likes of us."

"You're a shame to our family, you blood traitor!"

"Noble blood runs in her veins, but you're far from noble, you scum."

I just let this wash over me. You get used to the abuse after a long period of time. I've had it since I was born.

It was what they said next that made me furious.

"She even socialises with mudbloods and half bloods. It's disgraceful."

For the entire dinner, I had sat there silently, poking absently at my food, off in my own little world. But when my mother said that, I stood up, so abruptly that the chair fell backwards.

"How dare you!" I screamed. "How dare you insult my friends!"

My mother stood up also, spitting in my face as she screamed back. "I can insult whomever I like! Your friends are scum!"

There were murmurs of agreement. This just angered me further. Why were these people so narrow-minded?!

"I wish you weren't my mother! You don't even deserve to alive, let alone my mother!"

I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. No one followed me.

So here I am now, my back against our kitchen garden wall.

Great.

A twig broke, and I sat up, alert, forgetting any of my troubles for the moment.

It was a figure. That was for sure.

And it was coming this way.

I glanced around, frantic, afraid that it was my mother, coming to beat me for ruining her "glorious party".

It was a figure, but too muscular to be my mother. My mother was thin, painstakingly so, with a pointy chin and beady eyes, that saw everything yet told you nothing.

But if it wasn't her, then who was it?

The figure was approaching fast, and as wave of unease took over me, I pressed myself to the wall, willing them not to see me.

They did.

There footsteps crunched on the gravel surrounding the beds, sending a warning signal to my head.

Run!

And so I did. Pushing myself up, I darted between it and the ornate water fountain.

I almost made it.

Almost.

It grabbed my arm in an iron grip, pulling me to it.

Even in the poor moonlight, I would have recognised that face anywhere.

It was Sirius Black.

Quite a lot of my fics are "humorous" so I'd thought I'd have a go at a angsty one. Please review!

-Eema :P XXX