The Black Spot
Author: Eirian Lovegood
Translator: Chessipedia
It's the first day of Sirius Black's new life, this moment will follow him forever but he'll never regret it. Today is the 1st of September and Sirius is going for the first time to Hogwarts. This fic is part of the challenge "First of Septembre" of the forum La Noble y Ancestral Casa de los Black (The Noble and the Ancestral House of Black).
Disclaimer: every character belongs to J.K. Rowling.
This fic is part of the challenge "First of Septembre" of the forum La Noble y Ancestral Casa de los Black.
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It was weird, he would have said almost magical; if he hadn't learn to hate that word. For the first time in his life he had people talking to him because they wanted to, not because they had to. They didn't look for his parents' approval or were some relative trying to make sure he was a good role model for the linage. The day that magic flowed for his veins for the first time was the day he started to hare it. His parents started to plan his life that it didn't belong to him.
Now, however, for the first time in a long time, he felt happy of being a wizard. He had friends, finally. James Potter didn't even wait two minutes before proclaiming him his best friend after saying hi on the train. Remus Lupin was a quiet a reserved boy, but he could feel the friendship warming him. Peter Pettigrew was even shier than Remus, but there was something in him that inspired trust; he wasn't fun like James or intelligent like Remus; but he had something special that told them he should be his future friend, so he joined the newly created group.
So there he was, two hours later, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. It was funnier and warmer than his parents ever said. He could already picture himself making pranks with James between those benches. Then he felt like something breaking. Gryffindor! Yelled the hat with every one of his friends. It was like a cold shower after the happiest hours of his life. He looked how the three of them cheered him to go up. Then he looked to the Slytherin table, and felt nauseas. He didn't want anything less in the world than be a part of that table. Slowly he walked to the hat, like someone walking to the plank. He sat and let it be put on his head. He didn't want to see anything until the sentence was made. Then the hat made a wonderful sound, a word that had saved him and condemned him at the same time: GRYFFINDOR!
