The Black family were always…traditional, if you like. All of the Black's went to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they were all sorted under the Slytherin House. So naturally, that meant that they all believed that Muggle Borns didn't deserve the opportunity to learn such things as magic. All with the exception of Sirius that is. He didn't mind Muggle Borns-not that he knew any-but he just didn't understand what was so bad about them. His family even had a problem with Half Bloods.
A Muggle Born has all the same powers as I do, so why does it matter? Sirius would often think.
His mother would always threaten him that if he ever married a 'mud blood' or a half blood, he would disgrace the family and never be accepted.
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"But mum, what's the matter with…mud bloods?" the young Sirius asked his mother one day while eating breakfast with his family. Everyone gathered around the table stopped eating and looked towards their mother, who simply scoffed.
"Because son, they're bad blood, bad blood! You would ruin tradition in this family! Would you want to be like the Weasley's? Blood traitors?" his mother mused, in a snotty tone.
"Well…no, but..." Sirius trailed off.
How would he explain what he didn't understand if it would cause chaos?
"No buts! As long as you live under this roof and your last name is Black, you will do no such thing as to interact with those mud bloods, not even the half's." his mother said sternly, her harsh tone blatantly relaying that this was the end of their conversation.
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His mother was never the one to be understanding. That was his father, for while he had the same beliefs as his mother did, he listened to Sirius and explained to him why he shouldn't.
Sirius enjoyed his father's company, he was much like him. They would always talk about things he never dreamt of talking about with his mother.
None of his siblings ever questioned their family's ways and always did what they were told. Sirius on the other hand, constantly questioned their beliefs and had a way of doing his own things his own way. He was never close to his siblings. He never played with them and rarely ever talked with them. If there was any form of verbal contact, it was a simple exchange of the word 'goodnight' at the end of a day.
A normal day for Sirius would consist of him pranking his younger siblings, who of course told on him, therefore earning him some beatings from his mother. However his father would always comfort him afterwards.
The day his father died, Sirius was around ten years old, and his whole world changed.
He never had anyone to tell his theories to, he could never think out loud again, and all of his musings remained un-answered.
He lost his best friend that day, and a part of him died.
Nothing was ever the same again. His mother's beatings worsened and the outgoing boy that he used to be, morphed into a boy who lost his sense of humor and lacked any personal opinion. The old Sirius was dead.
The house never looked the same to him anymore either. Instead of his siblings running around and playing, the halls were vacant, cold, quiet, and dark. His mother would lock herself in her room for days, maybe even weeks, leaving the children to fend for themselves.
Sirius couldn't really bring himself to give a damn though, believing that his nasty bat of a 'mother' didn't deserve a man like his father anyways.
While his mother became a slouch, Sirius decided to become the man of the house. He thought that his father would've liked that. Sirius made sure that his siblings ate, the house was clean, and made sure that they were constantly entertained. As time grew, so did his relationship with them. They all started playing together and exchanging more than one word, they even started asking Sirius questions. It was like he was becoming his old self again.
Sooner or later, his mother decided to suck up whatever she was feeling and become her usual self again, in other words, destroying whatever relationship Sirius had with his siblings. Hence, he reverted back to the dead Sirius.
He was the one now, who locked himself in his rooms for weeks, with no company except for his black owl Sparta, and Kreature, who would bring him meals at least four times a day.
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One, hot summer day, Sirius was sitting on his window sill, enjoying the slight breeze on his boyish-cute face when he noticed a black spot in the sky.
"What on earth…?" Sirius mumbled to himself, squinting into the sunlight.
As the spot in the sky came closer, a huge smile spread across his lips. It was Sparta! He hadn't seen him for two days, when he went on a night flight.
Sparta flew towards Sirius and landed on his lap, holding out his leg with a letter attached to it.
A letter? For me? Who'd be writing to me? he thought.
Sirius picked up the letter, glancing down at it. It was indeed addressed to him, Sirius O. Black, and it detailed exactly where he was; The Black house, to the boy locked in his room, second floor.
How did they know precisely where he was? Sirius quickly brushed of the thought and tore into the envelope joyfully, and to his pleasure, he got accepted into Hogwarts!
In a mere two weeks, he would finally be able to flee from this hell house.
He reached out his hand and begun to stroke Sparta's head, day dreaming of how much better his life will be from now on.
"Soon, Sparta. Soon we'll be free." he remarked, and Sparta nipped at his fingers lovingly.
This was the start of a new beginning for them.