It all began with the humming. No not the humming really, but with the incredible bang inside my mind, an explosion of sounds and colours which made me feel like my head was going to split in half and the sensation of being on fire that left me screaming my lungs out in the middle of the night waking up every single resident of Potter manor in the process.
The saying "Be careful what you wish for" never rang true to me, until the moment I understood what that bang and over all agony I'd felt had meant, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, ever since I was a child I never wanted for anything, coming from a family of old money, and when I say old I mean thousands of years kind of old money, I guess it was a given.
When I turned eleven and the time to go to Hogwarts had come, the moment I got on the express train I met James Potter, who became my best friend and more of a brother to me than my own blood. When we arrived at Hogwarts we met Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew the other half of the Marauders.
I can never explain to you the importance of my friendship to these men, they are my brothers, my family, my constants through many rough patches in my life, from the very beginning after every holiday for the first couple of years when I'd come back to school with a new cut or bruise complements of my mother sometimes for nothing more than the fact that I didn't get sorted with the snakes, they didn't ask what happened they were just there, whether it was James launching into planing a new prank against the Slytherins, or Remus donating his precious chocolate, or even Peter with his enthusiastic qudditch conversations trying to pull me from the dismal mood I'd get into. When members of my family would taunt me or decide that I needed to be punished for associating with half bloods and blood traitors I never gave them any mind because I always knew my friends had my back. In battle I know they would take a curse for me just like I'd take one for them.
Come my 16th birthday and my rejection of the Dark Lord and my subsequent disownment by the most bigoted and insane House of Black I ran away. I went home, and fell into the open arms of Charlus and Dorea Potter, James' parents.
[flash back]
My whole body hurt and twitched, an after affect I guess from being Crucioed and beaten to a pulp for... I really can't remember how long but one of my eyes was swollen shut and my left arm was limp beside me, broken, as I walked through the wards of Potter Manor, sensing my approach I was greeted by none other than the lady of the house, Dorea Potter gasped and ran to me, when she got close enough she took a sudden halt shocked I presume when registered the degree of my injuries , I couldn't stand the look on her face and just focused my eyes on the ground. We stood there for a few moments I could feel her eye trained on me and couldn't take the silence any longer so I said "I'm sorry to be an inconvenience but can I stay with you for a few days Mrs. Potter? You know only until I get my own pla..." then I heard choked sob "Hush Sirius," she interrupted, "Of course you're staying here. Where else would my boy live other than at his home?" she approached me slowly puttig her small hand on my cheek very gently, like she was afraid she'd brake me. Then said "Now none of that getting your own place or this Mrs. Potter nonsense." Then she held my face in her hands and told me, "And from now on it's mum. Okay, Padfoot?" then she gave the cheekiest wink. Of coure she knew, she is a Black and a slytherin after all. Having three teenage animagai and a werewolf running around her back yard couldn't get past her. Swallowing around the lump in my throat I gave a weak laugh and said "Okay ...okay..mum." She beamed at me and I couldn't understand that look on her face a look that clearly said 'yes you're my son and I'm proud to be your mother'. She was proud. Of me. That made it all a little bit easier. "Come on let's get inside and get you cleaned up okay baby," she kissed my forehead and lead me inside the manor and I couldn't help the tears after that.
[End of flash back]
From that moment I knew I wasn't their just sons best friend anymore I was theirs and it was the first time in my life that I felt truly safe.
So yeah my point to all of this is that every time I needed something the fates just sort of handed it to me, not always in the nicest of ways, but still I got what I wanted eventually, I had the most loyal of friends, the most loving of families, I also had no trouble with the ladies if you know what I mean, I kind of had too much luck in that department, considering the Black genes that wasn't unexpected either.
It was like the fates were waiting or the moment I longed for something in a way like nothing else, and of all things, I longed for love, yeah yeah I know it sounds cheesy, but let me explain. It all happened on the day I thought I lost my mind.