HI, Here is my first fanfiction in english:D Hope you like it!
He closed his eyes and thought about the destination. After a faint "plop" he opened his eyes. The familiar street resuscitated many memories to life. A light breeze went through his black hair. Despite the dark night, he could discern number eleven and thirteen on the houses. "Filthy muggles, they think that number twelve doesn't exist by a mistake." With a lump in his stomach he heard his father's voice, which he hadn't heard in almost sixteen years. Sirius remembered how proud his family has been of their ancestors. For the first time he was also happy, to all the bewitchments they have used, to protect their self to all kind of unwelcome creatures. He stepped forward to the houses eleven and thirteen and took out his wand. A house came up between them. With a faint touch on the door handle, which looked like a snakehead, he opened the door to Grimmauld place number twelve.
As soon as he got sight of the huge lobby, he took a deep breath, to his own surprise, the big hall was dark, dusty, so unlike the hall he had left many years ago. He took some quiet strides through the room and didn't really know where he should go. Against his own will, the grief took over his frame of mind. This lobby had once been a part of a magnificent house. This house had once been filled by candles and gas lamps. This huge big lobby had been lined with pictures and portraits of his ancestors. At the very front, was the biggest portrait. Sirius slowly recognized his mother and it wasn't until then he heard that she screamed. "Yooou! Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh and blood." He didn't hear more. His face twitched. It reminded him of the time at Hogwarts. A careless time, a time when he was with his friends. Before so many friends disappeared. Before one of his friends betrayed them. Before Lily and James died. James, his pal and brother in everything but blood. James, who had supported him, cheered him up and gave his life a meaning. A proof of that purebloods believed in democracy, justice, loyalty and a bright future. Lily, kind hearted Lily, who had so many times given him and James detention, who had so many times told them of. Sirius sighed disconsolate. Harry may look like James, but he had his mother's temperament and values.
His thoughts embezzled of a sudden noise, which came from the room close by. Without thinking, he instinctively pulled out his wand and stormed to the room. As soon as he saw where he had ended up, he wished that he never had entered the room. The walls shined of faces, everyone with the beautiful family trait, noble face and magnificent name. Over the family tree it stood with black letters "The noble and most ancient house of Black". The Black family's coat of arms shined from the green background. Sirius's eyes followed every name, and most of them with contempt. Some names and faces didn't show. It had been tradition to burn the portraits of those who weren't part of the family any longer, most of them, because they had married non purebloods or because they had worked for muggle rights. Sirius noticed that his cousin Andromeda was burn marked because of the first reason. He saw his name under a burn marked portrait and the name next to his: Regulus.
Sirius had a letter in his pocket, which he had forgotten. The worn and creased peace of permanent felt like lead, when he pulled it out. Slowly, he read the letter and his thought went back:
"Sirius! Sirius wait! If mum..."
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