He was sitting in the Gryffindor table. He was sitting in the Gryffindor table… he still couldn't believe it. It had only been a day so his brain still thought it wasn't real… he looked at his tie, the one that changed magical to the colour of his new House; of his new home. Because, he felt at home.
But still he felt like the bubble was about to be burst and he'll be back a Grimmauld Place before he could say Quidditch.
He felt someone sitting at his side, the boy with the mess hair, the one that slept in the same room as him; James Potter, his new friend.
"You left early." James smiled at him.
"Could stay put." answered Sirius.
He still felt like the reality check was way over due, but he was planning to enjoy it all the way.
"SIRIUS BLACK!"
Time to wake up. Sirius thought.
A tall girl, with raven hair and pale skin; just like Sirius'; and black eyes, came from the Slytherin table to the Gryffindor table fuming. Sirius knew her. He didn't like to know he, but she was family so it was a given. He stood up to face her, he was the heir of the family, she wasn't supposed to talk to him like that. Even if the six year looked menacing.
"Bella…"
"Don't 'Bella' me… you don't deserve to call me 'Bella', anymore. How dare you?! You only had one job… you're breaking aunt Walburga's heart!" she screamed at him.
"What a loss…" he murmured loud enough.
PLAF! He felt the pain in his left cheek. Did she hit him?! How dare she?! Sirius' vision turned red, and he felt James stand up at his side, he didn't know what Potter was thinking, but this was his situation, his problem, not Potter's. So Sirius made a gesture for James to sit back down.
"Don't talk about aunt Walburga like that, you insolent git!"
"May I remind you that I'M the heir for the name so you shouldn't be behaving like this! And I talk about my mother the bloody way I please!"
The owls arrived, and the discussion was cut short by a red envelope. Bellatrix had a smug smile in her face. Sirius knew it would be worst to let it explode so he opened the damn thing.
"Sirius, go to Dumbledore's now." the voice of a man sounded, not screaming, just cold and hard.
"You might be the heir, but uncle Orion is still the head… dear cousin."
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