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Chapter 1: Trapped
Sirius's POV
Sirius!
If you don't reply this time, so help me I'm going to come over there and punch you one for making me worry like this!
We've got two weeks until Hogwarts starts again and I haven't got one letter off you, not a single one! Some way to treat your best friend!
Remus and Peter say you haven't replied to any of them either! What's wrong with you? I'm beginning to worry, and I don't worry about anything!
You better reply to this!
I'm coming to pick you up tomorrow and you're coming to stay with me and the other Marauders for the remaining two weeks. So you better pack and tell your parents because with or without their permission you're coming!
See you tomorrow,
James
Laughing slightly at the frantic letter, I looked around the room. I couldn't wait for James to come get me so I could see the Marauders again.
Unfortunately, at dinner on my first night home I'd snapped; told them I hated them all and that my best friends were a Muggle-born, a Blood-traitor, and a Half-blood.
After that they'd locked me in the spare room and got Kreacher, our House elf, to deliver food when I needed it.
The room had a bathroom that led off from it, and a fireplace Kreacher would light if I got cold, but it didn't have anything to write with or anything to write on.
All summer my friends had sent me letters, and I'd gotten more and more frustrated at being unable to reply.
With my chance at escape so near, I wasn't about to let it go, so I began to make a plan. I needed to tell James how to get to my fireplace so that my parents wouldn't be able to stop me leaving.
"Kreacher!" I shouted.
"Yes Master Sirius?" The old elf croaked, glaring silently at me.
"I'm leaving tomorrow, but I order you to tell no one in any possible way that I'm gone or leaving. You may not tell, write, mime, or do anything that gives away that I'm gone. If anyone asks, I'm still here in this room and you're still bringing me food," I ordered, making sure to cover every possible loop hole.
Kreacher seemed to struggle with himself, before nodding silently and disappearing with a crack. All I had to do then was get a message to James.
Checking all of my options before doing anything extreme, I realized there was only one way to leave. The window was too high up, Kreacher was forbidden to take me out of my room, the door was locked, and though I had my wand and school things, I wasn't allowed to do magic out of school.
With a sigh, I smashed the mirror lying on the dressing table against the wall and picked up a piece of glass, setting it next to James's letter, I ripped the bed cover and rolled it up so that I could write with it.
Finally, all that was left was the worst bit. Gritting my teeth, I made a small cut on my arm (no where near any veins) and dipped the rolled up cloth in it.
It was messy and looked awful, but finally, the back of James's letter had the words:
Say: Grimmauld Place Spare Room into the Floo.
Admittedly, reading the letter would make James panic when he realized it was written in blood, but it was a risk I was willing to take to get out of there.
I wrapped my arm up with another torn strip of sheet, making sure it was well covered; I hadn't cut that deep, but I'd needed enough blood to write with so it would need healing soon. If I'd been a Muggle it would have needed stitches.
The only thing left was to send it, I knew someone would send me a letter soon, I just hoped it would be before James could come and get me. The only problem was I hated waiting, I opened my window, sat on the bed, and hoped time would go faster.
Just like I'd thought, after about seven hours of waiting, another owl came and delivered a letter.
"Wait! I need you to send this!" I shouted before the owl could fly off.
It stayed still while I tied the letter (in its original envelope) onto its leg.
"I know it says it's to Sirius Black, but this needs to go to James Potter, before tomorrow," I said.
The owl gave me a soft hoot I took to mean a yes before flying out of the window.
"Great, now I just need to pack," I muttered to myself, pulling my trunk out from under the bed.
One of the many bad things about staying in a room with only the occasional House elf to visit you was I'd begun to talk to myself, just to hear someone speak.
Throwing everything into my trunk; I made sure to take anything that wasn't stuck down, just to annoy my mother. I double checked I hadn't forgotten anything, then lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.
A/N: A bit gruesome, but I hope you liked this chapter. Please review. :)