Author's Note: Okay, so this particular chapter is based on a Historical event, namely the Vietnam war. Now! Being from the UK we aren't taught about this so I really have no idea what happened. From what I have read on the internet, I have decided to go with the whole versus thing but no particulars. I don't really want to offend anyone and I have just written the chapter to the best of my ability. I'm not saying light side and dark side. I was just given the Vietnam War as one of my prompts and have tried to write it thusly!

Prompts:

Historical!AU Challenge:

52. Vietnam War

Pixel Dungeon:

Depth Three: This is a normal depth.

Hogwarts Assignments:

Muggle Studies: Write about two warring branches of the same family. Extra Prompts: (family) 2 branches of the Black family; (word) War; (word) Family; (emotion) Anger; (emotion) Determination

Chocolate Frog Card Challenge:

Wendelin the Weird (Silver) - Write about someone who enjoys giving or receiving pain.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognise!

Civil War

Sirius knew, he had always known, that he was different. It was simply confirmed when he went to Hogwarts at the age of 11, that he did not belong in the Black family. Right now, in the midst of this 'family meeting', Sirius sat, sulking in the far corner of the front room of his childhood home. He ignored the assembled Blacks and stared hard at the muggles playing in the street, wishing, not for the first time, that he were one of them.

"Are you listening, boy?" his mother demanded, her haughty tone grating against his nerves. Sirius threw her a grimace in answer and returned to gazing out the window. It was almost impossible not to listen. Bellatrix stood, bright eyed and excitement, in the centre of the room. She, like the rest of Slytherin house, was being slowly brainwashed with a diet of hate, prejudice and cruelty all in the name of some guy calling himself Lord Voldemort.

"You should hear him," she gushed, looking more feminine than Sirius had ever seen her. Her eyes were feverish and she looked mad, as well as sounding it. "He is so charming, so willing, so inspiring. He talks of our freedom. He will lead the pureborn witches and wizards of this world out of the darkness muggles have cast over us and into our rightful places. We will once again stand united and crush those who dare to oppose us!"

Sirius looked towards his younger brother, Regulus. He sat on the edge of his seat, eyes bright and full of awe. He was half way to signing up for this army, and the boy was only 12. "I think he sounds like just the sort of leader we need, mama," Regulus pipes up. He sounds so young, so innocent.

"Yeah, he sounds like a real peach," Sirius muttered.

Walberga glared at her eldest son, but turned to smile proudly down at her youngest. "Thank Merlin one of my sons was born with sense! We need to crush these muggleborn upstarts now, whilst we can. They should be rounded up and killed, executed even. If this Voldemort has any sense himself he will make a spectacle of them, one I would be more than happy to attend."

Sirius listened, quietly, to the spew of violence and hatred tumbling from the lips of his family. Bellatrix was his biggest fan, and she was doing a fine job of convincing the rest. He could feel the shift in the air, when it became more than just talk. War was coming, bloodthirsty and devastating. He wasn't going to be forced one to the wrong side.

"You know," he said quietly stunning Bellatrix into silence. "I had hoped, once, to fit into this family, but as I sit here and listen to you talk about killing these human beings as if they were nothing more than flies I know that can never be. There is a better way, one without violence and hatred." Sirius laced his voice with quiet anger and determination and turned to look his mother in the eye. "You are selling your souls, and your sons, to the devil mother. Think about that."

He hadn't expected his words to have any affect, but he couldn't have lived with himself if he hadn't said something. Walberga opened her mouth and drew in a deep breath, no doubt ready to spew hatred and shame at him, but Sirius ignored her and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" she barked.

"Out, mother," he replied. "And I won't be coming back."

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