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The next day, I pestered Sirius nonstop. I sent him letter after letter, begging him to talk to me. By lunchtime I
realized that he was probably just throwing all the letters away, so I told Aspen to peck Sirius incessantly until he wrote back. A few minutes later, I finally got an answer from him.
Isabelle
Yes, I'm friends with a blood traitor. My parents don't know, so I'd appreciate if you'd keep this quiet, okay?
Are you happy now?!
-Sirius
Dear Sirius,
Finally!
And no, I'm not happy now. Why the bloody hell are you friends with a blood traitor?! And I will tell your parents if I don't get answers.
Love,
Isabelle
Isabelle,
Because I don't bloody care about all that purebloods-are-better and blood-traitors/muggle-borns-are-disgusting rubbish. Again, don't you dare tell my family or I'll never talk to you ever again as long as I live.
Ever.
-Sirius
I stared at Sirius's letter in shock. Not care... What the bloody hell has gotten into him?! I had to tell his parents about this, they'd knock some sense into... Oh. No. I couldn't. He'd stop talking to me. Sirius had been my friend since birth, I couldn't lose that.
Dear Sirius,
I need to talk to you on the train tomorrow. And don't you dare try and avoid me Sirius Orion Black.
Love,
Isabelle
I decided to start packing, as I was leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow and I didn't want to be rushed in the morning.
I quickly got all my clothes packed and started on my books and other things I had bought in Diagon Alley. Soon, all I had left was my wand. I picked it up and twirled the smooth wood between my fingers. I thought about when I had first held my wand in Ollivander's shop. It was the seventh wand I had tried and I was feeling a bit impatient...
"Here, try this one." Ollivander said, holding the wand out to me, "13 inches, slightly yielding, Cedar wood with a Unicorn Hair core."
I reached for it, and as soon as I picked up the long wand, I felt an incredible sensation. I felt warm, safe, and loved, something I hadn't felt since mum had died.
I looked up and saw Ollivander looking at me with a huge grin on his face. "That's the one!" He exclaimed, taking the wand back and putting it in a black box. "Here you are." He said, handing me the box.
I took it and watched him scurry around the shop again, looking for the perfect wand for Annabelle.
"Isabelle! Mindy is ready to take you!" Daddy called up the stairs.
"Coming, Daddy!" I yelled back, and rushed to shove my last-minute things in my trunk. I snatched it up and dragged it down the stairs, where Mindy was waiting patiently for me. I grabbed her hand and held on tight as we disappeared with a loud crack.
With another crack, we reappeared on the hidden platform in King's Cross Station. My eyes grew wide as I took in the crowd of people, rushing around, either sending off children or getting on the bright red train themselves.
I heard a shout of "Isabelle!" and turned toward the sound. Amelia was weaving through the crowd towards me. "Can you believe it, Isabelle?! We're finally going to Hogwarts!" Amelia exclaimed, excited.
"I know!" I replied. "I can't believe it either!"
"Hello, Isabelle."
I looked up to see Amelia's parents walking towards us. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson." I said.
"Where is your father, dear?" Amelia's mum asked.
"He- he had to work. A house-elf brought me." I explained.
"Oh. Well, have fun you two! We'll see you at Christmas, Amelia." They hugged her and walked away. Amelia and I grabbed our stuff and hopped on the train to find a compartment.
I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. The sun was shining directly through the compartment window, as it was now late afternoon. I looked over at the seat across from me and saw that Amelia was still asleep. I decided to go find Sirius. Hopefully that blood-traitor wouldn't be with him.
I walked up and down the aisles, looking for Sirius. Finally I saw him coming out of a compartment at the other end of the train car.
"Hey! Sirius! Wait up!" I called down the aisle, walking towards him.
He looked up, and noticing the determined expression on my face, sighed. "Come to scold me, Milani?"
I grabbed his arm, saying, "Compartment. Now." and dragged him down the aisle. Spotting an empty compartment, I shoved him inside and locked the door.
"What do you bloody mean you don't think purebloods are better?!" I shouted, turning to face him. I expected to see a look of defiance, but instead he looked resigned, like he had known this was going to happen. I also saw a bit of... fear? Was the amazing Sirius Black, greatest prankster of all time, actually scared? Of being yelled at?!
"Look, Isabelle, I'm not going to sit here and argue about this, because that's going to get us nowhere. If you don't want to speak to me ever again, then... fine. That's your choice, I guess." Sirius replied calmly. His face fell a little at the last bit, as if he didn't particularly like the idea of us never speaking to each other again.
I stood there gaping at him in shock. I had expected yelling, and screaming, and probably one of us storming out on the other. I had been prepared to argue about this for days, possibly weeks. But that hadn't happened, none of it. Sirius had ended the argument practically before it had begun. I didn't know what to do.
"That's it? No yelling? No screaming? Just, 'Take it or leave it, but I'm not arguing'?!" I asked, struggling to keep my voice calm, as I was beginning to panic.
"That's it. Let me know if you decide you're still speaking to me." He replied, unlocking the door and leaving the compartment.
I sat down and put my head in my hands, thinking over what Sirius had just said. I decided this wasn't over, not by a long shot, and ran out the door. I quickly caught up with him and dragged him back inside the compartment.
"That was rather quick, don't you think? I expected you to stop talking to me for at least a week." Sirius joked, grinning.
"Stop joking, Sirius! Will you please live up to your name for once?!" I exclaimed, exasperated.
"Fine, what do you want, anyway? Not going to yell at me some more, are you?" The grin disappeared.
"No. What I want to know is why?"
"Why what?"
"Why don't you think purebloods are better?"
"Well, why do you?"
I looked at him in astonishment. "Because we are! Our parents and grandparents are wizards! There's no filthy muggle blood in our veins!" I practically shouted.
"But think about it," Sirius began, "What difference does that make? Are purebloods any better wizards than muggle-borns?"
"Well... I... I guess not." I admitted.
"See, there you go. That's why." And with that, Sirius stood up, unlocked the door, and left.