THE MARAUDERS COME TO HOGWARTS
CHAPTER: One
PART: Three
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except the characters that came from My imagination.
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Sirius Black walked aimlessly around his house in his silk black boxers and black robe that contained the family crest on the breast pocket. His bare feet padded silently across the marble floors in his mansion as he walked towards the kitchen to get a midnight snack. As he made his way down the cold hallways filled with portraits of Sirius's ancestors, Sirius couldn't help but think about his life. It was something he hated to do, because he felt that brooding was a waste of time. Yet every time he was alone he found himself wishing to be somewhere else.
Since the day Sirius had been born he had been given everything he ever wanted he had been waited on hand and foot and had never had a care in the world. But the one thing Sirius had never been given was the one thing he had wanted more than anything.
His father had never loved him. It was the love of his father that was the desire in his heart. He had never felt real love in his entire life, and he knew that the only reason his father put up with his behavior was because he wanted an heir. An heir to the Black fortune, otherwise the Black line would be dead forever.
Sirius and his father had never gotten along because they had disagreed on a lot in life. In fact the two Blacks were as different as night and day. Sirius was always a troublemaker, pulling pranks and breaking rules, whereas his father was a rigid man who believed in following every rule and doing absolutely everything right.
In Mortimer Black's eyes, Sirius was nothing more than a disappointment.
Sirius sat at the counter of the kitchen's bar and waited for a house elf to come and help him get a snack, when Sirius realized that for once he wanted to do something for himself. Sirius went to the pantry and pulled out food that looked easy to cook.
He took out packages of bread, sugars, eggs, fruits, and vegetables and placed them on the counter. He pulled out his wand and started mixing packages together, getting flour and grapes all over the floor and himself. He placed the fruits on his plate and made himself a sandwich.
As he poured himself a goblet filled with pumpkin juice he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He looked around the once spotless kitchen and found it covered with sugar and flour, bread and strawberries were lying around the counter and the vegetables were scattered on the floor. He winced as he saw his father enter the kitchen and look upon him with disgust.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"I-I got hungry and wanted to make myself something to eat." Sirius tried to explain himself.
"We have servants for that you silly little boy!" he shouted, and Sirius's head dropped as he turned his gaze on the floor.
Mortimer snapped his fingers and instantly two house elves appeared, and began cleaning up the mess that Sirius had made.
"You will return to your room now and you will only come out when you are summoned, do you understand?"
"Yes, Father." Sirius answered obediently.
As Sirius turned to walk back to his room his father cleared his throat and handed Sirius an envelope that read:
Mr. Sirius Black
The Flour Covered Kitchen
271 Mason Lane Effingham, Surrey
He looked up to thank his father but he realized that he had already left. Sirius sighed and shook his head, furious at himself for hoping that his father might actually be proud of him today, and furious for realizing he had once again ruined a chance to gain his approval.
As Sirius walked upstairs to his room he opened the sealed envelope and read his letter, which, as he had suspected, was his acceptance to Hogwarts. He decided to go over to the next door neighbors house and see if their son had gotten a letter too.
Their son wasn't the kind of person Sirius usually hung out with, but for some reason Peter was always there to make him feel better about himself because he was so easy to boss around.
Peter Pettigrew was a small, timid boy that was round and fat with beady little eyes, and he always looked nervous. Sirius loved to boss him around and make Peter feel bad about himself because for one moment it made Sirius feel better about himself. Though minutes later, when he saw the hurt look in Peter's eyes, it made him feel like a terrible person.
Sirius wished he could change. He wanted to be a nice boy that had people who cared about him, and would stand by him. However, Sirius always found himself alone, because people were too afraid to make friends with him and because Sirius had a tendency to push people away. He felt sometimes that if he let people in, let them get too close, then they would see the secrets from his past that he had hidden inside of him.
So Sirius slid his window up and crwaled out of it, landing silently on the second floor roof of his mansion. Carefully, he walked across the stone tiles and climbed down the steel ladder that was hidden on the wall for his late night escapes. When he reached the bottom of the ladder he jumped to the ground and squinted in the darkness. He walked quietly across his lawn and headed towards Peter's house.
As he approached Peter's house he noticed that his light wasn't on, which meant he was asleep. For a brief moment Sirius considered turning around and going back to his room, but the curiosity of whether Peter and he would be going to school together was too great. He knocked lightly on Peter's window and hoped he would wake up easily. Luckily a groggy looking Peter stumbled over to the window and opened it.
"Sirius?"
"Hey Peter. I got my letter." Sirius informed him.
"I did too. This afternoon, it landed right on top of my mom's soufflé, which caved in. Mom was furious, but she calmed down once she realized I was getting into Hogwarts. What happened when you got in?" Peter asked.
"Nothing really, my dad just gave it to me."
"He wasn't excited?" Peter must have realized he had hit a nerve by bringing that up because Sirius had gone really quiet and had a mean look on his face.
Peter started to apologize for saying what he had but Sirius just held up his hand and started to back up towards his house. Peter sighed and shut his window before landing in his bed and falling asleep.
Sirius walked back up to his house climbed the latter and clambered back into his bedroom before collapsing on his four-poster bed. His mind was filled with somber thoughts, he couldn't stop thinking about what Peter had said. Sirius couldn't understand why his father wasn't excited that Sirius would finally be going to Hogwarts. If his father wasn't happy that he was going to become a wizard then at least he should be happy that they would be getting away from each other. Sirius wanted to hate his father, sometimes he wished that his father would disappear forever and never come back. However, Sirius couldn't deny how much his father had done for him ever since he was born. He had been provided with a great life, one that most people weren't fortunate enough to have.
Sirius lay back against his pillows for a while, thinking about everything that he would be able to experience when he went to Hogwarts, vowing to himself to be a different person, and to make his life as wonderful as he could. All he wanted was to find the people that would care about him, and be there for him, and he had a feeling he would find them a Hogwarts.
Drifting off into a deep sleep, Sirius Black fell asleep dreaming about the possibilities that awaited him.
CHAPTER: One
PART: Three
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except the characters that came from My imagination.
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Sirius Black walked aimlessly around his house in his silk black boxers and black robe that contained the family crest on the breast pocket. His bare feet padded silently across the marble floors in his mansion as he walked towards the kitchen to get a midnight snack. As he made his way down the cold hallways filled with portraits of Sirius's ancestors, Sirius couldn't help but think about his life. It was something he hated to do, because he felt that brooding was a waste of time. Yet every time he was alone he found himself wishing to be somewhere else.
Since the day Sirius had been born he had been given everything he ever wanted he had been waited on hand and foot and had never had a care in the world. But the one thing Sirius had never been given was the one thing he had wanted more than anything.
His father had never loved him. It was the love of his father that was the desire in his heart. He had never felt real love in his entire life, and he knew that the only reason his father put up with his behavior was because he wanted an heir. An heir to the Black fortune, otherwise the Black line would be dead forever.
Sirius and his father had never gotten along because they had disagreed on a lot in life. In fact the two Blacks were as different as night and day. Sirius was always a troublemaker, pulling pranks and breaking rules, whereas his father was a rigid man who believed in following every rule and doing absolutely everything right.
In Mortimer Black's eyes, Sirius was nothing more than a disappointment.
Sirius sat at the counter of the kitchen's bar and waited for a house elf to come and help him get a snack, when Sirius realized that for once he wanted to do something for himself. Sirius went to the pantry and pulled out food that looked easy to cook.
He took out packages of bread, sugars, eggs, fruits, and vegetables and placed them on the counter. He pulled out his wand and started mixing packages together, getting flour and grapes all over the floor and himself. He placed the fruits on his plate and made himself a sandwich.
As he poured himself a goblet filled with pumpkin juice he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He looked around the once spotless kitchen and found it covered with sugar and flour, bread and strawberries were lying around the counter and the vegetables were scattered on the floor. He winced as he saw his father enter the kitchen and look upon him with disgust.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"I-I got hungry and wanted to make myself something to eat." Sirius tried to explain himself.
"We have servants for that you silly little boy!" he shouted, and Sirius's head dropped as he turned his gaze on the floor.
Mortimer snapped his fingers and instantly two house elves appeared, and began cleaning up the mess that Sirius had made.
"You will return to your room now and you will only come out when you are summoned, do you understand?"
"Yes, Father." Sirius answered obediently.
As Sirius turned to walk back to his room his father cleared his throat and handed Sirius an envelope that read:
Mr. Sirius Black
The Flour Covered Kitchen
271 Mason Lane Effingham, Surrey
He looked up to thank his father but he realized that he had already left. Sirius sighed and shook his head, furious at himself for hoping that his father might actually be proud of him today, and furious for realizing he had once again ruined a chance to gain his approval.
As Sirius walked upstairs to his room he opened the sealed envelope and read his letter, which, as he had suspected, was his acceptance to Hogwarts. He decided to go over to the next door neighbors house and see if their son had gotten a letter too.
Their son wasn't the kind of person Sirius usually hung out with, but for some reason Peter was always there to make him feel better about himself because he was so easy to boss around.
Peter Pettigrew was a small, timid boy that was round and fat with beady little eyes, and he always looked nervous. Sirius loved to boss him around and make Peter feel bad about himself because for one moment it made Sirius feel better about himself. Though minutes later, when he saw the hurt look in Peter's eyes, it made him feel like a terrible person.
Sirius wished he could change. He wanted to be a nice boy that had people who cared about him, and would stand by him. However, Sirius always found himself alone, because people were too afraid to make friends with him and because Sirius had a tendency to push people away. He felt sometimes that if he let people in, let them get too close, then they would see the secrets from his past that he had hidden inside of him.
So Sirius slid his window up and crwaled out of it, landing silently on the second floor roof of his mansion. Carefully, he walked across the stone tiles and climbed down the steel ladder that was hidden on the wall for his late night escapes. When he reached the bottom of the ladder he jumped to the ground and squinted in the darkness. He walked quietly across his lawn and headed towards Peter's house.
As he approached Peter's house he noticed that his light wasn't on, which meant he was asleep. For a brief moment Sirius considered turning around and going back to his room, but the curiosity of whether Peter and he would be going to school together was too great. He knocked lightly on Peter's window and hoped he would wake up easily. Luckily a groggy looking Peter stumbled over to the window and opened it.
"Sirius?"
"Hey Peter. I got my letter." Sirius informed him.
"I did too. This afternoon, it landed right on top of my mom's soufflé, which caved in. Mom was furious, but she calmed down once she realized I was getting into Hogwarts. What happened when you got in?" Peter asked.
"Nothing really, my dad just gave it to me."
"He wasn't excited?" Peter must have realized he had hit a nerve by bringing that up because Sirius had gone really quiet and had a mean look on his face.
Peter started to apologize for saying what he had but Sirius just held up his hand and started to back up towards his house. Peter sighed and shut his window before landing in his bed and falling asleep.
Sirius walked back up to his house climbed the latter and clambered back into his bedroom before collapsing on his four-poster bed. His mind was filled with somber thoughts, he couldn't stop thinking about what Peter had said. Sirius couldn't understand why his father wasn't excited that Sirius would finally be going to Hogwarts. If his father wasn't happy that he was going to become a wizard then at least he should be happy that they would be getting away from each other. Sirius wanted to hate his father, sometimes he wished that his father would disappear forever and never come back. However, Sirius couldn't deny how much his father had done for him ever since he was born. He had been provided with a great life, one that most people weren't fortunate enough to have.
Sirius lay back against his pillows for a while, thinking about everything that he would be able to experience when he went to Hogwarts, vowing to himself to be a different person, and to make his life as wonderful as he could. All he wanted was to find the people that would care about him, and be there for him, and he had a feeling he would find them a Hogwarts.
Drifting off into a deep sleep, Sirius Black fell asleep dreaming about the possibilities that awaited him.