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I apologize for the spelling errors. I have no beta reader, and my computer doesn't have a word processor.
I heard the door open, and several people enter.
"Shhh....whatever you do, don't pull back the curtains," a voice I thought I would never hear again whispered.
"SIRIUS BLACK! YOU SHAME OUR HOUSE!" I yelled. The force of the noise blew the curtains back so that I could see the infedels. A woman with red/orange hair, and three red headed children who were definitley hers looked startled. My son and another man tried to blast me off of the wall, but I had been smarter than that. In the years before my body's death, I had cast every sort of charm I could think of an my portrait.
"INFEDELS, BLOOD TRAITORS! YOU'RE NO SON OF MINE! WHY COULDN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER!"
As soon as they shut the curtains I quieted. My son, Sirius Black, back. The last member of our most noble house. A sad, pitiful excuse for an heir, but he was my son...should some mercy be shown to him?
The doorbell rang, and I screeched again, "SIRIUS BLACK, IF YOUR FATHER COULD SEE YOU HE WOULD HAVE A HEART ATACK!"
Sirius and the man ran back out, adn tried to pull the curtains closed as I continued to scream at them. How dare he disturb my silence. How dare he bring Weasleys into my house. What next, mudbloods? The doorbell rang again, and I paused in my tirade for a moment. A bushy haired brunette walked into the house. She was wearing muggle clothing, and I could tell just by looking at her that she was a mudblood.
"HOW DARE YOU TAINT THE HOUSE OF BLACK WITH A MUDBLOOD! YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE!"
"Someone shut the ol' bat up!" Sirius yelled, "Remus!"
"A HALF BREED IN MY HOUE!"
The curtains were closed ubrubtly, and darkness reined again. My son. My Sirius has come back, back from Azkaban to taint, and shame our house once more. Why he couldn't be more like Regulus, how I miss him.
The door opened, and all I could do was let out a long animal screech. How he could even hold his head up with the embarrasment of our family wheighing on his shoulders I would never know. I was ashamed of him, and I wanted him to know it.
-End-
I apologize for the spelling errors. I have no beta reader, and my computer doesn't have a word processor.
I heard the door open, and several people enter.
"Shhh....whatever you do, don't pull back the curtains," a voice I thought I would never hear again whispered.
"SIRIUS BLACK! YOU SHAME OUR HOUSE!" I yelled. The force of the noise blew the curtains back so that I could see the infedels. A woman with red/orange hair, and three red headed children who were definitley hers looked startled. My son and another man tried to blast me off of the wall, but I had been smarter than that. In the years before my body's death, I had cast every sort of charm I could think of an my portrait.
"INFEDELS, BLOOD TRAITORS! YOU'RE NO SON OF MINE! WHY COULDN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER!"
As soon as they shut the curtains I quieted. My son, Sirius Black, back. The last member of our most noble house. A sad, pitiful excuse for an heir, but he was my son...should some mercy be shown to him?
The doorbell rang, and I screeched again, "SIRIUS BLACK, IF YOUR FATHER COULD SEE YOU HE WOULD HAVE A HEART ATACK!"
Sirius and the man ran back out, adn tried to pull the curtains closed as I continued to scream at them. How dare he disturb my silence. How dare he bring Weasleys into my house. What next, mudbloods? The doorbell rang again, and I paused in my tirade for a moment. A bushy haired brunette walked into the house. She was wearing muggle clothing, and I could tell just by looking at her that she was a mudblood.
"HOW DARE YOU TAINT THE HOUSE OF BLACK WITH A MUDBLOOD! YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE!"
"Someone shut the ol' bat up!" Sirius yelled, "Remus!"
"A HALF BREED IN MY HOUE!"
The curtains were closed ubrubtly, and darkness reined again. My son. My Sirius has come back, back from Azkaban to taint, and shame our house once more. Why he couldn't be more like Regulus, how I miss him.
The door opened, and all I could do was let out a long animal screech. How he could even hold his head up with the embarrasment of our family wheighing on his shoulders I would never know. I was ashamed of him, and I wanted him to know it.
-End-