The Marauders
Chapter 2: Sirius Black
Sirius Black was a black-haired, gray-eyed eleven year old, who was part of a very snobbish, rude, pureblood family. He was kind and nice, unlike his horrible family. His mother and father despised him; unlike the way they adored his younger brother, Regulus.
Sirius lived in a Muggle neighborhood in a house that could only be seen if you thought about it. He lived at number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Sirius walked through the hallway towards the kitchen. It was an unpleasant hallway, with a bunch of plaques on the wall with elf heads mounted on them.
Sirius walked into the kitchen, and saw his mother counting her money. Sirius walked right past her to the magical refrigerator, which was run on magic. He pulled out a waffle and made to leave the kitchen.
"Sirius!" his mother said. Sirius closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again. He was standing in the doorway. "Come here." Sirius turned around and stopped in front of her.
"Yes, Mother?" Sirius asked. He knew that he had to be cordial with her, or he would get in trouble.
"We're going to Diagon Alley today to get your school things at four o'clock. Understood?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Good. Be ready. You're excused." Sirius turned to go. "Ah, ah." Sirius sighed and turned around.
"Thank you, Mother." Sirius left in a hurry, eating his waffle on the way. "Great, just great. Kreacher!"
Kreacher the house-elf was standing in front of him.
"What do you want, Kreacher?"
"Kreacher is just going to see Mistress, young Master."
"Yeah, well you'd better be on your way. I have things to do myself." Kreacher shuffled away. Sirius rolled his eyes. Sometimes he wished that he could just get out of Grimmauld Place. He would be starting first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on September first. At least he'd be at school most of the year. This was definitely a plus. When Sirius got to his room, he closed his door and locked it. He didn't want his perfect little brother barging in on him.
Sirius got a piece of parchment and an inkwell and began to write a letter. A few months back, Sirius had met a boy at a Quidditch match. He liked him a lot, and they had been sending owls to each other. The boy's name was James Potter, and Sirius couldn't wait to see him at Hogwarts. At least he had a friend.
Sirius dipped his quill in the ink, and began to write a letter to James.
James,
How are you? I'm fine. Well that is to say.as fine as you could get here at Grimmauld Place. My evil mother's being rude, as always. I can't wait for September first. I can't wait for September first; I can't wait to get out of here. It's driving me totally crazy. These have been the worst eleven years of my short life. It's absolutely horrible. But enough about that. Meet me on Platform 9 ¾ at ten forty-five on the first.
See you then, Sirius
Sirius read through his letter.
"Yep. That sounds good." He tied the letter to his owl's leg and sent it off.
There was a pounding on the door.
"Hey! Let me in, Sirius!" It was Regulus.
"No! Get out of here!" Sirius yelled back.
"But I'm not even in yet!"
"And you're not coming in!" Sirius heard Regulus run down the stairs screaming for his mother. Sirius ran to the door and unlocked it.
Moments later, his mother and Regulus were in his room.
"Your brother has informed me that you locked him out of you room."
"Whatever do you mean, Mother?" Sirius asked innocently. His mother looked to his brother.
"Regulus, are you sure his door was locked?"
"Yes! Yes, it was!"
"Sirius, you are to help Kreacher with the dishes tonight." Sirius groaned. "Don't do that unless you want more work!" And with that she left the room. Regulus stuck his tongue out at Sirius as he left.
Sirius Black was a black-haired, gray-eyed eleven year old, who was part of a very snobbish, rude, pureblood family. He was kind and nice, unlike his horrible family. His mother and father despised him; unlike the way they adored his younger brother, Regulus.
Sirius lived in a Muggle neighborhood in a house that could only be seen if you thought about it. He lived at number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Sirius walked through the hallway towards the kitchen. It was an unpleasant hallway, with a bunch of plaques on the wall with elf heads mounted on them.
Sirius walked into the kitchen, and saw his mother counting her money. Sirius walked right past her to the magical refrigerator, which was run on magic. He pulled out a waffle and made to leave the kitchen.
"Sirius!" his mother said. Sirius closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again. He was standing in the doorway. "Come here." Sirius turned around and stopped in front of her.
"Yes, Mother?" Sirius asked. He knew that he had to be cordial with her, or he would get in trouble.
"We're going to Diagon Alley today to get your school things at four o'clock. Understood?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Good. Be ready. You're excused." Sirius turned to go. "Ah, ah." Sirius sighed and turned around.
"Thank you, Mother." Sirius left in a hurry, eating his waffle on the way. "Great, just great. Kreacher!"
Kreacher the house-elf was standing in front of him.
"What do you want, Kreacher?"
"Kreacher is just going to see Mistress, young Master."
"Yeah, well you'd better be on your way. I have things to do myself." Kreacher shuffled away. Sirius rolled his eyes. Sometimes he wished that he could just get out of Grimmauld Place. He would be starting first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on September first. At least he'd be at school most of the year. This was definitely a plus. When Sirius got to his room, he closed his door and locked it. He didn't want his perfect little brother barging in on him.
Sirius got a piece of parchment and an inkwell and began to write a letter. A few months back, Sirius had met a boy at a Quidditch match. He liked him a lot, and they had been sending owls to each other. The boy's name was James Potter, and Sirius couldn't wait to see him at Hogwarts. At least he had a friend.
Sirius dipped his quill in the ink, and began to write a letter to James.
James,
How are you? I'm fine. Well that is to say.as fine as you could get here at Grimmauld Place. My evil mother's being rude, as always. I can't wait for September first. I can't wait for September first; I can't wait to get out of here. It's driving me totally crazy. These have been the worst eleven years of my short life. It's absolutely horrible. But enough about that. Meet me on Platform 9 ¾ at ten forty-five on the first.
See you then, Sirius
Sirius read through his letter.
"Yep. That sounds good." He tied the letter to his owl's leg and sent it off.
There was a pounding on the door.
"Hey! Let me in, Sirius!" It was Regulus.
"No! Get out of here!" Sirius yelled back.
"But I'm not even in yet!"
"And you're not coming in!" Sirius heard Regulus run down the stairs screaming for his mother. Sirius ran to the door and unlocked it.
Moments later, his mother and Regulus were in his room.
"Your brother has informed me that you locked him out of you room."
"Whatever do you mean, Mother?" Sirius asked innocently. His mother looked to his brother.
"Regulus, are you sure his door was locked?"
"Yes! Yes, it was!"
"Sirius, you are to help Kreacher with the dishes tonight." Sirius groaned. "Don't do that unless you want more work!" And with that she left the room. Regulus stuck his tongue out at Sirius as he left.