Disclaimer: I'm so bored and no I don't own the books yet. "What are we
gonna do today?" "The same thing we do every day, try to take
over.....Harry Potter. Mwahaha." Teeheehee. Anyways, here's chapter 5. I do
need to get a life.
Chapter 5. Runaway
That was the worst beating I had ever gone through. I had passed out after 15 minutes of an intense beating. I woke up later to find myself out alone in the cold with my trunk next to me. On the trunk was a timed Howler (A.N: I know it probably doesn't exist but play along. it's our little secret.). I knew it wouldn't say anything good, so I just stared at it and made no move to open it.
I felt crappy to say the least. I was pretty sure that my left arm was broken and I could feel cuts and bruises all over my body. I also knew that if I didn't get warm soon I would probably freeze to death. And considering the fact that that option didn't appeal to me, I set out to find a place to stay. But where? The problem was, no one liked the Blacks. Anyone who did was insane.
I got up, wincing at all my injuries. I was almost upright, when a sharp pain in my side made me whimper and sink back down onto my knees. I was immobilized. Uncertain of what to do, I just sat there, huddling by my trunk for warmth. Gazing around, I felt all hope of getting back to Hogwarts leave me. Even if I did survive, I would probably be just barely alive. What good would I be if I was almost dead? What good was I anyway?
Then I thought of Natalie. Natalie and her dark hair and skin. Natalie with her happy eyes, always so joyful and hyper. Natalie and her comforting words of wisdom. I was head of heels and I knew it. Natalie was perfect in every single way, no matter how corny that sounds. I had to survive, if not for myself, then for her. I sighed and began to get up again, this time ignoring my protesting body.
I managed to stand up, but had a hard time walking. I grabbed the handle of my trunk and began to pull it along behind me. I spent a good hour doing this. Just wandering around aimlessly did have its flaws, but astonishingly enough, it had some good too. I came up with an idea. Well, it wasn't a good one, but it was the only one that could even remotely work. I was going to go to James's house. In a way that scared me. Knowing how I was going to be received didn't make me feel any better, but at the time, I was low on options.
Just as I made up my mind, the Howler on my trunk began to smoke. I cringed slightly, knowing that a long torrent of words would be hurtled at me. I was right.
SIRIUS BLACK!!! HOW DARE YOU?? AFTER ALL THE YEARS WE TOOK CARE OF YOU! WE CLOTHED YOU, WE FED YOU, WE PUT A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK US? BY TURNING YOUR BACK ON US? WELL NO SON OF MINE WILL ACT LIKE THAT. YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION, SHAME OF MY FLESH, FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR, AND FAILURE!!! (A.N.: many profanities would probably follow, but I don't really approve of cursing so I'm not gonna actually write it. you can all just let your imaginations run away with you if you like). WE SHOULD HAVE DROWNED YOU WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE!!! YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME IN OUR HOUSE. IF YOU EVER DO COME BACK WE WILL KILL YOU!!!
The howler ended traditionally when it burned itself into more ashes. If my condition wasn't bad enough, tears began to fill my eyes. Sure I'd never really cared for my family, but they were still family. I had no where to go now. My future was looking very bleak. I decided on continuing to James's house, but in my current condition I knew it was gonna be hard. I was already starting to feel weak, as if I was gonna pass out again.
I sat down on my trunk briefly, holding my aching head in my hands. I knew that there was blood caked around my face, I could feel it there. Knowing that I had to be moving, I got to my feet as gracefully as I could and began dragging my trunk again. James lived about 30 minutes from where I lived driving. The way I figured it, I'd get there by morning. Maybe.
Just then a thought struck me. The knight bus. I groped for my wand in my trunk, silently berating myself for forgetting about the knight bus in the first place. I found it and held it in my right hand, carefully cradling my broken one against my chest. The bus appeared moments after I held up my wand and I gratefully pulled out some galleons and limped onto the bus as the door opened.
"And you'll be going where?" asked the bus attendant.
"Godric's Hollow," I replied.
"That would be 10 galleons please."
I handed the attendant the money and went to go sit on a bed, being careful of my injuries the entire time. Shortly after I sat down, the bus started off again with a bang.
It hadn't occurred to be that I looked terrible. Being beaten up would do that to a guy I guess. So it kinda surprised me when the attendant kept on staring at me. She finally broke her silence and said, "Would like some hot chocolate for an extra 5 sickles?"
I thought about if for a moment and then declined. I wasn't really thirsty, just tired, hurt, and hungry. I would have asked for food except I knew that the bus would be at the Potter house soon. So I just sat back and tried to make my aching body comfortable. It wasn't really working, but I guess it's the effort that counts.
Just as I got comfortable, the bus came to a halt. I knew that it was James's house by the pointed look the attendant gave me.
"Have a goodnight," she said uncertainly as I limped off the bus, dragging my trunk behind me.
"Thank you."
As the bus pulled away again, I looked around. I had always liked James's neighborhood, because it had always been so nice. This night, however, it seemed threatening. Probably just because I wasn't looking forward to facing James again. I had to though. There was no where else I could go. It was just worth the risk.
I slowly walked up the walk to the door of the Potter's house. It hurt to move so when I reached the door, I gingerly reached out and knocked. It was about 3:00 am. Upstairs I could see a light come on. It came from James's room. Fear filled me instantly, and for a moment I questioned my decision. I pushed away my doubts and instead focused on staying on my feet. By then I was swaying and about to collapse again.
James didn't come to the door immediately, so I knocked again, this time with more force. This took almost all my remaining energy. I was drained. I was praying that James would open the door soon. My prayer was answered and a few seconds later the door opened, revealing a sleep, disgruntled James. He took one look at me and his jaw dropped and his face grew hard.
"Sirius," was all he said.
********* A.N: another little surprise for you to come. Although it's probably not a surprise, but whatever. Please review. My fingers are frozen as I type this so I think I deserve some kind of response. Flame, compliment, spit, yell, scream, cry, whatever you wanna do, just PLEASE respond. Thank you. Go Lakers!
Chapter 5. Runaway
That was the worst beating I had ever gone through. I had passed out after 15 minutes of an intense beating. I woke up later to find myself out alone in the cold with my trunk next to me. On the trunk was a timed Howler (A.N: I know it probably doesn't exist but play along. it's our little secret.). I knew it wouldn't say anything good, so I just stared at it and made no move to open it.
I felt crappy to say the least. I was pretty sure that my left arm was broken and I could feel cuts and bruises all over my body. I also knew that if I didn't get warm soon I would probably freeze to death. And considering the fact that that option didn't appeal to me, I set out to find a place to stay. But where? The problem was, no one liked the Blacks. Anyone who did was insane.
I got up, wincing at all my injuries. I was almost upright, when a sharp pain in my side made me whimper and sink back down onto my knees. I was immobilized. Uncertain of what to do, I just sat there, huddling by my trunk for warmth. Gazing around, I felt all hope of getting back to Hogwarts leave me. Even if I did survive, I would probably be just barely alive. What good would I be if I was almost dead? What good was I anyway?
Then I thought of Natalie. Natalie and her dark hair and skin. Natalie with her happy eyes, always so joyful and hyper. Natalie and her comforting words of wisdom. I was head of heels and I knew it. Natalie was perfect in every single way, no matter how corny that sounds. I had to survive, if not for myself, then for her. I sighed and began to get up again, this time ignoring my protesting body.
I managed to stand up, but had a hard time walking. I grabbed the handle of my trunk and began to pull it along behind me. I spent a good hour doing this. Just wandering around aimlessly did have its flaws, but astonishingly enough, it had some good too. I came up with an idea. Well, it wasn't a good one, but it was the only one that could even remotely work. I was going to go to James's house. In a way that scared me. Knowing how I was going to be received didn't make me feel any better, but at the time, I was low on options.
Just as I made up my mind, the Howler on my trunk began to smoke. I cringed slightly, knowing that a long torrent of words would be hurtled at me. I was right.
SIRIUS BLACK!!! HOW DARE YOU?? AFTER ALL THE YEARS WE TOOK CARE OF YOU! WE CLOTHED YOU, WE FED YOU, WE PUT A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK US? BY TURNING YOUR BACK ON US? WELL NO SON OF MINE WILL ACT LIKE THAT. YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION, SHAME OF MY FLESH, FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR, AND FAILURE!!! (A.N.: many profanities would probably follow, but I don't really approve of cursing so I'm not gonna actually write it. you can all just let your imaginations run away with you if you like). WE SHOULD HAVE DROWNED YOU WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE!!! YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME IN OUR HOUSE. IF YOU EVER DO COME BACK WE WILL KILL YOU!!!
The howler ended traditionally when it burned itself into more ashes. If my condition wasn't bad enough, tears began to fill my eyes. Sure I'd never really cared for my family, but they were still family. I had no where to go now. My future was looking very bleak. I decided on continuing to James's house, but in my current condition I knew it was gonna be hard. I was already starting to feel weak, as if I was gonna pass out again.
I sat down on my trunk briefly, holding my aching head in my hands. I knew that there was blood caked around my face, I could feel it there. Knowing that I had to be moving, I got to my feet as gracefully as I could and began dragging my trunk again. James lived about 30 minutes from where I lived driving. The way I figured it, I'd get there by morning. Maybe.
Just then a thought struck me. The knight bus. I groped for my wand in my trunk, silently berating myself for forgetting about the knight bus in the first place. I found it and held it in my right hand, carefully cradling my broken one against my chest. The bus appeared moments after I held up my wand and I gratefully pulled out some galleons and limped onto the bus as the door opened.
"And you'll be going where?" asked the bus attendant.
"Godric's Hollow," I replied.
"That would be 10 galleons please."
I handed the attendant the money and went to go sit on a bed, being careful of my injuries the entire time. Shortly after I sat down, the bus started off again with a bang.
It hadn't occurred to be that I looked terrible. Being beaten up would do that to a guy I guess. So it kinda surprised me when the attendant kept on staring at me. She finally broke her silence and said, "Would like some hot chocolate for an extra 5 sickles?"
I thought about if for a moment and then declined. I wasn't really thirsty, just tired, hurt, and hungry. I would have asked for food except I knew that the bus would be at the Potter house soon. So I just sat back and tried to make my aching body comfortable. It wasn't really working, but I guess it's the effort that counts.
Just as I got comfortable, the bus came to a halt. I knew that it was James's house by the pointed look the attendant gave me.
"Have a goodnight," she said uncertainly as I limped off the bus, dragging my trunk behind me.
"Thank you."
As the bus pulled away again, I looked around. I had always liked James's neighborhood, because it had always been so nice. This night, however, it seemed threatening. Probably just because I wasn't looking forward to facing James again. I had to though. There was no where else I could go. It was just worth the risk.
I slowly walked up the walk to the door of the Potter's house. It hurt to move so when I reached the door, I gingerly reached out and knocked. It was about 3:00 am. Upstairs I could see a light come on. It came from James's room. Fear filled me instantly, and for a moment I questioned my decision. I pushed away my doubts and instead focused on staying on my feet. By then I was swaying and about to collapse again.
James didn't come to the door immediately, so I knocked again, this time with more force. This took almost all my remaining energy. I was drained. I was praying that James would open the door soon. My prayer was answered and a few seconds later the door opened, revealing a sleep, disgruntled James. He took one look at me and his jaw dropped and his face grew hard.
"Sirius," was all he said.
********* A.N: another little surprise for you to come. Although it's probably not a surprise, but whatever. Please review. My fingers are frozen as I type this so I think I deserve some kind of response. Flame, compliment, spit, yell, scream, cry, whatever you wanna do, just PLEASE respond. Thank you. Go Lakers!