A.N: ok, I'm drawing a blank here. one might call it a writers block, but hey. i will post because....i've kinda got an idea going. oh, and, unless i say otherwise, the rest of the story is sirius's point of view.
Chapter 9 Confrontation
Christmas had gone and passed by the time I had awoken, but it didn't matter. In my mind, I had recieved the best gift possible. I had my best friend back. I was pretty sure that Natalie and Ben would be happy for me but....who knew. As far as I knew, I was there only true friend.
"Sirius," called out James, breaking into my thoughts. I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want?" I yelled back at him, regretting it almost instantly. Although I had improved greatly over the few days that I had been awake, my head was still aching.
"Come down here. My mom wants to see you. And there are some people here to see you," answered James, and then he fell silent. I felt a tremor of fear go through my body. Who were these people. I didn't want to have to face any old friends of my family. And I certainly didn't want to see any of my relatives other than Andromeda and maybe Unlce Alphard.
Considering there was no way to avoid going downstairs, I dragged myself out of the chair I had been sitting in and slowly walked down the staris, as if I was going to my death. Personally, I thought going downstairs at the moment would be suicide.
When I entered the living room I saw James's dad, Dumbledore, a ministry official, and...my father. I gasped and stopped in the doorway.
"Shocked to see me, aren't you boy," my father sneered. I knew I probably looked terrified, but I was. There was no denying it. I knew that I could have easily been killed that night, and I did not take comfort in that fact.
"Mr. Black, I do suggest you be as polite as possible to your son," Dumbledore said, penetrating my father with an icy glare.
"I do not think it wise for you to boss me around. Especially about HIM," snarled my dad in return.
"Will both of you be quiet," intervened Mr. Potter. Dumbledore and my dad both fell silent, but kept on glaring at each other. That surprised me. Dumbledore rather showed his dislike for someone. I guess he was just really angry. I glanced at James and Mrs. Potter. They both looked uneasy and a little worried.
"Well, Mr. Black," said the ministry official, "you are in a bit of a situation."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, first by abusing your son. Mrs. Potter says that wasn't the first time young Black here had been abused."
"He's my son and I'll do whatever I want to do with him," snapped Mr. Black. I glanced at Dumbledore. That statement seemed to make him even angrier.
"That may be true, Mr. Black, but your son is still a minor. Not to mention a human being. In case you've forgotten, all humans have emotions," Dumbledore interrupted.
"Precisely," agreed the official. "Just because your son isn't acting the way you might wish him to is no reason to beat him."
"I think it's a very good reason," replied my father. I winced slightly as his gaze turned on me. His eyes were full of anger, scorn, and disdain. "I don't know why you even wanted me here. I don't want him."
"What about your wife?" asked Mr. Potter.
"She was the first one to agree with me. We do not want to have to care for such a....blood traitor. Goodbye." My father apparated out of the room. I stared at the place that he had been standing in. Tears threatened to fall, but I quickly pushed them back. James looked shocked and Mrs. Potter had her lips pursed together.
"Well, um....what do we do now?" asked the official.
"We find him a place to stay," answered Dumbledore, now looking at me carefully. He seemed to be searching my heart and soul for my preferences.
"Where would you like to stay, Sirius?" asked Mr. Potter kindly. Although I rarely saw him, he was more of a father to me than Mr. Black was. I looked around at James's and Mrs. Potter's faces. They both looked slightly hopeful.
"Well, sir, if you wouldn't mind, I'd kind of like to stay here. If," I added quickly, "that's not too much of a problem." I looked apprehensive to hear his answer.
Dumbledore looked at the Potter's for a disagreement, and when he saw none, he turned and nodded at the official. The official looked kind of stunned.
"Well, ok. You can come down by the ministry to sign paperwork in a few days, Mr. Potter," the official finally said. Then in a lower tone, one that I still heard, he added, "If he gets to be too much trouble you can always call us. We'll take him somewhere else."
Mr. Potter shook his head. "Thank you, but I'm sure that won't be necessary. I'll be down to sign the papers after work on Thursday."
"Alright Mr. Potter," the official said, and glancing at me one last time, he apparated with a loud CRACK.
Dumbledore also stood up to leave. He glanced at me once before he took Mrs. Potter aside. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I knew it was about me. Quite frankly, I didn't want to know, so I walked over and sat by James.
"You're gonna be staying with us now, mate. Aren't you happy?" exclaimed James.
"The joy is kinda squelched by the fact that I had to see my father again."
"Oh...well, you get to stay with me. That's gotta make up for the bad."
"Yeah, I guess." There was silence between us for a few minutes. "We have to go back to school soon," I finally said.
James looked at me, slightly unhappy. "Yeah, maybe we should go pack."
"Yeah, we probably should."
"Let's go pack now so we won't have anything else to do for a while."
"Alright."
"Let's go."
James and I ran up the stairs. I was so happy. I had my best friend back.
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A.N. So, that was the chapter. the next one they'll go back to hogwarts and....i don't know, stuff will happen. Sorry the chapters are kinda short. i get an idea and write it out, but its' not a very long idea and....well, you get it. the next chapter will be up soon. ta.
Chapter 9 Confrontation
Christmas had gone and passed by the time I had awoken, but it didn't matter. In my mind, I had recieved the best gift possible. I had my best friend back. I was pretty sure that Natalie and Ben would be happy for me but....who knew. As far as I knew, I was there only true friend.
"Sirius," called out James, breaking into my thoughts. I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want?" I yelled back at him, regretting it almost instantly. Although I had improved greatly over the few days that I had been awake, my head was still aching.
"Come down here. My mom wants to see you. And there are some people here to see you," answered James, and then he fell silent. I felt a tremor of fear go through my body. Who were these people. I didn't want to have to face any old friends of my family. And I certainly didn't want to see any of my relatives other than Andromeda and maybe Unlce Alphard.
Considering there was no way to avoid going downstairs, I dragged myself out of the chair I had been sitting in and slowly walked down the staris, as if I was going to my death. Personally, I thought going downstairs at the moment would be suicide.
When I entered the living room I saw James's dad, Dumbledore, a ministry official, and...my father. I gasped and stopped in the doorway.
"Shocked to see me, aren't you boy," my father sneered. I knew I probably looked terrified, but I was. There was no denying it. I knew that I could have easily been killed that night, and I did not take comfort in that fact.
"Mr. Black, I do suggest you be as polite as possible to your son," Dumbledore said, penetrating my father with an icy glare.
"I do not think it wise for you to boss me around. Especially about HIM," snarled my dad in return.
"Will both of you be quiet," intervened Mr. Potter. Dumbledore and my dad both fell silent, but kept on glaring at each other. That surprised me. Dumbledore rather showed his dislike for someone. I guess he was just really angry. I glanced at James and Mrs. Potter. They both looked uneasy and a little worried.
"Well, Mr. Black," said the ministry official, "you are in a bit of a situation."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, first by abusing your son. Mrs. Potter says that wasn't the first time young Black here had been abused."
"He's my son and I'll do whatever I want to do with him," snapped Mr. Black. I glanced at Dumbledore. That statement seemed to make him even angrier.
"That may be true, Mr. Black, but your son is still a minor. Not to mention a human being. In case you've forgotten, all humans have emotions," Dumbledore interrupted.
"Precisely," agreed the official. "Just because your son isn't acting the way you might wish him to is no reason to beat him."
"I think it's a very good reason," replied my father. I winced slightly as his gaze turned on me. His eyes were full of anger, scorn, and disdain. "I don't know why you even wanted me here. I don't want him."
"What about your wife?" asked Mr. Potter.
"She was the first one to agree with me. We do not want to have to care for such a....blood traitor. Goodbye." My father apparated out of the room. I stared at the place that he had been standing in. Tears threatened to fall, but I quickly pushed them back. James looked shocked and Mrs. Potter had her lips pursed together.
"Well, um....what do we do now?" asked the official.
"We find him a place to stay," answered Dumbledore, now looking at me carefully. He seemed to be searching my heart and soul for my preferences.
"Where would you like to stay, Sirius?" asked Mr. Potter kindly. Although I rarely saw him, he was more of a father to me than Mr. Black was. I looked around at James's and Mrs. Potter's faces. They both looked slightly hopeful.
"Well, sir, if you wouldn't mind, I'd kind of like to stay here. If," I added quickly, "that's not too much of a problem." I looked apprehensive to hear his answer.
Dumbledore looked at the Potter's for a disagreement, and when he saw none, he turned and nodded at the official. The official looked kind of stunned.
"Well, ok. You can come down by the ministry to sign paperwork in a few days, Mr. Potter," the official finally said. Then in a lower tone, one that I still heard, he added, "If he gets to be too much trouble you can always call us. We'll take him somewhere else."
Mr. Potter shook his head. "Thank you, but I'm sure that won't be necessary. I'll be down to sign the papers after work on Thursday."
"Alright Mr. Potter," the official said, and glancing at me one last time, he apparated with a loud CRACK.
Dumbledore also stood up to leave. He glanced at me once before he took Mrs. Potter aside. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I knew it was about me. Quite frankly, I didn't want to know, so I walked over and sat by James.
"You're gonna be staying with us now, mate. Aren't you happy?" exclaimed James.
"The joy is kinda squelched by the fact that I had to see my father again."
"Oh...well, you get to stay with me. That's gotta make up for the bad."
"Yeah, I guess." There was silence between us for a few minutes. "We have to go back to school soon," I finally said.
James looked at me, slightly unhappy. "Yeah, maybe we should go pack."
"Yeah, we probably should."
"Let's go pack now so we won't have anything else to do for a while."
"Alright."
"Let's go."
James and I ran up the stairs. I was so happy. I had my best friend back.
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A.N. So, that was the chapter. the next one they'll go back to hogwarts and....i don't know, stuff will happen. Sorry the chapters are kinda short. i get an idea and write it out, but its' not a very long idea and....well, you get it. the next chapter will be up soon. ta.