Hey! Here is another chapter! Its short, I'm sorry but I did want to get a chapter out before my two days of hockey when I can't update. I hope you enjoy it. Please R/R, thank you to all the kind reviews. And yes I made a mistake last chapter; I said Narcissa and Bellatrix were Sirius' sisters, typo! I corrected it, thanks to the person who informed me.
I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does!!
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The next morning Sirius woke considering not going to classes. Maybe if I just stayed here, he thought, no one would notice me. Sirius' stomach rumbled though and he sighed he needed food. He got up thinking that food was the only thing worth getting up for. He got up and dressed silently. Would they send another Howler? He hoped not, they got their point across well enough the day before. Would that satisfy them though?
He went down to the Great Hall and slid into his seat. As always, no one bothered with him. Putting food on his plate, he started to eat his thoughts on praying that they didn't send a Howler. His mind was so focused on that one thought he didn't notice when the owls soared in, and a large brown owl landed in front of him. When the owl, getting impatient with him pecked his arm. Sirius looked up and almost choked on his food. There on its leg was a red envelope. He grabbed it and his bag and ran.
The Gryffindor's roars of laughter rang in his ears as he ran out. In the Entrance Hall, he turned to go outside and get far away but the envelope now smoking opened.
"GRYFFINDOR SLUM! I HOPE YOU GET HEXED TO DEATH! YOU BLOOD TRAITOR! YOUR FATHER AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! YOU ARE SO UNGRATEFUL! WE RAISED YOU, FEED YOU, AND CLOTHED YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US GRYFFINDOR? I'M EMBARRASED TO THINK OF YOU AS MY SON! YOU MAKE ME SICK! WHERE DID WE GO WRONG WITH YOU? WE HAD SUCH HIGH EXPECATIONS FOR YOU!"
His mother's words rang in his ears. He took a few deep breaths; his fists were in balls. He stood there staring at the space where the letter had been. He kicked the ground in frustration, why couldn't he just go back to the time before Hogwarts? Things had been a lot simpler then. He grabbed his bag which had fallen from his shoulder, and went to his first class having no desire showing his face in the Great Hall that morning.
He sat in the back of the Charms classroom turning the pages of his book. Boring… boring… boring, he thought flipping through the pages looking for something good to read about. All this spells were boring.
"Sirius?"
He stopped turning the pages and looked up with one eye. It was Lily Evans.
"Yes?" He asked and looked back at the book.
"I was wondering why the Gryffindors don't like you," she asked.
"Go ask them," Sirius shrugged still not looking up.
"I'd like to hear your reasons," said Lily.
Sirius looked up; "I'm a Black that's why. I don't know why, I don't know what that means, but if you find out, tell me." He looked back down at the book.
"You want to know why Black is unpopular Evans?" a new voice entered the classroom. Sirius looked up with one eye it was James Potter.
He was laughing. He put down his book bag and walked over to them. He walked with authority, with power, he knew that he knew more than both of them combined. He stood in front of Sirius' desk. "He's a Black. A foul, corrupt, Dark family."
That was news to me, Sirius thought.
"The Blacks think they are above everyone because they are a pure blood family. Now some families, like mine do not think that, but the Blacks are twisted. They don't like Muggles. When Grindelwald was around, some of the non-important Blacks joined the fight. You would never see that one in a fight though, he considers himself too important. The Blacks though supplied Grindelwald money and support. They all belong in Slytherin especially you," He stared down hard at Sirius.
"Toujours pur." Sirius thought to himself. The Black Family motto, he had forgotten that. He looked back up at Potter, "And what did I do to offend you? What if I'm not like my parents."
"The bad blood runs in the family. You don't fight fair in duels either, you cheaters."
"Who dueled who?" Sirius asked.
"Our great grandfathers dueled, and yours cheated." James told him, "And I'd love to settle that score."
"How do you know all of this?"
"My father told me, he knew there was going to be a Black at the school, and he like everyone else was sure you were going to be in Slytherin. How did you get in the noble house of Gryffindor?"
"I made the Hat mad," Sirius shrugged.
"After those Howlers you've gotten, it seems more than the Hat is mad at you," James howled with laughter. "Well Evans, there is your answer. We don't like him because we know exactly who his family is, and we know he doesn't belong with civilized people. I'd stay away from him, he just might kill you."
Scared of what she had just heard she backed away. James looked around and noticed Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew enter. He went over to them leaving Sirius alone.
Was it true? Was Potter telling the truth? Was that the answer? He had better ask Andromeda, she would tell him the truth.