CHAPTER ONE
MISERY
"God, why did you have to curse me with the family from Hell!?" I yelled as
I slammed the door of my bedroom. Once again, my owl had been taken away
from me as I was trying to send a letter to James.
I hate this house. I hate the look of it, the smell of it, the feeling of cold that washes over someone as they walk in through the front door. It is so dark and eerie. Even my own room can send shivers down your spine. The walls are black and although I have an assortment of posters and pictures up all over the place, as well as a few medals and awards, it isn't a very uplifting place to be in. I can only have a few of the awards I have earned because many of them are not ones that my dumb-ass parents approve of, since I either had help from James or Lupin, or it was for Gryffindor House. I have a huge window though, the one thing about my room that I enjoy. I can look through my window at the outside world; at things that I cannot have. Love, happiness, a family that I can relate to...
I went over and sat on that window sill when Bellatrix came bursting through my door. Their family was visiting for the week. I rolled my eyes and said, "Can't you knock?" in the most obviously annoyed way, trying to get across to her the message that I don't want her, or anyone else, in my room at the moment.
"No, I can't. Have you got a problem with that?" she sneered.
"What do you want?" I asked, turning around to look at her. She was an attractive witch whom many of the guys at school like, or at least I've heard others say that. Honestly, I don't see how an ugly git like her can be attractive in any way.
"Your mum wants you," she answered. She turned and walked out the door in the most obnoxious way she could, and I hesitantly rose and set off down the steps.
I yelled, "Mum! Where are you? Bella said you wanted a word."
"Drawing Room," came from her far off muffled voice.
I strolled down the corridors of my parents' mansion and stopped outside the door of the drawing room. My mother was speaking with the portrait of my great-great grandfather, the most unpopular headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. You can just guess how proud I am of that...
I slowly made my way into the room and stood next to my dear old mother, who was sitting in her chair facing the portrait of Headmaster Phineas Nigellus.
"You called?" I said.
"I wish you could just be a good boy, you know." She said.
I rolled my eyes.
"You really are a disgrace to this family. I am sick and tired of having to deal with you every single day."
"I'm not even at home most of the year." I interrupted.
"I have to deal with the embarrassment of having a snob like you for a son who hangs out with mudbloods and mudblood lovers and is in Gryffindor House!"
I hate when she does this.
"Well, like I always have said, kids are just big babies no matter how old they get," said Phineas Nigellus.
"No," answered my mother. "Just Sirius. When are you going to grow up?" I mean my God, you could try to be little more like your brother, you know."
And with that, she turned around and I assumed I was dismissed. With every inch of effort not to say what was going on in my head, I stalked out of my room, after giving the portrait of Nigellus the dirtiest look I could muster.
I slammed the door of my room and said out loud, "I've got to get out of here." With that, I put my ear to my door and could hear my mother going down the stairs. I turned the knob when I was quite sure she was gone, and was out of my room about five seconds later.
The stairs creaked, but I wasn't caught. I rushed to the kitchen where I saw my father stash my owl's cage, and wasn't hesitant to open the door. I knew no one would be in there except for the house elves. I needed to talk to James. I needed to speak to someone from the outside world, and not someone who is going to yell at me or try to hex me. coughSnapecough
I ran toward the fire and made to grab a handful of floo powder, but a small hand caught my wrist. I turned and saw Kreacher's beady eyes staring at me. "Dammit," I thought to myself.
"Master Sirius is supposed to be in his room," he said with a sinister smile.
"Kreacher, if you tell anyone about this I swear I will-"I began, but he interrupted me.
"Oh my lady won't like this one bit, she will not. Her own son threatening her house elf and trying to leave the house as well."
"But Kreacher, I'm not trying to leave the house! I just need to talk to someone!"
But then it hit me. I knew I had to get out of this place, but how could it not have struck me before? I had the idea that was going to change my life.
Okay, so if you didn't get that it is from Sirius' POV You must be pretty stupid not to understand that it is about when Sirius ran away.
PLEASE!!!!!! R&R!!!! I am on the Author Alert List of three people who must have read my other stories and not reviewed, because I have never heard of them or gotten a review from them before and I would appreciate it if you could review my stories so I know how to change them and write better for you! THANX!! PS: I love Sirius!
I hate this house. I hate the look of it, the smell of it, the feeling of cold that washes over someone as they walk in through the front door. It is so dark and eerie. Even my own room can send shivers down your spine. The walls are black and although I have an assortment of posters and pictures up all over the place, as well as a few medals and awards, it isn't a very uplifting place to be in. I can only have a few of the awards I have earned because many of them are not ones that my dumb-ass parents approve of, since I either had help from James or Lupin, or it was for Gryffindor House. I have a huge window though, the one thing about my room that I enjoy. I can look through my window at the outside world; at things that I cannot have. Love, happiness, a family that I can relate to...
I went over and sat on that window sill when Bellatrix came bursting through my door. Their family was visiting for the week. I rolled my eyes and said, "Can't you knock?" in the most obviously annoyed way, trying to get across to her the message that I don't want her, or anyone else, in my room at the moment.
"No, I can't. Have you got a problem with that?" she sneered.
"What do you want?" I asked, turning around to look at her. She was an attractive witch whom many of the guys at school like, or at least I've heard others say that. Honestly, I don't see how an ugly git like her can be attractive in any way.
"Your mum wants you," she answered. She turned and walked out the door in the most obnoxious way she could, and I hesitantly rose and set off down the steps.
I yelled, "Mum! Where are you? Bella said you wanted a word."
"Drawing Room," came from her far off muffled voice.
I strolled down the corridors of my parents' mansion and stopped outside the door of the drawing room. My mother was speaking with the portrait of my great-great grandfather, the most unpopular headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. You can just guess how proud I am of that...
I slowly made my way into the room and stood next to my dear old mother, who was sitting in her chair facing the portrait of Headmaster Phineas Nigellus.
"You called?" I said.
"I wish you could just be a good boy, you know." She said.
I rolled my eyes.
"You really are a disgrace to this family. I am sick and tired of having to deal with you every single day."
"I'm not even at home most of the year." I interrupted.
"I have to deal with the embarrassment of having a snob like you for a son who hangs out with mudbloods and mudblood lovers and is in Gryffindor House!"
I hate when she does this.
"Well, like I always have said, kids are just big babies no matter how old they get," said Phineas Nigellus.
"No," answered my mother. "Just Sirius. When are you going to grow up?" I mean my God, you could try to be little more like your brother, you know."
And with that, she turned around and I assumed I was dismissed. With every inch of effort not to say what was going on in my head, I stalked out of my room, after giving the portrait of Nigellus the dirtiest look I could muster.
I slammed the door of my room and said out loud, "I've got to get out of here." With that, I put my ear to my door and could hear my mother going down the stairs. I turned the knob when I was quite sure she was gone, and was out of my room about five seconds later.
The stairs creaked, but I wasn't caught. I rushed to the kitchen where I saw my father stash my owl's cage, and wasn't hesitant to open the door. I knew no one would be in there except for the house elves. I needed to talk to James. I needed to speak to someone from the outside world, and not someone who is going to yell at me or try to hex me. coughSnapecough
I ran toward the fire and made to grab a handful of floo powder, but a small hand caught my wrist. I turned and saw Kreacher's beady eyes staring at me. "Dammit," I thought to myself.
"Master Sirius is supposed to be in his room," he said with a sinister smile.
"Kreacher, if you tell anyone about this I swear I will-"I began, but he interrupted me.
"Oh my lady won't like this one bit, she will not. Her own son threatening her house elf and trying to leave the house as well."
"But Kreacher, I'm not trying to leave the house! I just need to talk to someone!"
But then it hit me. I knew I had to get out of this place, but how could it not have struck me before? I had the idea that was going to change my life.
Okay, so if you didn't get that it is from Sirius' POV You must be pretty stupid not to understand that it is about when Sirius ran away.
PLEASE!!!!!! R&R!!!! I am on the Author Alert List of three people who must have read my other stories and not reviewed, because I have never heard of them or gotten a review from them before and I would appreciate it if you could review my stories so I know how to change them and write better for you! THANX!! PS: I love Sirius!