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CHAPTER 6
UP IN FLAMES
That second, I ran to the closet on the other side of the large kitchen and flung open the door. I reached my hand up and grabbed the cage holding my owl, Phinny, (short for Phineas Nigellus, my parents named him for me and he doesn't answer to anything else.) and pulled it down. The owl hooted softly and I turned. Realizing that all eyes were on me in the kitchen and that the blasted house-elf Kreacher had gone, I carried the cage to the door to go up to my room so I could send a letter.
Right when I opened the door, I nearly slammed into my father staring down at me with no pity in his eyes. Before I could do anything, he grabbed the cage and as Phinny hooted disapprovingly he stashed it back in the closet, but on a much higher shelf (as if that would do anything).
I tried to get out the doorway to get out of the kitchen but just as I put my foot outside in the hallway I felt a tremendous tug at my ear. My father had grabbed me by the cartilage of my ear with his hand and he thrust me into the kitchen table. I slammed into the wooden table hard and knew that I would have a large bruise on my back.
"What do you mean by it, Sirius?!" my father yelled at me. He said my name as though I was a horribly poisonous bug.
"What do I mean by what?" I snarled back.
"Trying to leave the house are we?"
"I wasn't trying to leave the house!"
"Kreacher says you were using floo powder," he said as though trying to be as quiet as he could. "What were you trying to do, then?"
"I-I need to talk to someone." I retorted.
"Oh! Much better!" answered my father sarcastically. "And who were you trying to contact?"
"Er...James?" This sounded like more of a question than an answer.
"How many times have we told you that you are not to go around talking to people you have specifically been told not to go near? That Potter boy is nothing but trouble! Do you understand me? He is a mudblood loving Gryffindor whose family has no regards for the rules! They are scum!"
At this, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to hit my father at that moment, to hurt him for speaking about James like that. How dare he speak like that about someone he doesn't even know?
"How would you have any idea what he is like?" I yelled. "You've never met him!"
"And neither do I wish to," he answered.
"And I'm in Gryffindor, too, in case you forgot!" I answered him as though I didn't hear what he had said.
"Oh we haven't forgotten!" he spat back at me. "You are the most embarrassing piece of filth in this family! You disgrace us!"
"Then throw me out," I said almost calmly. In my mind I hoped he would throw me out. It would be much better than staying where I was.
But instead of answering back, my father came closer to me and smacked me hard across the face. The ring he was wearing with the Black Family crest on it cut into my cheek and I noticed I was bleeding.
I was dragged up the stairs and thrust into my room with the door slammed behind me. I turned to look in the mirror and saw the deep cut on my face. Hatred surged through me like electricity and I threw myself onto my bed and cried tears of a mixture of pure loathing for my family and the pain of feeling lonely and separated from everything I have in common.
The door suddenly burst open and I turned and saw Bella standing there with a disgusting smirk on her face. She sat down on my bed and laughed softy at me and said quietly, "Crying, are we?"
I turned away. My brother came in the room as well. He laughed meanly and said, "Someone's in deep shit now."
I stood up, pushed him away from my room and turned to Bella, grabbed her hand and pulled her out of my room as well. I sealed my door shut and turned to my window.
I climbed through it and made my way down the old vines covering that side of our home. I ran down the road with a plan reeling through my head. I was going to run away and this time I was going to have somewhere to go. I had run away once before but was found, because I didn't have a place to stay, but this time would be different.
Finally, I got to the nearest wizard house I knew of. I was about eight blocks away, and a kind family lived there. I knocked on the door and heard the bustling of feet as someone hurried toward the door.
A short, plump witch about the same age as me looked through the window and smiling, Elizabeth Weasley let me in.
"Do you need to speak to my mum or dad?" she asked politely.
"Er, yeah, can I talk to them?"
"Of course," She said.
She left and I looked around the house from where I stood. It was a pleasant home, much unlike mine. There were no gaudy portraits up all over the walls and the walls themselves were not all dark colors. There weren't any beheaded house elves lining the walls and there was a family portrait of a happy looking family, all with phoenix-like red hair.
A lady walked over and said, "Sorry dear, my husband isn't in right now, but what is it that you need to talk to us about? Come in and have a seat, please."
Her manners were incredible. They weren't the kind my family thought were decent, but manners that make someone feel good inside.
"Thank you," I responded, as I sat on the comfortable couch.
It was awkward asking this, but I needed to do it. It was urgent.
But just before I began, Mrs. Weasley asked as though she had just noticed it, "My goodness dear! What happened to your face?" She took out her wand a tapped my cheek. I felt the wound heal, wondering why she did that for me.
"Er...could I possibly use your fireplace for a minute? I only want to talk to someone." I asked.
She looked at me as though thinking of what to say. She was probably pondering over why I couldn't use my own.
"Of course you may, dear! Is that all?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
She showed me to the fireplace and left the room so I could talk in private.
I shoveled up a handful of floo powder in my right hand and threw it into the flames, which instantly turned bright green. Sticking my head through, I yelled, "Potter Residence!"
My head spun in the ashes and seemed to land in the living room fireplace of James' home. His, too, was a pleasant house like the Weasleys'.
A young man just happened to be sitting on the sofa reading an obviously interesting book.
"James!" I called.
The boy's messy dark-haired head jerked upward and I saw James' fudge-brown eyes look at me in the fire. He immediately got to his knees in front of me and said, "What's the problem? Why can't you send a letter?"
"I want to run away from home," I said. "I need a place to stay, though."
He looked at me and asked, "Wow Sirius, this must be urgent. You can't wait a year? What happened?"
He looked sincerely concerned.
"I can't answer now, I'll tell you later. I'm not at my house. I couldn't use my fire. I'm borrowing the Weasley's. Can you see if it's okay if I can stay over there with you for the rest of the summer?"
"Sure I can. They probably won't mind; they love visitors," he said with a smirk.
This was the complete opposite of what my parents were like. They would freak if I ever asked if a friend could spend a month over at our house.
"You're sure?" I questioned. It couldn't possibly be this easy.
"Definitely," he answered.
"Well, I'm out! Thanks so much!" I said and I swirled back into the Weasley's house. I turned around and saw a young Arthur Weasley standing there looking at me.
"Hello, Arthur," I said.
"Hey," he answered. He must not have known I was over and was wondering who was in the fire until I popped my head out.
Mrs. Weasley bustled in and said, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"No thanks," I said. They had done enough for me. Then I panicked. It was nearly dinner time for my family. We would be having it in about ten minutes. I had to get home.
"Well, thanks Mrs. Weasley; I have to be going now," I said. She smiled and said, "Any time, dear," and I left the house.
I ran down the street as fast as I could. I would be in huge trouble if my parents found out I had been gone.
WHOO HOO!! That was exciting! Is Sirius going to get into even deeper trouble? Well, r&r and I shall have the next chapter out as soon as possible! Thanks again to those who have reviewed! You have NO idea how much it is appreciated!
CHAPTER 6
UP IN FLAMES
That second, I ran to the closet on the other side of the large kitchen and flung open the door. I reached my hand up and grabbed the cage holding my owl, Phinny, (short for Phineas Nigellus, my parents named him for me and he doesn't answer to anything else.) and pulled it down. The owl hooted softly and I turned. Realizing that all eyes were on me in the kitchen and that the blasted house-elf Kreacher had gone, I carried the cage to the door to go up to my room so I could send a letter.
Right when I opened the door, I nearly slammed into my father staring down at me with no pity in his eyes. Before I could do anything, he grabbed the cage and as Phinny hooted disapprovingly he stashed it back in the closet, but on a much higher shelf (as if that would do anything).
I tried to get out the doorway to get out of the kitchen but just as I put my foot outside in the hallway I felt a tremendous tug at my ear. My father had grabbed me by the cartilage of my ear with his hand and he thrust me into the kitchen table. I slammed into the wooden table hard and knew that I would have a large bruise on my back.
"What do you mean by it, Sirius?!" my father yelled at me. He said my name as though I was a horribly poisonous bug.
"What do I mean by what?" I snarled back.
"Trying to leave the house are we?"
"I wasn't trying to leave the house!"
"Kreacher says you were using floo powder," he said as though trying to be as quiet as he could. "What were you trying to do, then?"
"I-I need to talk to someone." I retorted.
"Oh! Much better!" answered my father sarcastically. "And who were you trying to contact?"
"Er...James?" This sounded like more of a question than an answer.
"How many times have we told you that you are not to go around talking to people you have specifically been told not to go near? That Potter boy is nothing but trouble! Do you understand me? He is a mudblood loving Gryffindor whose family has no regards for the rules! They are scum!"
At this, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to hit my father at that moment, to hurt him for speaking about James like that. How dare he speak like that about someone he doesn't even know?
"How would you have any idea what he is like?" I yelled. "You've never met him!"
"And neither do I wish to," he answered.
"And I'm in Gryffindor, too, in case you forgot!" I answered him as though I didn't hear what he had said.
"Oh we haven't forgotten!" he spat back at me. "You are the most embarrassing piece of filth in this family! You disgrace us!"
"Then throw me out," I said almost calmly. In my mind I hoped he would throw me out. It would be much better than staying where I was.
But instead of answering back, my father came closer to me and smacked me hard across the face. The ring he was wearing with the Black Family crest on it cut into my cheek and I noticed I was bleeding.
I was dragged up the stairs and thrust into my room with the door slammed behind me. I turned to look in the mirror and saw the deep cut on my face. Hatred surged through me like electricity and I threw myself onto my bed and cried tears of a mixture of pure loathing for my family and the pain of feeling lonely and separated from everything I have in common.
The door suddenly burst open and I turned and saw Bella standing there with a disgusting smirk on her face. She sat down on my bed and laughed softy at me and said quietly, "Crying, are we?"
I turned away. My brother came in the room as well. He laughed meanly and said, "Someone's in deep shit now."
I stood up, pushed him away from my room and turned to Bella, grabbed her hand and pulled her out of my room as well. I sealed my door shut and turned to my window.
I climbed through it and made my way down the old vines covering that side of our home. I ran down the road with a plan reeling through my head. I was going to run away and this time I was going to have somewhere to go. I had run away once before but was found, because I didn't have a place to stay, but this time would be different.
Finally, I got to the nearest wizard house I knew of. I was about eight blocks away, and a kind family lived there. I knocked on the door and heard the bustling of feet as someone hurried toward the door.
A short, plump witch about the same age as me looked through the window and smiling, Elizabeth Weasley let me in.
"Do you need to speak to my mum or dad?" she asked politely.
"Er, yeah, can I talk to them?"
"Of course," She said.
She left and I looked around the house from where I stood. It was a pleasant home, much unlike mine. There were no gaudy portraits up all over the walls and the walls themselves were not all dark colors. There weren't any beheaded house elves lining the walls and there was a family portrait of a happy looking family, all with phoenix-like red hair.
A lady walked over and said, "Sorry dear, my husband isn't in right now, but what is it that you need to talk to us about? Come in and have a seat, please."
Her manners were incredible. They weren't the kind my family thought were decent, but manners that make someone feel good inside.
"Thank you," I responded, as I sat on the comfortable couch.
It was awkward asking this, but I needed to do it. It was urgent.
But just before I began, Mrs. Weasley asked as though she had just noticed it, "My goodness dear! What happened to your face?" She took out her wand a tapped my cheek. I felt the wound heal, wondering why she did that for me.
"Er...could I possibly use your fireplace for a minute? I only want to talk to someone." I asked.
She looked at me as though thinking of what to say. She was probably pondering over why I couldn't use my own.
"Of course you may, dear! Is that all?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
She showed me to the fireplace and left the room so I could talk in private.
I shoveled up a handful of floo powder in my right hand and threw it into the flames, which instantly turned bright green. Sticking my head through, I yelled, "Potter Residence!"
My head spun in the ashes and seemed to land in the living room fireplace of James' home. His, too, was a pleasant house like the Weasleys'.
A young man just happened to be sitting on the sofa reading an obviously interesting book.
"James!" I called.
The boy's messy dark-haired head jerked upward and I saw James' fudge-brown eyes look at me in the fire. He immediately got to his knees in front of me and said, "What's the problem? Why can't you send a letter?"
"I want to run away from home," I said. "I need a place to stay, though."
He looked at me and asked, "Wow Sirius, this must be urgent. You can't wait a year? What happened?"
He looked sincerely concerned.
"I can't answer now, I'll tell you later. I'm not at my house. I couldn't use my fire. I'm borrowing the Weasley's. Can you see if it's okay if I can stay over there with you for the rest of the summer?"
"Sure I can. They probably won't mind; they love visitors," he said with a smirk.
This was the complete opposite of what my parents were like. They would freak if I ever asked if a friend could spend a month over at our house.
"You're sure?" I questioned. It couldn't possibly be this easy.
"Definitely," he answered.
"Well, I'm out! Thanks so much!" I said and I swirled back into the Weasley's house. I turned around and saw a young Arthur Weasley standing there looking at me.
"Hello, Arthur," I said.
"Hey," he answered. He must not have known I was over and was wondering who was in the fire until I popped my head out.
Mrs. Weasley bustled in and said, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"No thanks," I said. They had done enough for me. Then I panicked. It was nearly dinner time for my family. We would be having it in about ten minutes. I had to get home.
"Well, thanks Mrs. Weasley; I have to be going now," I said. She smiled and said, "Any time, dear," and I left the house.
I ran down the street as fast as I could. I would be in huge trouble if my parents found out I had been gone.
WHOO HOO!! That was exciting! Is Sirius going to get into even deeper trouble? Well, r&r and I shall have the next chapter out as soon as possible! Thanks again to those who have reviewed! You have NO idea how much it is appreciated!