The next few weeks dragged bye, so repetitive that Sirius lost count
of how many days he'd been home. Every morning, Mrs. Black would send the
family house elf to wake him up in some treacherous way. After the fist
week, when Sirius woke up to feel hot irons being pushed inside his ear, he
decided to set his alarm to wake him up. Yet each day, his mother found
some way to punish him. He often wondered why. It might have been because
he was the only Gryffindor in the family, therefore bringing her shame. But
perhaps it was his choice of friends, who were all "Mudbloods and Muggle
lovers". It probably was a combination of all of these.
Early one morning, Sirius trudged downstairs to the kitchen to see Regulus reading a thick piece of parchment. The letter from Hogwarts! Sirius looked forward to traveling to Diagon Alley, and then taking the Hogwarts Express to the school of witchcraft and wizardry.
"Where's my letter?" he inquired, looking up at his mother, who was wore the same look of disgust that she always did when she saw him early in the morning.
"Oh, that letter", she said carelessly, "I decided that uh...it would by best for you and the family's honor if you were to be transferred to Durmstrang. Here is your letter." She tossed a back envelope towards him with his name written across in silver spidery letters.
"WHAT?" Sirius roared, "I've had enough! You can make me eat mold, while Regulus eats a feast, and I'll scrub the cellar floors every day, and yes, I'll even massage that useless house elf for two hours, but I'll NEVER go to any school other than Hogwarts!" He looked around quickly, and saw the familiar yellow parchment envelope lying on the fireplace's mantle. He ran towards the crackling fire, grabbed the envelope and a handful of Floo Powder, and jumped into the fire. Pain crept up his legs, he choked on the smoke. His lungs burned, and his ears roared. He could barely see his mother scream through the red clouds covering his vision. "Potter Residence!" he screamed. Green swirls clouded Sirius' vision as he felt the familiar swooping sensation in his stomach, and the rushing of wind. Then everything went black.
Early one morning, Sirius trudged downstairs to the kitchen to see Regulus reading a thick piece of parchment. The letter from Hogwarts! Sirius looked forward to traveling to Diagon Alley, and then taking the Hogwarts Express to the school of witchcraft and wizardry.
"Where's my letter?" he inquired, looking up at his mother, who was wore the same look of disgust that she always did when she saw him early in the morning.
"Oh, that letter", she said carelessly, "I decided that uh...it would by best for you and the family's honor if you were to be transferred to Durmstrang. Here is your letter." She tossed a back envelope towards him with his name written across in silver spidery letters.
"WHAT?" Sirius roared, "I've had enough! You can make me eat mold, while Regulus eats a feast, and I'll scrub the cellar floors every day, and yes, I'll even massage that useless house elf for two hours, but I'll NEVER go to any school other than Hogwarts!" He looked around quickly, and saw the familiar yellow parchment envelope lying on the fireplace's mantle. He ran towards the crackling fire, grabbed the envelope and a handful of Floo Powder, and jumped into the fire. Pain crept up his legs, he choked on the smoke. His lungs burned, and his ears roared. He could barely see his mother scream through the red clouds covering his vision. "Potter Residence!" he screamed. Green swirls clouded Sirius' vision as he felt the familiar swooping sensation in his stomach, and the rushing of wind. Then everything went black.