For all you American people out there, following poem was kind of
'borrowed' from a car commercial. Lame, I know, but I think you'll agree
once you see how it fits..
******5 Years Following The Wedding*********
Vivica Black sat at her kitchen table, her eldest son perched on her lap. She smiled to herself at the antics of young Sirius as he tried to help her sew. The young toddler was vainly trying to thread a small, wooden needle.
"Poop!"
Vivica laughed, a sound that resounded through the house and reminded all present of a nightingale. Of spring.
"What's poop, honey?"
"Needie poop! No go throo hole!"
"Well, you have to work at it."
"'K." Sirius said easily.
Vivica carefully stood up, and sat Sirius down on the seat. She crossed through the kitchen and into the drawing room, where her youngest was supposed to be playing. She entered the room, only to find it empty. She by passed a few house elves and made her way outside.
"Regulus!" She yelled, racing for the back door. "Regulus! Oh really, REGULUS! WHERE ARE YO-oh, there you are."
Vivica stood in the doorway, the unfinished quilt still in her left hand. Regulus looked up; he was crouching by a small creek. The boy said nothing. Vivica stared as Regulus stabbed at the water with a sharp stick.
"Regulus, how many times have I told you not to wander outside?" Vivica looked at her son pleadingly. Regulus looked up.
"Daddy donna care." He said shortly.
Vivica hesitated.
"Yes, well, uh, next time, please let me know you're going outside. It worries mommy." She turned her attention to the stick in Regulus' hand.
"Sweetie, what are you doing?"
"Killin wormies and buggies."
"Killing worms and insects?"
"Yup."
He turned around to face her, and Vivica paled at the site of the gored insects that were littered around Regulus' body. Her son continued to nonchalantly pull the back legs off a grasshopper. She felt a sudden chill.
"Regulus!" She commanded sharply. "Stop that at once! You're hurting it."
Regulus cocked his head at his mother and paused.
"I know."
"Why are you doing that son, it's cruel!"
Regulus shrugged his shoulders, sending his red-gold hair bouncing on his shoulders. His green eyes flashed.
"They dirty and weak. Fun to pway with."
"Fun to, fun to.." Vivica placed a hand against the doorway, and tried to steady her breathing.
"Come in Regulus, now. It's getting cold. Why don't you help Sirius sew?" She indicated the fabric in her hands. "He's having a wonderful time."
To her shock, Regulus scowled.
"NO!" He shouted. "Gots to teach dirty buggies..daddy say-"
Vivica started as a crash sounded from the kitchen, followed by cry and an angry yell.
"Oh no, Orion!" She cried, scooping up a protesting Regulus and dashing into the house.
The site that awaited her in the kitchen was not a pleasant one.
The table in the middle of the room had been overturned, and was now laying crooked on three legs. Vivica's sewing was everywhere; needles, thread, all was scattered over the stone floor. Sirius was in a corner, silently crying. Vivica gently set down Regulus, who immediately ran towards the tall figure standing admist the mess.
"O-Orion, I,I didn't expect you h-home so soon."
Orion stepped into the light, his face contorted in anger.
"WHAT WAS THIS I HAVE COME ACROSS?" He bellowed, gesturing to Sirius in the corner. Sirius gave a whimper, the needle still clutched in his tiny hand.
"H-husband, I can explain!" Vivica said hurriedly. "S-Sirius was t-talking to that m-mudblood child, and I p-punished him by m-making him sew-"
"That's the THIRD TIME THIS MONTH VIVICA!" Orion raged, slamming his hand down on the stove.
"My eldest son IS NOT to be learning mudblood past times! He should be OUTSIDE, learning how to duel!"
"But he's only a child!" Vivica shot back, then immediately wished she hadn't, but, there was no taking it back now.
"A c-child can't learn to d-duel!" She said, frightened. "At least he's not outside doing what Regulus does!" Vivica continued, finding courage. "Your youngest son was outside, torturing any living creature he could find, all because they were 'dirty' and weaker than he was!"
A fire flashed briefly in the eyes of Orion, and began to burn as he regarded Regulus beside him.
"Then at least I know ONE of my sons shall amount to something." His gaze drifted to the sobbing Sirius, and his lip curled rather unpleasantly.
"Your mother has been teaching you unclean things, Sirius."
He pointed his wand.
"OBLIVIOUS!"
There was a flash of light, and Sirius lay in the corner, a dazed look on his innocent face. A tear slid down Vivica's cheek, and she bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood.
Orion gave Vivica a nasty scowl, then twirled his traveling cloak, moving upstairs. Regulus was at his heels. As soon as he was gone, Vivica was at Sirius' side, gathering him into her arms.
"Mamma, I'm hungry." He said dreamily.
"Of course you are dear." Vivica replied, her voice choked with sobs.
"Mamma, you crying."
Vivica wiped her eyes on her robe, moved towards Sirius' rooms with the child in her arms.
"Oh honey, mommy's fine, I'm just a little sad today." She set Sirius down in his bed, and tucked the covers around him.
The young boy looked at his mother through his black eyes, his face showing concern.
"Mamma, I donna like it when you sad." He whispered.
Vivica gently kissed his forehead his quivering lips, her tears running into his black hair, dark as a raven's wing. He looked like a miniature copy of his father.
"I don't either sweetie." She answered softly, sitting on the edge of Sirius' bed, holding his hand until he fell into the world of dreams. She began to sing softly.
There's a place I know, full of happiness.
And no one knows it but me.
Troubles stay home, and the birds sing always.
And no one knows it but me.
It is a wonderful place, full of love,
And no one knows it but me.
(TBC)
******5 Years Following The Wedding*********
Vivica Black sat at her kitchen table, her eldest son perched on her lap. She smiled to herself at the antics of young Sirius as he tried to help her sew. The young toddler was vainly trying to thread a small, wooden needle.
"Poop!"
Vivica laughed, a sound that resounded through the house and reminded all present of a nightingale. Of spring.
"What's poop, honey?"
"Needie poop! No go throo hole!"
"Well, you have to work at it."
"'K." Sirius said easily.
Vivica carefully stood up, and sat Sirius down on the seat. She crossed through the kitchen and into the drawing room, where her youngest was supposed to be playing. She entered the room, only to find it empty. She by passed a few house elves and made her way outside.
"Regulus!" She yelled, racing for the back door. "Regulus! Oh really, REGULUS! WHERE ARE YO-oh, there you are."
Vivica stood in the doorway, the unfinished quilt still in her left hand. Regulus looked up; he was crouching by a small creek. The boy said nothing. Vivica stared as Regulus stabbed at the water with a sharp stick.
"Regulus, how many times have I told you not to wander outside?" Vivica looked at her son pleadingly. Regulus looked up.
"Daddy donna care." He said shortly.
Vivica hesitated.
"Yes, well, uh, next time, please let me know you're going outside. It worries mommy." She turned her attention to the stick in Regulus' hand.
"Sweetie, what are you doing?"
"Killin wormies and buggies."
"Killing worms and insects?"
"Yup."
He turned around to face her, and Vivica paled at the site of the gored insects that were littered around Regulus' body. Her son continued to nonchalantly pull the back legs off a grasshopper. She felt a sudden chill.
"Regulus!" She commanded sharply. "Stop that at once! You're hurting it."
Regulus cocked his head at his mother and paused.
"I know."
"Why are you doing that son, it's cruel!"
Regulus shrugged his shoulders, sending his red-gold hair bouncing on his shoulders. His green eyes flashed.
"They dirty and weak. Fun to pway with."
"Fun to, fun to.." Vivica placed a hand against the doorway, and tried to steady her breathing.
"Come in Regulus, now. It's getting cold. Why don't you help Sirius sew?" She indicated the fabric in her hands. "He's having a wonderful time."
To her shock, Regulus scowled.
"NO!" He shouted. "Gots to teach dirty buggies..daddy say-"
Vivica started as a crash sounded from the kitchen, followed by cry and an angry yell.
"Oh no, Orion!" She cried, scooping up a protesting Regulus and dashing into the house.
The site that awaited her in the kitchen was not a pleasant one.
The table in the middle of the room had been overturned, and was now laying crooked on three legs. Vivica's sewing was everywhere; needles, thread, all was scattered over the stone floor. Sirius was in a corner, silently crying. Vivica gently set down Regulus, who immediately ran towards the tall figure standing admist the mess.
"O-Orion, I,I didn't expect you h-home so soon."
Orion stepped into the light, his face contorted in anger.
"WHAT WAS THIS I HAVE COME ACROSS?" He bellowed, gesturing to Sirius in the corner. Sirius gave a whimper, the needle still clutched in his tiny hand.
"H-husband, I can explain!" Vivica said hurriedly. "S-Sirius was t-talking to that m-mudblood child, and I p-punished him by m-making him sew-"
"That's the THIRD TIME THIS MONTH VIVICA!" Orion raged, slamming his hand down on the stove.
"My eldest son IS NOT to be learning mudblood past times! He should be OUTSIDE, learning how to duel!"
"But he's only a child!" Vivica shot back, then immediately wished she hadn't, but, there was no taking it back now.
"A c-child can't learn to d-duel!" She said, frightened. "At least he's not outside doing what Regulus does!" Vivica continued, finding courage. "Your youngest son was outside, torturing any living creature he could find, all because they were 'dirty' and weaker than he was!"
A fire flashed briefly in the eyes of Orion, and began to burn as he regarded Regulus beside him.
"Then at least I know ONE of my sons shall amount to something." His gaze drifted to the sobbing Sirius, and his lip curled rather unpleasantly.
"Your mother has been teaching you unclean things, Sirius."
He pointed his wand.
"OBLIVIOUS!"
There was a flash of light, and Sirius lay in the corner, a dazed look on his innocent face. A tear slid down Vivica's cheek, and she bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood.
Orion gave Vivica a nasty scowl, then twirled his traveling cloak, moving upstairs. Regulus was at his heels. As soon as he was gone, Vivica was at Sirius' side, gathering him into her arms.
"Mamma, I'm hungry." He said dreamily.
"Of course you are dear." Vivica replied, her voice choked with sobs.
"Mamma, you crying."
Vivica wiped her eyes on her robe, moved towards Sirius' rooms with the child in her arms.
"Oh honey, mommy's fine, I'm just a little sad today." She set Sirius down in his bed, and tucked the covers around him.
The young boy looked at his mother through his black eyes, his face showing concern.
"Mamma, I donna like it when you sad." He whispered.
Vivica gently kissed his forehead his quivering lips, her tears running into his black hair, dark as a raven's wing. He looked like a miniature copy of his father.
"I don't either sweetie." She answered softly, sitting on the edge of Sirius' bed, holding his hand until he fell into the world of dreams. She began to sing softly.
There's a place I know, full of happiness.
And no one knows it but me.
Troubles stay home, and the birds sing always.
And no one knows it but me.
It is a wonderful place, full of love,
And no one knows it but me.
(TBC)