A broken record is never fixed… it continues to say the same things, over and over… no one will ever try to fix it, for it is in the past…. Look the future, one says… and that is exactly what one does…
Black on the Outside by blackwishes. PG. Sorry... I keep finding mistakes, and even once accidentally deleted this story... so thats why you've been seeing it so often. Please R&R! It doesn't take long and would mean a lot!
Summary: Sirius' 6th year at Hogwarts. Running away from home, getting into trouble at school, trying to find a kidnapped Remus before full moon, and breaking away from his pureblood family's influence! Please take a look!
Night. Harry stared at his parent's wedding photo, by the light of his flashlight… everyone in that picture was gone now. Including his one escape, Sirius. Blinking away useless tears, he looked out the window and saw Little Whinging, the identical houses sitting row by row on a seemingly never-ending pathway.
He closed his eyes, and began to think about what he could have done. 'Nothing,' his mind told him. But still, a nag bothered him without rest. 'What could have happened if I had just stayed at Hogwarts? I played the hero, again. Do I really love it to the point that I'd let Sirius die?'
Harry shook the thought out of his head, closed the photo album, and sat there for a moment, looking at the ceiling. Perhaps for no other reason than counting the little dots.
Night. The only thing that lit his room was a single, waxy candle, not including the eerie moonlight that filtered into his room. Sirius stared at the ceiling, perhaps for no other reason than to count the little dots. It was the summer, and he was just about to enter his 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It was two days before they would go to King's Cross to board the train, and his family had just returned from Diagon Alley. They had seen a couple muggles there, taking their children to the many shops, and if one got in the way, there was no way his parents would stop.
Huffing, they'd plow right through them, sometimes knocking them to the ground. To think they thought they were better than them…
Sirius had waved to one pair of Muggles, who were taking his friend Colin to the bookstore. Sirius's parents scolded him and when they got home started up a huge racket.
"Friends? Have we not told you again and again to stay away from those foul mudblood scum? If we hear anymore word of you masquerading with anymore of them, any word, you'll be punished. You're so privileged to be in the pureblood Black family, and you just go around abusing it! Lift it up, son… being a Black is better than being friends with those mudblood freaks, you'll appreciate it someday," His father had said. His mother was almost crying with the fact that her son was friends, FRIENDS, with those mudbloods.
Sirius looked at his pitiful stack of supplies, which sat lopsided on his small, cherry wood desk. His wand needed a wax; it had great dirty fingerprints all over it. The books were new and clean, though.
"Pompous, arrogant old frauds," Sirius hissed. "If being a Black means being like you, I'd break my wand in two if I had the choice to leave this family…"
Sirius glared at his room, loathing every inch of it. But he didn't dare leave it… he'd have to endure his parents again… taunting him… saying he was nothing but a disgrace to the Black family. It was nighttime, anyways. His parents thought that the night was time for rest, and anyone who woke up before 9 am had to be crazy and unworthy.
"Gryffindor!" His mother usually huffed. "First in the family, no less (Which wasn't true, of course). Disgrace! Full of mudbloods, that house. Dirtying up the place. Pureblood is the way to be… we don't need Muggles messing up the family. Just the thought of it! Poison to our minds! Disgrace, I tell you! The Black family is above all this, of course… but, you boy," She would growl, throwing a scathing look at her oldest son. "You had better clean up your act, you, messing around with all those foul creatures…" His father would always nod, and refused to look at Sirius, which was far worse than his mother's scalding words.
He sighed, and looked at the ceiling for answers… but the chipping plaster gave no answers, of course. Until one little piece of plaster fell, drifting, to the floor, breaking away…
Sirius knew what he would do. He dropped to the black, wooden floor, and searched under his bed. He winced as the floor creaked. His parents were asleep by now… but his mother and father slept like nothing less than a rock.
Regulus, however… the sniveling tattletale had not yet outgrown the pleasure of ratting on his elder brother. If Regulus woke up and saw…
Sirius froze, thinking he heard a sound. The house was silent. He shook any fears out of his head, and a determined air took over. He resumed his search.
His hand hit the hard surface of his suitcase, a rather old, leather one. Sirius slowly pulled it out, careful to make no noise. Creak He froze again. The house was silent.
Sirius first stuck his wand in his pocket, then threw open the trunk and hurriedly began to pack it with his stuff. Just as he was bending over, closing the last metal clasp, a voice spoke up through the silence.
"Going somewhere, brother?" Said Regulus. Sirius' head whipped up, and his face almost seemed fearful before it turned hard and emotionless. His little brother was leaning against the doorpost in a nonchalant manner, as if they were just talking like acquaintances. He looked like he had been awake all night, sneaking around the house.
"Going to rat on me, Regulus? Going to run and tell our dear old parents?" Sirius said calmly, standing up and smoothing his clothes, trying to hide his nervousness.
Regulus smiled a smile that enraged Sirius to the point that he drew his wand. "Ah ah ah, Sirius," He wagged his finger arrogantly. "No magic. You're only 15, after all. Just think of what happened last time… I always here about your little jokes at school… but would you go so far?"
Sirius started to grin himself, and set down his wand. "Good boy," Said Regulus. Sirius quickly walked up to his brother.
"I don't need magic," he growled, and with that, slammed his fist into his little brother's face. Sirius laughed, more like a short bark, with no cheer, and watched as his little brother slid to the floor.
He grabbed his trunk and wand, stepped over his brother, and, still being quiet, slipped down the hall to the stairway. Sirius creeped down the stairs, careful not to wake the paintings on the wall. One grumbled for a second, but did nothing more.
The thought of leaving a note slipped through his mind, but that just seemed absurd. He could just imagine it: Dear Parents, I can't stand to live here anymore, so I think I'm going to run away… I don't know where I'm going, and I'll make sure to wear a sweater. Love, Sirius.
How could he think of humor at a time like this? He clumped through the completely silent tearoom, and froze, hearing a commotion coming from upstairs. "Regulus? Regulus! Oh my god! Merlin, what happened?!" Screeched his mother.
Panicked, he ran out of the tearoom and hastened to the front door. He wrenched the door open, as his father's voice boomed, "Where's Sirius?" He hesitated no more and closed the door silently, so as to buy him some time, and ran with all his might out onto the front lawn.
The lawn was short, but nicely kept… music pounded next door… another party. he ran to the street, dragging his trunk behind him. No longer looking back, he ran as fast as he could down the dimly lit street. His feet pounded down on the street, though he had no idea where he was going.
Several city blocks and many streets later, Sirius came to the outskirts of London, tired, panting, sweaty, and lost. He could see the city lights from here, and knew he was at least 3 miles from home.
'Not far enough,' Sirius thought grimly, wiping his black hair out of his face. His face was wet with sweat when he settled down on a park bench.
Too tired to think, he fell asleep next to his belongings. 'I'll only sleep an hour or so…' He thought, 'Then I'll have to start running again…'
"Sirius!" Someone hissed. "Sirius, is that you?" Someone shoved his shoulder roughly.
Sirius awoke with a start, surprised. He had slept definitely more than just a mere hour. It was morning. Sunlight poured all around him.
His parents! He was caught! Adrenaline flowed through his body like a virus, and he got ready to run.
But when he opened his eyes, the unyielding, grumpy stare of his parents were not in front of him. Instead, hazel eyes, magnified with glasses, were right in front of his face, with an annoying air of an insect.
James! With a small glance to see that no one was around, Sirius sat up. "What are you doing here, James?" Sirius asked. James smiled.
"I'm in London with my uncle. We're just getting ready for tomorrow, when we leave for school. I decided to go for a walk; the house is only a block away from here," James pushed his glasses up with a slight nudge. "But we're at least 2 miles away from your place… what are you doing here?"
"I ran away, James," Sirius said, his dark eyes boring into James' hazel ones. "I couldn't take it anymore… I ran away, and I can never go back…" His shoulders sunk in a bit, and he heaved a sigh.
"I really couldn't take it anymore. Them strutting around the place like they were royalty. Just yesterday they said I couldn't be friends with Colin because his parents are Muggles. They said I'd be 'punished dearly.' Probably would have been a trip to the ratty guest room where I could listen to old Phineaus' ranting on about what being a Black means…"
James stood up straight, and laughed. "Well, I guess you'll have to come to my uncle's place then… we can sort it all out there. Or would you rather sit here on the bench?" He put out his hand and pulled Sirius up. "My mum's made biscuits, and the way she'll feed you, you'll never be hungry again…"
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