a.n. alright, to all three of the people who reviewed....THANK YOU. lol. yeah. i know that chapter was unexciting and wasn't very satisfying and was rather boring and rather....blah, but anyways, i just ran out of time to add more so i figured i'd add the chapter and then write another one soon. i didn't expect to be going to a dance or to be washing cars wihin that time period. so it didn't happen. oh, by the way, i think everyone's overexaggerating about how great this story is. hmm. then again, i am the author and most author's(non-proffessional) think their writing is crap. anyways, there's my essay on....whatever was in my mind. here's el chaptero. teeheehee.
Chapter 17
The ride to Grimmauld place was filled with deathly silence. Mrs. Black kept looking back at her son with a bit of loathing in her eyes. "Why did they want me to come home if they are just going to glare at me the entire time?" Sirius thought, looking down at his lap sadly. Somewhere deep in his heart he had hoped that they actually wanted him again, despite what his mind had been telling him.
When the Blacks arrived at the house, Sirius got his trunk out of the back of the car and he dragged it into the house. Regulus was sitting on the couch when Sirius walked inside, and he gave his older brother an evil glare. Regulus was two years younger than Sirius, but he was obviously the favored son.
"Do you remember which room is yours?" snarled his mother. Sirius almost cringed, but he restrained himself. Instead, he nodded and pulled his trunk up the stairs.
When he got to his room, he opened the door and walked in. There was a small desk in one corner and a bed in another corner. That was how much the room was furnished. His parents hadn't changed it a bit. Even when Sirius did live there, it didn't seem as if anyone lived there. Sirius glanced around quickly and then he dragged his trunk in and set it at the end of his bed.
Opening his trunk, Sirius pulled out a letter that his parents had sent him after the one demanding that he come home. He opened it and read for the thirteenth time:
Dear Sirius,
We know that you will come home for the holidays, simply because you value your friend' life. However, we also want you to live with us until you graduate from Hogwarts. This is not for parental love, it is to keep you in line. Heaven's know you need it. We could make your life a living hell, without actually killing anyone. Don't underestimate us there. You will come home, and we'll discuss this other matter later.
Sincerely,
the Black family
Shaking his head slightly, Sirius put the letter away when he heard his mother calling for him. He got up and walked out the door and slowly down the stairs. This was what he hadn't been telling James. We was almost certain that he wasn't going to stay at the Black house, but where would he go? If James's parents wouldn't fight for him, and they had every right not to, then Sirius would be stuck with the Black's.
"What mother?" asked Sirius, mouthing like he usually did until he realized who he was talking to. His mom simply gave him a strange look, one that was also filled with danger. It turns out Sirius would be forced to use the spell he had had to use on Remus. He mentally summoned his wand, and then thought the spell. It worked, and Sirius spoke quickly, already feeling tired from the spell. "What mother?" he asked, his voice going through her mind quite clearly.
"Oh, your father wishes to speak with you. He can't read lips," she said with scorn in her voice, "so you will have to use that spell, I guess."
Sirius nodded. Walking into his father's study and, despite his exhaustion, casting the spell, Sirius stated, "You wished to see me father?"
Looking a bit shocked at the spell that Sirius used, Mr. Black quickly recovered himself and said,"Yes, I did." Mr. Black hesitated for a moment and then began, " You do remember that last letter you received, don't you?"
Sirius nodded. He had just been reading it. He hated it. And he knew what his father was going to do.
"Well, you do realize that we meant every word of it. Except, we don't really WANT you too, it's more of a...necessary thing to make sure you don't totally disgrace our good name. And you will stay. There is no way out of it. No one wants you. You have no other options."
This made Sirius angry. If James's parents didn't want him, then at least James did. At least, Sirius thought he did. A horrible thought occured to him. What if James really didn't like him? What if it was all out of pity? Sirius pushed those thoughts out of his mind angrily.
"Mr. and Mrs. Black would want me. They would fight for me. They said so."
"Maybe they did, but they also lied. Plus, why would you want to live with Mudblood lovers such as them. They're blood traitors, just like you."
"I would rather live with them than you. They at least have manners." Sirius's voice was now shouting in Mr. Black's mind. Angry at his son, Mr. Black moved forward and backhanded the child across the cheek. Staggering back slightly with his hand on his face, Sirius continued, "Plus, I'd rather be a blood traitor and have people who care about me than be a pureblood maniac who is hated by everyone."
Mr. Black was now starting to lose his patience with his older son, and once again he struck him again. Now Sirius was up against the wall. Unfortunately, Sirius had never been good at holding his tongue, and he added, "A pureblood, son of a bitch, maniac!"
Now infuriated, Sirius's father now attacked. He punched his son in the stomach, causing him to drop to his knees. He started kicking his son viciously. Soon, Sirius was starting to zone in and out. It seemed like hours before his father stopped beating him. Occassionally, Mr. Black had used a few curses on his son, and once he had even used the Crucio curse. It was amazing that Sirius was still conscious at the end of the beating.
When Sirius's father was finished with him, he left the room, leaving his son lying on the floor in pain. There was blood everywhere around Sirius. Sitting up numbly, Sirius tried not to move his body too much. The pain was almost unbearable and any moment now he felt as if he was going to pass out.
"James," he thought silently. He knew he had been an idiot to not go with the Potters. In fact, Sirius was considering going right now. There was no way for him to leave though. In his current state, it would be impossible for him to get up the stairs to his room, let alone halfway across the country.
Struggling to stand up, Sirius made up his mind as to what he was going to do. He was going to use floo powder when his parents and brother were asleep. Nothing was unpacked and Sirius knew he would survive until he got to James's house. There was so much blood though and most likely a few broken bones. In fact, he was sure that his arm was broken. And maybe one of his legs. Not to mention his nose from being punched in his face. He was a mess... Shaking negative thoughts out of his head, Sirius half stumbled, half walked up the stairs.
When he got to the top, his mother rounded on him. "Talking back to your father and you just got here! And you wonder why we didn't want you! We invite you to stay with us for the holidays and what do you do? Totally ungrateful!" she screeched.
Still with a bit of a temper, despite his beating, Sirius yelled back, still with the spell, "You only wanted me to come so you could torture me. So you could try to get me to do something I don't want to. I'll never live with you. I'd rather die!"
Mrs. Black's face went three shades of red. Angry red. Pulling back her hand, she slapped her son hard across the face. Not totally balanced, Sirius fell backwards, down the staircase. He saw his mother walk down after him, and then he blacked out.
When he woke up again, it was night. Sirius knew he had to get out of there, whether he had his stuff or not. Stumbling over to the fireplace, Sirius reached into a little pot and grabbed a handful of floo powder. Throwing it into the fireplace and hoping it would work despite the fact that he was mute, Sirius shouted in his mind, "POTTER'S PLACE!"
Sirius hit his head on the wall of the fireplace and was knocked out. The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground in some strange house with strange people staring down at him.
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"Why didn't he want to come?" asked Mrs. Potter once they were home. James had been sitting with his parents in the living room of their house since they got home. They had mostly been chatting about school and James's friends. Mr. and Mrs. Potter just couldn't understand why Sirius hadn't wanted to come to their house.
"He was afraid something bad would happen because his parents had threatened him," replied James, looking down at his hands. He was worried about Sirius. His friend was probably enduring torture at that very moment. James glanced out the window. It was night time and the full moon was out.
"Well, we could have handled that. Who knows what the Blacks might be doing to their son," snapped Mr. Potter, earning himself a warning glare from his wife. "I mean...um, I'm sure he's fine. Why would the Black's hurt their own son?"
Just then, a small body shot out of the Potter's fireplace. They all jumped up to see who it was. When the reached the small shuddering body, they all gasped. Sirius Black lay there in a bloody mess.
"Holy crap," whispered James.
James's parents seemed to be paralyzed. Shortly though, Mrs. Potter snapped back into it, and told her husband to pick up the young boy. Mr. Potter went to comply, but Sirius seemed to flinch away from his touch ever so slightly.
"He doesn't seem to recognize us," muttered Mrs. Potter. She pulled out her wand. James looked over at her questionly. "Don't worry. I'm just going to use a spell that will make him pass out for a while so we can get him comfortable in bed and a bit patched up."
"Should I call someone from St. Mungo's?" asked Mr. Potter. Mrs. Potter shook her head. She used to work there, but had quit a little while after James had been born.
"I think I can handle it," she replied, missing the look on James's face. He didn't like the idea of gambling with his best friend's life, but he seemed it would be best if he didn't say anything.
Mr. Potter carried Sirius upstairs and put the young boy in his bed. Mrs. Potter stayed by him and began to take care of his injuries, gasping every now and then when she found a particuarly bad bruise or a broken bone. The night wore on as such and James stayed by his friend's side the entire time.
When his mother had finished with him, James looked at her expectantly.
"He'll be fine darling. We just have to wait for him to wake up on his own now." She paused, and glanced at her son. "Why is he so thin?"
James hesitated and then decided it would be in everyone's best interests to tell her. "He's been...erm, starving himself. Well, not really that, but he hasn't been eating a lot. He's been in the hospital wing about 5 times for malnutrition."
"Why didn't your father and I know this?"
"Well, we kinda figured that Dumbledore would tell you. Guess we were wrong."
"Yes you were." She glanced at Sirius and then sighed. "Well, I'm going to go to bed now. You can stay up I guess. Watch over him dear."
Mrs. Potter got up and gently kissed both James and Sirius on the forehead and then left.
James sat there in silence for a bit and then muttered, "Why didn't you listen? Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?"
Sometime early in the morning, James fell asleep, thinking about what might have happened to his best friend in his first few hours at home.
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a.n.: how was that? i made it really long to make up for all the other stupid chapters. i hoped you liked it. was it too depressing? i hope not. ah well. please review. if you do, i'll love you for forever. lol. ta.
Chapter 17
The ride to Grimmauld place was filled with deathly silence. Mrs. Black kept looking back at her son with a bit of loathing in her eyes. "Why did they want me to come home if they are just going to glare at me the entire time?" Sirius thought, looking down at his lap sadly. Somewhere deep in his heart he had hoped that they actually wanted him again, despite what his mind had been telling him.
When the Blacks arrived at the house, Sirius got his trunk out of the back of the car and he dragged it into the house. Regulus was sitting on the couch when Sirius walked inside, and he gave his older brother an evil glare. Regulus was two years younger than Sirius, but he was obviously the favored son.
"Do you remember which room is yours?" snarled his mother. Sirius almost cringed, but he restrained himself. Instead, he nodded and pulled his trunk up the stairs.
When he got to his room, he opened the door and walked in. There was a small desk in one corner and a bed in another corner. That was how much the room was furnished. His parents hadn't changed it a bit. Even when Sirius did live there, it didn't seem as if anyone lived there. Sirius glanced around quickly and then he dragged his trunk in and set it at the end of his bed.
Opening his trunk, Sirius pulled out a letter that his parents had sent him after the one demanding that he come home. He opened it and read for the thirteenth time:
Dear Sirius,
We know that you will come home for the holidays, simply because you value your friend' life. However, we also want you to live with us until you graduate from Hogwarts. This is not for parental love, it is to keep you in line. Heaven's know you need it. We could make your life a living hell, without actually killing anyone. Don't underestimate us there. You will come home, and we'll discuss this other matter later.
Sincerely,
the Black family
Shaking his head slightly, Sirius put the letter away when he heard his mother calling for him. He got up and walked out the door and slowly down the stairs. This was what he hadn't been telling James. We was almost certain that he wasn't going to stay at the Black house, but where would he go? If James's parents wouldn't fight for him, and they had every right not to, then Sirius would be stuck with the Black's.
"What mother?" asked Sirius, mouthing like he usually did until he realized who he was talking to. His mom simply gave him a strange look, one that was also filled with danger. It turns out Sirius would be forced to use the spell he had had to use on Remus. He mentally summoned his wand, and then thought the spell. It worked, and Sirius spoke quickly, already feeling tired from the spell. "What mother?" he asked, his voice going through her mind quite clearly.
"Oh, your father wishes to speak with you. He can't read lips," she said with scorn in her voice, "so you will have to use that spell, I guess."
Sirius nodded. Walking into his father's study and, despite his exhaustion, casting the spell, Sirius stated, "You wished to see me father?"
Looking a bit shocked at the spell that Sirius used, Mr. Black quickly recovered himself and said,"Yes, I did." Mr. Black hesitated for a moment and then began, " You do remember that last letter you received, don't you?"
Sirius nodded. He had just been reading it. He hated it. And he knew what his father was going to do.
"Well, you do realize that we meant every word of it. Except, we don't really WANT you too, it's more of a...necessary thing to make sure you don't totally disgrace our good name. And you will stay. There is no way out of it. No one wants you. You have no other options."
This made Sirius angry. If James's parents didn't want him, then at least James did. At least, Sirius thought he did. A horrible thought occured to him. What if James really didn't like him? What if it was all out of pity? Sirius pushed those thoughts out of his mind angrily.
"Mr. and Mrs. Black would want me. They would fight for me. They said so."
"Maybe they did, but they also lied. Plus, why would you want to live with Mudblood lovers such as them. They're blood traitors, just like you."
"I would rather live with them than you. They at least have manners." Sirius's voice was now shouting in Mr. Black's mind. Angry at his son, Mr. Black moved forward and backhanded the child across the cheek. Staggering back slightly with his hand on his face, Sirius continued, "Plus, I'd rather be a blood traitor and have people who care about me than be a pureblood maniac who is hated by everyone."
Mr. Black was now starting to lose his patience with his older son, and once again he struck him again. Now Sirius was up against the wall. Unfortunately, Sirius had never been good at holding his tongue, and he added, "A pureblood, son of a bitch, maniac!"
Now infuriated, Sirius's father now attacked. He punched his son in the stomach, causing him to drop to his knees. He started kicking his son viciously. Soon, Sirius was starting to zone in and out. It seemed like hours before his father stopped beating him. Occassionally, Mr. Black had used a few curses on his son, and once he had even used the Crucio curse. It was amazing that Sirius was still conscious at the end of the beating.
When Sirius's father was finished with him, he left the room, leaving his son lying on the floor in pain. There was blood everywhere around Sirius. Sitting up numbly, Sirius tried not to move his body too much. The pain was almost unbearable and any moment now he felt as if he was going to pass out.
"James," he thought silently. He knew he had been an idiot to not go with the Potters. In fact, Sirius was considering going right now. There was no way for him to leave though. In his current state, it would be impossible for him to get up the stairs to his room, let alone halfway across the country.
Struggling to stand up, Sirius made up his mind as to what he was going to do. He was going to use floo powder when his parents and brother were asleep. Nothing was unpacked and Sirius knew he would survive until he got to James's house. There was so much blood though and most likely a few broken bones. In fact, he was sure that his arm was broken. And maybe one of his legs. Not to mention his nose from being punched in his face. He was a mess... Shaking negative thoughts out of his head, Sirius half stumbled, half walked up the stairs.
When he got to the top, his mother rounded on him. "Talking back to your father and you just got here! And you wonder why we didn't want you! We invite you to stay with us for the holidays and what do you do? Totally ungrateful!" she screeched.
Still with a bit of a temper, despite his beating, Sirius yelled back, still with the spell, "You only wanted me to come so you could torture me. So you could try to get me to do something I don't want to. I'll never live with you. I'd rather die!"
Mrs. Black's face went three shades of red. Angry red. Pulling back her hand, she slapped her son hard across the face. Not totally balanced, Sirius fell backwards, down the staircase. He saw his mother walk down after him, and then he blacked out.
When he woke up again, it was night. Sirius knew he had to get out of there, whether he had his stuff or not. Stumbling over to the fireplace, Sirius reached into a little pot and grabbed a handful of floo powder. Throwing it into the fireplace and hoping it would work despite the fact that he was mute, Sirius shouted in his mind, "POTTER'S PLACE!"
Sirius hit his head on the wall of the fireplace and was knocked out. The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground in some strange house with strange people staring down at him.
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"Why didn't he want to come?" asked Mrs. Potter once they were home. James had been sitting with his parents in the living room of their house since they got home. They had mostly been chatting about school and James's friends. Mr. and Mrs. Potter just couldn't understand why Sirius hadn't wanted to come to their house.
"He was afraid something bad would happen because his parents had threatened him," replied James, looking down at his hands. He was worried about Sirius. His friend was probably enduring torture at that very moment. James glanced out the window. It was night time and the full moon was out.
"Well, we could have handled that. Who knows what the Blacks might be doing to their son," snapped Mr. Potter, earning himself a warning glare from his wife. "I mean...um, I'm sure he's fine. Why would the Black's hurt their own son?"
Just then, a small body shot out of the Potter's fireplace. They all jumped up to see who it was. When the reached the small shuddering body, they all gasped. Sirius Black lay there in a bloody mess.
"Holy crap," whispered James.
James's parents seemed to be paralyzed. Shortly though, Mrs. Potter snapped back into it, and told her husband to pick up the young boy. Mr. Potter went to comply, but Sirius seemed to flinch away from his touch ever so slightly.
"He doesn't seem to recognize us," muttered Mrs. Potter. She pulled out her wand. James looked over at her questionly. "Don't worry. I'm just going to use a spell that will make him pass out for a while so we can get him comfortable in bed and a bit patched up."
"Should I call someone from St. Mungo's?" asked Mr. Potter. Mrs. Potter shook her head. She used to work there, but had quit a little while after James had been born.
"I think I can handle it," she replied, missing the look on James's face. He didn't like the idea of gambling with his best friend's life, but he seemed it would be best if he didn't say anything.
Mr. Potter carried Sirius upstairs and put the young boy in his bed. Mrs. Potter stayed by him and began to take care of his injuries, gasping every now and then when she found a particuarly bad bruise or a broken bone. The night wore on as such and James stayed by his friend's side the entire time.
When his mother had finished with him, James looked at her expectantly.
"He'll be fine darling. We just have to wait for him to wake up on his own now." She paused, and glanced at her son. "Why is he so thin?"
James hesitated and then decided it would be in everyone's best interests to tell her. "He's been...erm, starving himself. Well, not really that, but he hasn't been eating a lot. He's been in the hospital wing about 5 times for malnutrition."
"Why didn't your father and I know this?"
"Well, we kinda figured that Dumbledore would tell you. Guess we were wrong."
"Yes you were." She glanced at Sirius and then sighed. "Well, I'm going to go to bed now. You can stay up I guess. Watch over him dear."
Mrs. Potter got up and gently kissed both James and Sirius on the forehead and then left.
James sat there in silence for a bit and then muttered, "Why didn't you listen? Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?"
Sometime early in the morning, James fell asleep, thinking about what might have happened to his best friend in his first few hours at home.
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a.n.: how was that? i made it really long to make up for all the other stupid chapters. i hoped you liked it. was it too depressing? i hope not. ah well. please review. if you do, i'll love you for forever. lol. ta.