Chapter Five
Sirius's first Day
Sirius's eyes snapped open so abruptly that morning that it reverberated down his spine for moments after wakening. He layed on his bed, dumbfounded to why he still couldn't see. He blinked. Fuzzy. He blinked again. He still couldn't see anything.
"I'm blind!" he exclaimed, jumping from the cover and running around the room. "Help me, Prongs!" he tripped over a protruding trunk and fell over, head and toe throbbing painfully. Smash.
He hadn't liked that sound. The sound of glass smashing under buttocks. He quickly reached under his arse, and retrieved a pair of glasses, a long fracture in the frame. He put on the mangled glasses and the world snapped into focus. He surveyed the room. I'm defiantly not at Hogwarts anymore, he thought.
A half-packed trunk resided in the center of the room, the one he had tripped over. On the far left was a bed, right underneath a large window, and on the other side of the window was a desk with a birdcage on it and many letters. He walked over to the desk, the cage smelt badly. He read one of the letters.
Dear Harry,
The Ministry has taken ten Death Eaters into a maximum-security section of Azkaban; there is no way they can get out. Dad says that now that You-Know-Who wouldn't even try, that he still has other Death Eaters. Heh, when Mr. Malfoy got locked up, Malfoy's face was absolutely priceless. Serves him right. Do you reckon he knew about his dad? I do.
Well Harry, I hope you feel better. I hope the Muggles are treating you well. Professor Moody sure gave your Uncle a scare.-Ron
Sirius didn't like the sound of You-Know-Who, Azkaban, and Death Eaters. But Muggles… they sounded fun. He sorted through the rest of "Harry's" mail, but didn't find anything new.
"I'm bored," he said out loud, and walked to the door. He gave it a tug, but it didn't move. His eyes widened. He yanked even harder, banging on the door. "LET ME OUT!" he screamed.
"BOY, WHATISALLTHATRACKETYOU'REMAKING?" shouted a male voice in one word.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!" he yelled. He stopped banging on the door, backed up and rammed his body against it. It opened out. "Oh." He stated bashfully. Thump thump thump thump. Someone was coming up the stairs. A tall, husky, purple-faced man.
"Hello," Sirius greeted. "My name is Sirius, can you point me the direction to Hogwarts?" he asked in his most polite tone of voice. The man's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Don't say that ever again, boy!" he hissed.
"What word? Hogwarts?"
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHICH WORD, POTTER," his face purpled. Sirius was keen on continuing this for a while, but something had made him stop.
"What did you call me?"
"Shut up, boy, don't act stupider than you already are." Sirius snorted. He was sure that 'stupider' wasn't even a word.
"Whatever. I must be hearing things," he started towards the stairs. "If you're not going to help me, I guess I'll have to find it myself." The man followed him, mumbling something about rogue freaks. Rogue freaks? Cool, I've never been to a circus. He thought.
He reached the bottom of the stairs, and was pretty sure James had played an elaborate trick on him. There was no sign of magic anywhere. No Floo powder by the fireplace, no wands, no brooms, no wizard toys. Nothing. He didn't know where he was or how he got there, all he knew was that he wanted out.
"Where am I?" he asked politely. The man scoffed and went down the hall. Sirius followed him, and was lead to a bright, clean kitchen. A woman with a long face, stood by a stove, eyes wide, and an extremely fat boy sat in one of the four chairs. "Hi, can you tell me—"
"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU TO STOP ASKING THESE QUESTIONS!" The man exploded. What an anger problem.
"All I want is for you to tell me—" he stopped as he caught his reflection in the window. He turned on his heel and ran to the hall mirror.
He brushed his hand through his tangled, black hair. He was James. He touched every part of his face, emitting a tiny scream. The family in the kitchen exchanged inquisitive looks, and eventually, Sirius emerged, smiling.
"Hardy ha ha ha," he said sarcastically, "feeding me Poly Juice Potion to look like James, very funny he is." The family just looked at him. Finally the man in need of anger management said:
"Who did you say you were?"
"James? James Potter? You know, black hair, hazel eyes, plays Quidditch," he motioned flying on a broom to them. The fat boy's eyes got quite large, the woman choked.
"DON'T SAY HIS NAME!"
"Who? James?" they all hissed, "I guess so. Anyway, can you tell me where he is?"
"I JUST TOLD YOU—"
"I know, I know, fine. I'll just leave then," Sirius started towards the door, but felt a pain on his forehead. He yelled. "Holy shit, what was that?" he grabbed his forehead, and then retracted his hand quickly. Something was there. He ran to the mirror once again, and realized that he wasn't James at all. "What kind of sick joke is this?" he asked the perturbed family. "ANSWER ME!"
