Disclaimer: I still do not own the characters portrayed in the wonderful
Harry Potter series, J.K. Rowling does.
FIVE YEARS LATER....
In the excitement of receiving his Hogwarts letter, Sirius ran down the stairs (Running was undignified, running was not allowed), cheered as he flew by his younger brother playing on the floor (Outward displays of emotion were discouraged, for only the weak could not control their emotion and emotion allowed an enemy to have control over you) and ran into his mothers office "Never enter a parents space without first knocking).
"SIRIUS BLACK!" his mother screeched as he halted, the realization of three house rules broken hitting him.
Sirius quickly bowed, "Sorry mother."
"I thought you had said his manners had improved. That you had corrected his problem."
Sirius turned to see his Aunt Francisa sitting like a Queen in a dark corner parallel to his mother.
"I thought we had," his mother's voice grew deadlier with each word.
Sirius bowed again, "Good afternoon, Aunt Francisa. I apologize for my outburst."
"Well out with it, boy! What caused your temporary loss of your manners? For it better be temporary unless you want it to go back like it was before?"
Sirius shuddered in memory. He had endured a month of barely eating, reading endless books, and memorizing endless number of lines in hope to quell his rebellious nature.
"I received my Hogwarts letter, mother." He held it out carefully and only approached the desk when his mother nodded.
Aunt Francisa had been watching him carefully with her catlike eyes, "Well I commend you, dear, he has improved greatly. Perhaps he isn't a total lost cause...Once he is safely sorted in Slytherin, surrounded by role models such as my Narcissa and Bellatrix. His radical behavior will not be tolerated among properly brought up purebloods."
Sirius noted how she failed to mention her second child, Andromeda, who had been sorted into Ravenclaw. His mother apparently decided to reminder her sister-in-law.
"Let's not forget your second daughter, Andromeda. In Ravenclaw, is she? I have properly brought up both my sons...off course you wouldn't know what it's like to raise sons, having three daughters..."
Aunt Francisa looked flustered for a second and turned on Sirius. "Well boy! Recite to me the family Black code paragraph number five."
"Toujours Pur. The Noble House of Black is Always Pure. A Black is never weak. A Black is never a traitor to his blood. A Black knows his place. A Black is loyal to the family line. A Black is noble. A Black always carries himself with pride. Always Pure. Toujours Pur."
"Yes, there may be hope for him yet..."
"You are dismissed. Your father is in his office. Go to him and tell him you have received your letter. Then tell him all the offenses you have committed and ask for your punishment. We will go to Hogsmeade for your things tomorrow. I have a free day. You will wear your green robe, the one with the Black emblem."
"Yes, mother. Goodbye Aunt Francisa." He bowed one more time before exiting.
Even as he heard his father dictate his punishment (lines and memorization of five pages), he couldn't help but feel his spirit lift. He was going to Hogwarts! Away from his mother, his father, and all their rules. Surely not everyone in Slytherin would be like his cousins?
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The boy with messy black hair adjusted his tie in front of the bathroom mirror that was mumbling that his hair never stood up straight. His hazel eyes which were usually sparkling with enjoyment were clouded with anger. He had to attend another one of his parent's stupid dinner parties.
He slipped on a red robe with gold lining; his mother felt this color looked best on him. The host's son had to be dressed best and have impeccable manners. In a way it was a small price he had to pay for all the luxury he enjoyed or at least that was what his favorite uncle had said, when he complained to him once.
"James! Come down here!" his mother's voice sounded urgent. She probably just wanted to remind him for the hundredth time how he had promised to behave this time. Last party, there had been an incident. James really didn't understand what all the fuss was about. A little punch sprayed on all the guests as a result of a fillerbuster going off in the punch bowl never hurt anyone.
Apparently only James held this opinion – his parents had made him first make a public apology and then clean up the mess without magic! Many of their frequent guests disproved of the way the Potter's raised their only son and sole heir. A boy his age shouldn't be allowed so much freedom or be allowed to speak his mind. James had everything he needed, just short of being spoiled.
He ran down the stairs and almost ran into a house elf. The house elf scolded him, "Master James, you'll break your neck running down those stairs."
"Sorry..." he would have continued, but a large envelope on the hallway table caught his eye. His Hogwarts letter! Excellent! He scanned it excitedly and ran to tell his parents who he could hear were in the drawing room.
"Mum! Dad! I got in! I got my letter! When can I get my wand?"
His parents beamed at him and they hugged him each in turn warmly. "We'll go Friday, dear," his mother said laughing at her bouncing son.
"But that's in two days!" James whined. His father gave him a look. "Friday's fine," he said grudgingly. The door bell knocker sounded as guests began to arrive. Mr. and Mrs. Potter proudly told each and every one of their guests that James had received his letter. All in all, James had to admit, that for a boring dinner party, this one suddenly seemed bearable.
A/N: All reviews are greatly appreciated!
FIVE YEARS LATER....
In the excitement of receiving his Hogwarts letter, Sirius ran down the stairs (Running was undignified, running was not allowed), cheered as he flew by his younger brother playing on the floor (Outward displays of emotion were discouraged, for only the weak could not control their emotion and emotion allowed an enemy to have control over you) and ran into his mothers office "Never enter a parents space without first knocking).
"SIRIUS BLACK!" his mother screeched as he halted, the realization of three house rules broken hitting him.
Sirius quickly bowed, "Sorry mother."
"I thought you had said his manners had improved. That you had corrected his problem."
Sirius turned to see his Aunt Francisa sitting like a Queen in a dark corner parallel to his mother.
"I thought we had," his mother's voice grew deadlier with each word.
Sirius bowed again, "Good afternoon, Aunt Francisa. I apologize for my outburst."
"Well out with it, boy! What caused your temporary loss of your manners? For it better be temporary unless you want it to go back like it was before?"
Sirius shuddered in memory. He had endured a month of barely eating, reading endless books, and memorizing endless number of lines in hope to quell his rebellious nature.
"I received my Hogwarts letter, mother." He held it out carefully and only approached the desk when his mother nodded.
Aunt Francisa had been watching him carefully with her catlike eyes, "Well I commend you, dear, he has improved greatly. Perhaps he isn't a total lost cause...Once he is safely sorted in Slytherin, surrounded by role models such as my Narcissa and Bellatrix. His radical behavior will not be tolerated among properly brought up purebloods."
Sirius noted how she failed to mention her second child, Andromeda, who had been sorted into Ravenclaw. His mother apparently decided to reminder her sister-in-law.
"Let's not forget your second daughter, Andromeda. In Ravenclaw, is she? I have properly brought up both my sons...off course you wouldn't know what it's like to raise sons, having three daughters..."
Aunt Francisa looked flustered for a second and turned on Sirius. "Well boy! Recite to me the family Black code paragraph number five."
"Toujours Pur. The Noble House of Black is Always Pure. A Black is never weak. A Black is never a traitor to his blood. A Black knows his place. A Black is loyal to the family line. A Black is noble. A Black always carries himself with pride. Always Pure. Toujours Pur."
"Yes, there may be hope for him yet..."
"You are dismissed. Your father is in his office. Go to him and tell him you have received your letter. Then tell him all the offenses you have committed and ask for your punishment. We will go to Hogsmeade for your things tomorrow. I have a free day. You will wear your green robe, the one with the Black emblem."
"Yes, mother. Goodbye Aunt Francisa." He bowed one more time before exiting.
Even as he heard his father dictate his punishment (lines and memorization of five pages), he couldn't help but feel his spirit lift. He was going to Hogwarts! Away from his mother, his father, and all their rules. Surely not everyone in Slytherin would be like his cousins?
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The boy with messy black hair adjusted his tie in front of the bathroom mirror that was mumbling that his hair never stood up straight. His hazel eyes which were usually sparkling with enjoyment were clouded with anger. He had to attend another one of his parent's stupid dinner parties.
He slipped on a red robe with gold lining; his mother felt this color looked best on him. The host's son had to be dressed best and have impeccable manners. In a way it was a small price he had to pay for all the luxury he enjoyed or at least that was what his favorite uncle had said, when he complained to him once.
"James! Come down here!" his mother's voice sounded urgent. She probably just wanted to remind him for the hundredth time how he had promised to behave this time. Last party, there had been an incident. James really didn't understand what all the fuss was about. A little punch sprayed on all the guests as a result of a fillerbuster going off in the punch bowl never hurt anyone.
Apparently only James held this opinion – his parents had made him first make a public apology and then clean up the mess without magic! Many of their frequent guests disproved of the way the Potter's raised their only son and sole heir. A boy his age shouldn't be allowed so much freedom or be allowed to speak his mind. James had everything he needed, just short of being spoiled.
He ran down the stairs and almost ran into a house elf. The house elf scolded him, "Master James, you'll break your neck running down those stairs."
"Sorry..." he would have continued, but a large envelope on the hallway table caught his eye. His Hogwarts letter! Excellent! He scanned it excitedly and ran to tell his parents who he could hear were in the drawing room.
"Mum! Dad! I got in! I got my letter! When can I get my wand?"
His parents beamed at him and they hugged him each in turn warmly. "We'll go Friday, dear," his mother said laughing at her bouncing son.
"But that's in two days!" James whined. His father gave him a look. "Friday's fine," he said grudgingly. The door bell knocker sounded as guests began to arrive. Mr. and Mrs. Potter proudly told each and every one of their guests that James had received his letter. All in all, James had to admit, that for a boring dinner party, this one suddenly seemed bearable.
A/N: All reviews are greatly appreciated!