Chapter 3: Sirius Black

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The stars are out, shining brightly against the darkened sky. Number 12 Grimmauld Place stands invisible to the naked eye, but to those who wish to see it, it appeared in all of its glory. Hiding in the shadows of the porch, a young boy, no older than eight sits, his legs held closely to his chest by his arms. He cab hear the yelling going on inside the house, but he tries to block it out.

"He has no respect for this family!" a shrill female voice yells from inside large gothic styled house. "He hangs around with those mudblood lovers as well as the filthy beasts themselves."

"I'm not arguing with you dear," a male voice booms. "I don't understand why Sirius can't act like Regulus. At least he understand why we don't associate with that riff raff!"

As the young boy, Sirius, as he father had named him, sits quietly on the wooden porch, he can't understand why his parents are so angry. He hasn't done anything wrong, at least he doesn't think he has. He just talked to the neighbor's son Tony. As he begins to wonder about what is so wrong with talking to Tony, the door of the house opens quickly. Afraid it is his father coming to give out his punishment, Sirius jumps of swiftly and faces the door.

"Well, well, well," a seven year old boy, whom looks ironically similar to his older brother, sneers.

"What do you want Regulus" Sirius asks in an indifferent tone as he sits back down on the step.

"Why aren't you more like me?" he boasted. "Why do you have to be a little mudblood lover?"

Fury appears on the young boy's face as it turns a deep reddish purple. Clenching his fists, his crystal blue eyes turn horribly dark and his wild black hair flies in the wind like a wildfire. "Don't call them that!" Sirius roared as he stepped closer to his younger brother.

"MUDBLOOD MUDBLOOD MUDBLOOD!" Regulus laughs tauntingly as he ran back inside the house.

Soon after Regulus leaves, Sirius's father came out, slamming the door along the way. Sirius's father, is a large man. He isn't fat by any standards; just big. Rising to be six foot four, he towers over his son angrily. "Come here," he growls gruffly as he grabs his son. "You're either gonna learn to respect this family, or you're not going to be a part of this family. You understand!"

Nodding, the young boy tries to bite back the tears that run down his face. As he trys to escape from his father's grasp he a noise in the background; a faint laughing sound comes from the doorway where Regulus stood smiling. As Sirius's father turnsaround, he smiles. "Why can't you be more like your brother?" he demanded turning back to the boy in his arms.

"He's an idiot!" Sirius mumbles under his breath hoping that his father doesn't hear..

As he hears a loud smack and feels his cheek tingling, Sirius knows that his father has heard his comment. "What did you just say boy?" he roared. "You're mother's right! You're a disgrace to this family! GO UPSTAIRS TO YOUR ROOM AND DON'T COME DOWN TILL TOMORROW!"

Bowing his head, Sirius, makes his way slowly into the house and up the grand staircase and into his bedroom.