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The Black Chronicles

Chapter 2

"Irony"

"Mr. Black, I am highly disappointed in you" Dumbledore spoke gravely, his piercing blue eyes not sparkling once but holding a deep disappointment. Sirius sat there facing the headmaster shame faced so I've heard he thought as his mind was echoing his earlier chat with James. The disappointment evident in Dumbledore was enough to keep him from looking up. He already felt deeply disgusted with himself, sickened.

"Your parents will be receiving a letter on your behavior, and for the rest of this year you will be serving a detention with the head of your house, and you will not be able to attend any Hogsmeade Weekends". He groaned mentally to himself, sodding wonderful on top of everything that he already lost, his parents were going to be informed. He could only hear shrieking his mother would inflict. He couldn't help but feel himself smile bit inwardly at the headaches he'd caused her; he wouldn't be seeing her tell summer.

"With all this, I would also want you to keep in mind that I will not tolerate anymore harassment towards Mr. Snape for the rest of this year, or I will be forced to revoke your quiditch position from the team". Sirius looked at him quickly in pure shock, his position on the team? But why isn't he? He wondered.

"Yes, Mr. Black I am aware that banning you from Quiditch for the rest of this year would be a more suitable punishment, but this would only draw suspicions from your fellow classmates" Dumbledore answered his unasked question.

"I only hope that your indifference and illogicality have been enough of a lesson to show you the possible consequences of this stunt Mr. Black. There could have been very dire penalty to pay" Dumbledore finished his gaze fully on him with pure seriousness. Sirius looked at him shamefully.

"You may go now Mr. Black to inform Mr. Lupin of tonight's affairs" He dismissed him. Sirius got up from the chair looking down at his feet as he walked across the room and out of the door. He was too ashamed too disgusted with himself. The disappointment Dumbledore held for him only made the heavy weight of guilt and disgust weight on him even more.

As he walked on and on down the halls he felt himself become weaker in the knees from the weight he felt in stomach, until finally he was on his knees to the floor. Gasping suffocating, his feelings having a control over him the guilt grasping his chest

His eyes snapped open; he inched up, untangling the bed sheets that were wrapped tightly around his torso. He opened his curtains gently; he could hear the faint snoring of all three boys, blissfully asleep. He picked up his wand from the nightly stand and swung his feet over the bed. Stepping both feet on the floor he turned for the bathroom. He emerged minutes later wearing his Hogwarts black trousers, his white shirttail and his tie that he loosened up. Having picked up his cloak and his bag and creped out of the room slowly. Since the prank, he wasn't able to sleep too well and leaving the dorm before anyone else rose, sounded good to him.

It's later than usual, he thought to himself as he passed a group of Ravenclaw's. He turned into the Great Hall finding it mildly full. At the Gryffindor table he could make out Lily Evans, the redhead sitting engaged in a book as a few of her dorm mates sat around her chatting quietly as they ate. Without giving any of the other house tables a glance, he made his way over and planted himself in the secluded half of the table.

He picked up a piece of toast and buttered it up just a tad bit, taking only a few mouthful bites, only as an act for his professors. He laid the toast down on the plate; lately he didn't have any appetite for food. He leaned back in his chair in a mellowed back manner allowing his mind to silently muse.

As the hall slowly filled he sighed. He listened to the conversations of the students that had taken the seats near him.

"Term is almost over, thank God," a fourth year blonde exclaimed joyfully down to the left from him.

"Just one more day" A male companion with dark composure answered her not able to hide his exult.

"Look it's Potter, Lupin and Petteigrew" a brunette near them chimed in.

"Why isn't Black with them?" The female asked curiously.

"I don't know, but I never thought I'd see the day when Potter would leave his other half" The boy answered carelessly. Sirius turned his head shooting the group of fourth years a venomous glare. That was enough to shut them up; all four of them turned their heads back to their food and changed their conversation to a new topic potions class as they did this they distracted themselves with the sudden owl post of owls flying around the groups.

Sirius stood up scowling at them still. Brushing himself off in a callous presumptuous manner he made way to leave when a dark brown regular shaped owl flew over right in front of him. It had the most peculiar dark eyes, the same eyes he had come to loathe.

"Nice to see you too Aegaeon" he muttered bitterly to the owl that hooted ruefully, it's eyes glaring in a menacingly way.

"Whatever it is you can take back," he said coldly turning to leave when the owl pricked his hand with his beak repeatedly before he could take his hand away. He turned glaring.

"Fine, ill take it" he Sighed exasperatedly he untied the letter from the owl's foot. The owl hooted once more and flew off over to the Slytherin table. He opened up the letter reading

After recent events about your behavior at Hogwarts you will be spending Christmas vacation at home this year. Your cousin Narcissa who will be marrying soon to a respectable pure blood wizard family, will be holding an engagement party that all family must attend. You are obligated to come.

Signed,

Arcturus Black

He crumpled up the piece of paper muttering bitterly under his breath as he tried to restrain himself from kicking the table.

"This is just brilliant," he muttered as he walked off coolly out of the hall, feeling furious. He already had plans to spend Christmas with James and his family, but after recent events he didn't even dare consider it. Spending a Christmas at Hogwarts sounded nothing but wonderful to him, but now after this letter he felt furious.

"Like it would have been a good Christmas either way," he muttered to himself as he continued down the halls for the Transfiguration classroom. No, but it would have been better than spending it at that bloody hellhole a voice in the back of his head echoed. No doubt there, he thought as he entered the classroom and took his seat in the back musing darkly, looking murderously on.

All through class he mused enigmatically, looking out the window. This aggravated McGonagall deeply where she asked him to perform the new found spell of transfiguring a desk into a mouse. Sirius coolly stepped out in the front of the class successfully tuning his desk into a mouse and gaining five points. He had then gone from Transfigurations to Charms class, to ancient Runes to lunch and then Care of magical creatures. All through his classes his companions ignored him as he responded the same way in return.

Class was at last dismissed for the day. Ignoring the rest of his classmates that head off towards the castle for dinner, he walked through the difficult snow over to the quiditch pitch. His temper that he had successfully suppressed through every class had now resided rather high. He furiously kicked some snow before entering the quiditch room glaring. He later walked out wearing his quiditch padding, with his practice uniform that consisted of a long sleeve dark red shirt that was made out of tenacious material; the slight flake of snow that fell down gave a watery stain. He wore long tight pants that cricket riders wore with his quiditch padding, which did not fail to hide the outline of his bold muscle build. He held his broom over his shoulder as he dragged the quiditch crate to the field kicking the snow slightly with his boots.

He turned the crate open releasing the Bludgers and mounting his broom in the sky. As soon as he mounted, he felt the exhilarating freedom of the cold air soothe him. He was finally back where he belonged, having left some partial of his anger out. He looped around the stadium, and about the quiditch hoops ducking before getting hit by the bludgers. Holding his beaters bat in one hand he flew hitting one of them straight on. He looped through the air, clutching his beaters bat tightly as the bludgers chased after him, diving through the air in such an incredible speed he quickly pulled out almost getting hit by the bludger. Grimacing he took a made a direct hit to the bludger, making it fly across the field.

"Come on" he muttered as he flew higher the bludger heading his way. Smiling devilishly as he hit with all his might, leaning back on his broom narrowly missing the other bludger that was resilient enough to come back. With every hit he took against the bludger every emotion he had he let it go through it.

Slowly the wind began to pick up as soft snowflakes began to fall. Taking notice of this he speed down to the bottom of the field jumping off his broom. As soon as his feet stepped the ground he leaped away gracefully as one of the bludgers hit the ground with such intense capacity. With a sharp turn, and with his agility he tackled it before it could rebound; wrestling it in the cold snowy ground. He could feel all his stomach muscles contracting as he tried to keep them firm, the bludger painfully rapping his stomach, his chest.

"Bloody hell, come on" He outburst irritably as he struggled to keep hold of it knowing that he was dangerously exposed to the other bludger. He could hear it now, rushing down towards him. He needed to do something quick, but what could he do? Handling one bludger was hard enough already, he already had tempted faith by practicing with two bludgers, but that was his routine he couldn't help it. He needed the excitement he needed this danger even if it meant risking his own head at the moment.

BANG

He had rolled over just at the right time releasing the bludger and jumping to his feet. Grasping his wand out he pointed it to the returning bludger and mumbled a spell that shot red light disabling both bludgers. He sighed deeply looking around, the sun was just about down and he was late now for his detention.

"Bloody wonderful" he mumbled sarcastically as he hitched his broom over his shoulder and dragged the crate back to the quiditch room.

"How nice of you to finally join me Mr. Black" the sharp voice of professor McGonagall snapped as Sirius made his way in the classroom.

"Sorry professor lost track of time" Sirius responded grumbling under his breath as he came to a stop right in front of her.

"Take a seat" she gestured to the chair in front, as she took her own seat behind her desk. Sirius did so, leaving his bag to the floor.

"The staff and I have been noticing lately your absence from the Great Hall during meals" she paused. Sirius looked up trying his best to look as if he didn't know where this conversation was heading.

"Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be more than thrilled to have you under her watch, I am aware that she has yours and Potters personal beds labeled for the countless times you've ended up in there" she said rather crisply.

"I don't know what you're talking about Professor, but I am fine" he spoke quietly keeping his cool dispassionate gaze.

"You very well know what I am speaking off" she snapped.

"Now for your detention today, you will be polishing some trophies in the trophy room while Filch will be moderating your time" she finished. Sirius stood up hitching his bag over his shoulder. Without a second glance he walked out of the classroom singing mentally.

"Just brilliant" he muttered under his breath as he made his way up to the third floor for the trophy room where spent a few hours scrubbing the trophies by a muggles way while shooting innocent soap bubbles with his wand every time Filch made his way out to check the hall. After hours of scrubbing and finally having finished he earned himself another hour of detention for remarking towards Filches comment about brining the old punishments back. After he finished his extra hour, he dragged his feet on the floor on his way back to the common room to the dorm, where he collapsed on his own bed from exhaustion.