Disclaimer: Guess who doesn't own Harry Potter. Me!

Sorry it's been so long, but school will do that.

Love y'all- TBD, love-is-everything. Not in love, but you know what I mean

Today is Sirius's Birthday

He is nine years old. Sirius sits at the kitchen table playing with his only birthday present, a small figurine broomstick that he watches fly around the kitchen.

His mother and father sit at the table not looking at Sirius. His father reads a book about blood nobility, while his mother reads the newspaper shooting annoyed glances at the toy broom.

After a few boring minutes, Sirius's mother slams down the newspaper angrily. "Those idiots," she growls. "How dare they do this?"

His father looks up from the book. "My cousin, Araminta, has been blatantly insulted by the Ministry of Magic," his mother says angrily. His father takes the newspaper and reads some excerts aloud. "Araminta Meliflua, 55….tried to pass Ministry bill….Muggle hunting legal…Turned down by entire Wizengomet."

Her mother made a grunt of disgust while Sirius gave a bark of laughter.

"What is so funny?" his mother yelled at him.

"Well, what was Aunt Araminta thinking?" said Sirius calmly. "She's obviously off her rocker for even suggesting to hunt muggles. It's been illegal for years."

His mother looked like she was going to strangle him. Her upper lip curled into a snarl and she made to take out her wand threateningly. His father shot her a glance of warning, and she but her wand back in her robes and continued to read the paper, cursing at him under her breath.

The broom continued to fly across the kitchen.

R&R-and I'll get you a present. I probably won't but let's just say I did. Sorry its so short