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Déjà Vu

Regulus Black looked at the note his brother had left behind. A single sentence scrawled on the torn out page of one of the most valuable books in the Black Library, and written in handwriting so blotchy it was nearly illegible.

"I hate you all and I never EVER want to see any of you ever again."

Regulus didn't really think it mattered, if anything it was an improvement. Sirius had been a disappointment to the family since the beginning, he expected as much from him. His mother however was furious.

"I thought he could shame our name no further! Now he's gone off to those filthy mudblood friends of his! I won't have it! No son of mine will be a muggle-loving blood-traitor!"

When Mrs Black blasted Sirius' name off the Family Tree Regulus was expecting it. He remembered the same thing happening to his former-cousin Andromeda. Huh, he thought simply as he stared at the two holes in the tapestry, déjà vu.

Every Inch

Sirius had just turned seven. He sat on the edge of his bed, his toes barely touching the floor. He was too old to share a room with his brother anymore, and there were too many empty rooms in the massive house. But the bed seemed unnaturally big, and the room seemed every inch the Black's room and no inches his.

He kicked his feet back and forth half-heartedly as the house elf carried his belongings out of their -- his brother's room and into his new one. Sirius was bored, and with no little brother to wake up in the middle of the night he was sure he would be bored in the future too. He watched as the house elf brought down another box of valuable gold and silver and magical things that were, even though they had been given to him, every inch the Black's and no inches his.

He looked at the small plainly wrapped box in his lap. A late birthday present from his Uncle Alphrad. He unwrapped it and opened the box. There were two simple looking mirrors and a note.

"For you and someone special. Keep them safe."

Sirius smiled and put them back in the box. His Uncle always gave the best presents. Presents that were every inch his and no inches whatsoever the Black's.

Since the Beginning

Sirius was four and laughed while he ran at precarious speeds down the hallway. He jumped over an ancient and expensive porcelain vase and laughed louder at Kreacher's cry of terror. "You can't catch me!" He cried out to the house elf and charged head on at a glass cabinet at the end of the hall.

He smiled and laughed again turning sharply left narrowly avoiding a collision with the cabinet. He smiled as he was faced with another long stretch of hallway; the hallways in the House of Black were perfect for having fun, long and filled with family heirlooms that made Kreacher make high-pitched frightened noises.

Sirius stopped to pick up an elaborate silver goblet and grinned at the look on Kreacher's face as he hurried to catch up with him. He turned and ran as fast as he could closing his eyes and feeling the rushing air toss his hair around his head. He ran into something hard and fell on the ground, the goblet falling from his hands. He looked up to see the face of his mother glaring down at him with a frown of disapproval and a look in her eyes that threatened to explode into her voice.

Sirius had been a disappointment to his mother since the beginning.

Author note: I'm sorry I took so long to update, my excuse is theend of the holidays. School hasis now taking up all my time in an attempt to tire me out and eat my brains when I am sleeping. Oh well, I hope you like theese anyway and thanks for your reviews, you should feel very appreciated.