A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club November

All Sorts of Space: 1 - Alphard Black - Write about someone being trapped in solitary. Alternatively, write about Alphard Black.

Liza's Loves: 3 - Stephen King - Write about someone with a fear of clowns. Alt: Write about someone with a strict upbringing

Insane Prompt Challenge: 858 – relationship - Aunt/Uncle & Niece/Nephew

Word count: 435

Alphard stared at the tapestry. He hated that stupid thing, he hated how anyone that was different was blasted off. He had a feeling his name wasn't going to be on there forever. He wondered which one of his acts would eventually get his name destroyed from the family. He wondered if it was the Muggle-born boy he'd started dating, the fact he was dating a bloke, or something that hadn't even happened yet. It had been nearly two in the afternoon when he arrived at 12 Grimmald Place and knocked with his free hand, the other was full of Christmas presents. Walburga answered the door.

"You're late," she stated taking the packages and stepping aside to let Alphard in.

"I know, but it couldn't be helped, business, you understand," Alphard answered in his usual tone. Walburga shook her head.

"Idiotic dangerous job, curse breaking," she muttered handing the packages to a house elf.

"Uncle Al?" a little voice asked. He looked down.

"Sirius! My favorite nephew!"

Sirius laughed as Alphard picked up him up. Even at five, Sirius wasn't like the rest of the family. Out of all of them, Alphard had the most hope that Sirius would escape.

"Did you bring me anything?" Sirius asked looking hopeful

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," Alphard laughed pulling a peppermint wand from his pocket. He waved it over Sirius and said some random nonsense. Sirius laughed loudly causing Walburga to glare at Alphard.

"There you go again, giving him treats. You spoil him, Alphard. He doesn't need sweets, he needs a better role model. You've been out cohorting with Muggles again, I can tell," Walburga stated wrinkling her nose. "A Black doesn't interact with that sort."

"Wallie, Sirius is going to meet all kinds of people when he grows up and starts school."

"He'll be in Slytherin with the best of the best, you and I both know that. There is no way he's going to be anything like you, Alphard. The hat sat on your head long enough to make everyone in the family worry."

"I'm a Slytherin through and through," Alphard laughed thinking about all the lies he'd told, how he'd managed to keep all his little quirks, as the family would have called them, hidden.

"Yes, after all it does appear so," Walburga stated.

"Mistress Black, Mister Black, dinner is ready," a house elf announced ushering them into the dining room. As per Black family rule, everyone fell silent as they ate Christmas dinner. Alphard already planning to make sure Sirius knew at least one person in the family actually cared about him.