A/N: So I forgot to mention the assistance from Monaivendork in my last chapter. She is awesome! She is kind of like my very own beta reader. Also writes her own stuff which you should read, especially if you are into Superman. I am, in fact, shamelessly plugging my friend's work. Sorry but I owe her. Big time. Also, I will be trying to update on a regular interval. Key word: trying. I'm a biology major in college and so I am usually very busy but I will be working on this as much as I possibly can. So ANYWAY without further ado, here is chapter two (oh shit i'm rhyming now!).

Chapter 2:

Sirius Black stared vacantly out the window of his room. It had been a few days since he had received his letter, though it felt like it had been an eternity. He had been waiting for the day he received his school letter since last year. His birthday was only 12 days short of the deadline, and because of that he had to wait another year to attend school. He couldn't wait to get out of the miserable prison he called home and away from the annoyances he called family. September seemed a lifetime away to him, and it couldn't come too soon.

"Sirius!"

His mother's shrill screech of a voice pierced the sanctuary of his room. Sirius rolled his eyes, sighed and got up.

"Sirius!" she shrieked again.

"I'm coming!" he barked. He tramped down the stairs and into the large drawing room. His mother was slung across a moss-green settee and his father was sitting in the large plush armchair in the corner, his face buried behind the pages of the Prophet.

"Answer me next time," his mother said. "Are you packed?"

Sirius gave her a blank look. "No. Why should I be?"

"Because Bella is coming to pick you up and I do not want her to have to wait for your things to be packed."

"Why would Bellatrix be coming to—?"

"Because your aunt and uncle generously offered to take care of you until school begins. I've told you this. Now, go upstairs and find Kreacher. Tell him to pack your things."

"But—"

"Now!"

Sirius turned briskly and left the same way he had come in. He hurried upstairs to pack the things he wanted to bring to school himself. The thought of Kreacher packing for him was too much. Leaving early wouldn't be too bad. His aunt and uncle were just as bad as his parents, but at least there was someone there for him to talk to. He slammed his trunk shut and headed downstairs. As he went down, he could make out the voices of his mother, his father, and his cousin, Bellatrix.

"Oh, yes, ma'am. We're all delighted to have him. And I will definitely keep an eye on him for you. I won't let him spend too much time around my sister."

"Thank you, Bella, darling. I have heard dreadful things about her lately. Arguing and deliberately disobeying your mother and father."

"I don't understand why my brother puts up with it."

"I have seen it coming for ages. Since she was sorted out of Slytherin. The girl is a bad seed. I don't want my son to get the impression that that kind of behavior is tolerable. So thank you again, darling, you are certainly a fine example for him."

"It is my pleasure."

Sirius peered through the archway. His parents hadn't moved since he left. Bellatrix was leaning against one of the many plush armchairs in the room with one foot crossed over the other. She looked very much like his uncle. She was tall, dark and slender with his heavily-lidded, intense grey eyes and strong jaw. Of the three sisters, Bella was considered to be the most refined. He had to hand it to her; she was quite convincing.

He cleared his throat. They stopped talking to turn their attention to him, and his mother called for Kreacher. A house elf with a long, snoutlike nose appeared in the center of the room with a sound like the crack of a whip. He sank into a ridiculously low bow to all of them.

"What can Kreacher do for his mistress?" the elf asked.

"Bring my son's trunk to Cyprus and Druella's house."

"We can bring it," Sirius said. He didn't want Kreacher touching anything of his. The slimy little wretch had a way of annoying him like no one else could.

"Don't be ridiculous, son, that's much too much trouble to put dear Bella through. I'm sure she doesn't want to fly with your trunk. Besides, it's Kreacher's job to do those kinds of things. The answer is no, Sirius," his mother said as he opened his mouth to protest again. Kreacher clutched Sirius's trunk in his hands and vanished with a crack like a whip.

His mother stood and kissed both him and Bella formally on each cheek. "Behave yourself. Have a good school year, and write to me once you've been sorted. I want to know everything. Bella, it was a pleasure to see you again, darling. You have a good year as well."

"Thank you, Aunt Wallburga. I'll try. See you at Christmas," Bella said after giving his mother a fleeting embrace. She crossed to his father and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodbye, Uncle Orion."

"Goodbye, Bella. See you."

Bellatrix put her hand on Sirius's shoulder, spun him around, and led him out. As they walked out the door, her hold constricted.

"That hurts," Sirius said, giving his cousin's hand a tug. She ignored him. He pulled on her hand again. She tightened her grip further.

"Bella, stop it!" he demanded. She relented somewhat, but she still retained a firm grasp on his shoulder. "Let me go!"

Bellatrix stopped abruptly and stood in front of him. "Listen, and listen well, because I'm only going to say this once. I am not your mother or father. I am far, far worse. You are in my world now, little cousin, and what I say goes. Understand?" she asked. He nodded silently. "Good. Now be a good little boy and shut it, or I'll drop you over King's Cross."