The New Black
Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet
When: Listening to music, as per my usual.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own HP, nor do I own any of the other characters.
A/N Thanks to everyone who added this story to their alert and favorite lists! I would really appreciate some reviews, even if they are only a few words, it helps inspire me to write more often. I'm not so sure about this chapter...but without further ado, here it is:
Chapter 2- Denial is the First Step to Acceptance
Sirius took a deep breath...and then another one...and another. Despite his confidence in front of the ministry wizards earlier, he wasn't so sure he could do this.
Sirius didn't have the first clue about raising a child, yet alone one who had apparently inherited his knack for... disregarding the rules, so to speak.
First thing was first though, Sirius had to find out what exactly Alan was doing to cause all that noise up stairs. He started up the stairs, but half way up had a 'brilliant' idea.
He transformed into his animagus form, a large black dog. It would make things interesting, that was for sure.
It wasn't difficult for Sirius to find Alan, the constant sound of whizzing and at times, loud thuds, led him to the third floor. Still in dog form, he scampered forward, only to nearly be squashed by Alan. The kid was flying. On a broom. In the hallway.
Upon seeing the 'dog', Alan panicked and slammed the broom to a full stop, narrowly missing Sirius.
Unfortunately for Alan, the force of the broom coming to halt in such a confined space, sent him flying through the air, and straight into a wall.
Sirius tried to hide his laughing, and trotted over to the now groaning boy, barking like mad.
Alan quickly shuffled to his feet, " Nice dog...I-I'll put the broom up, is that what you want?"
Sirius barked an affirmative, and to his bemusement Alan quickly returned the broom to the broom closet.
When Alan turned back, he figured it'd be as good a time as any to freak the kid out, so he began to transform, back into his wizard self.
Alan stared at him in wide-eyed amazement," How did you do that!"
Sirius chuckled," Skill."
"Can you teach me? That was bloody brilliant!"
Sirius raised an eyebrow," It takes years and years of practice."
"But," Alan persisted onward," you could show me how to do it."
"Ha! Maybe in a couple years," Sirius replied, starting down the staircase.
"Fine," Alan said, testily," You're probably too old to teach it to me anyway."
Sirius paused," I am not old."
"You're my grandfather, you have to be old," Alan told him simply.
Sirius frowned," Just because I have a grandson doesn't mean I'm old!"
"Denial is the first step to acceptance," Alan supplied, much to Sirius's annoyance.
" I am not old!"
"Are to." Alan stuck his tongue out at Sirius.
Sirius glared, " Are not."
"Are to!"
"Are NOT!"
"Are too!"
He wanted to continue to argue with Alan, but someone had to be the adult in this house, so he changed the subject," Have you decided on your room?"
"Er..."
Sirius sighed," I'll take that as a no. The house has a ground floor, with the kitchen below, then three more floors." He'd decided to leave out the part about the uppermost floor, where his old room was.
However, Alan had already seen it," What about that...other floor? On top of the third."
"You don't want one of those, they're old," Sirius tried, the two were now once again at ground floor.
"Ah..just like you, grandpa," Alan inferred, grinning.
"I am not-" Sirius sighed," Fine. Which room do you want?"
"How about that one on the top floor, with the pictures of the motorcycles and hot chicks?"
Sirius scoffed," How old are you again?"
Alan shrugged," A man knows a sexy woman when he sees one."
Sirius snorted. At least he had good taste.
"Fine. Do you have a trunk with you?"
Alan nodded, and pulled a minimized trunk from his pocket. With a wave of his hand, Sirius sent it up to his old room.
" I'm going to tell Kreacher to start on dinner. What would you like?"
Alan shrugged, already making his way up the stairs," Who's Kreacher?"
"The house elf."
Alan looked at him oddly," You have a house elf?"
"Unfortunately..."
Alan shrugged," Rightio then, gramps, I'll see ya at dinner."
Sirius scowled, and stalked off toward the kitchen.
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