The New Black

Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet

When: Listening to music, as per my usual.

Disclaimer: Ownership of Harry Potter...hmm nope I don't have it.

A/N Alright, here is chapter three, and hopefully I'll receive some more reviews? Please? Also, any ideas and things you have, please leave it in a review. :) Thanks.

Chapter 3- The Definition of Awkward


Dinner was a lesson in awkward, even to Sirius Black, and let's face it...some of the things he says are pretty awkward.

Sirius sat on one side of the absurdly long table, and Alan sat at the other. Kreacher seemed to vanish as soon as they started eating, and Sirius had to commend the little bugger on that, it was a smart move.

Alan, Sirius found out, didn't speak much when food was involved, which Sirius thanked God for, because he didn't either. So, the majority of dinner both grandfather and grandson shovled food in their mouths, and the only sound you could hear was that of forks scratching plates.

Eventually, both of them ran out of food to occupy themselves, sending the two wizards into an awkward silence. An extremely awkward silence.

After several minutes it was Alan who broke it," A gay baby was just born."

Sirius gave him a look," What...?"

" It's just a saying, old man, chill."

Sirius sighed," Of course it is."

Alan nodded," Yeah, I saw it on a muggle sitcom, this one drunk guy always said it when there was an awkward silence."

Sirius allowed himself to chuckle softly," So you like muggle sitcoms do you?"

Alan raised an eyebrow at that," Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" Alan seemed to be expecting Sirius to make a snide remark.

Sirius broke out into a fit of laughter," No. Actually, I have some old copies of some muggle sitcoms from the seventies, if you're interested."

Alan gaped at him," Am I interested?I'm bloody ecstatic! Can I see them now?"

"I have to find them first," Sirius replied, still unable to hide his amusement.

"Well go find them then!" Alan demanded, standing up in excitement.

"Not quite yet," Sirius clarified, rubbing is head absently," Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

Alan glowered down at his plate," There's not much to tell. I'd much rather go find those sitcoms."

"Obviously," Sirius muttered.

"What was that?" Alan's head snapped up.

"Nothing at all," Sirius retorted," Now, tell me about yourself."

"My name's Alan. There, that was about me."

Sirius ground his teeth together," How about something that's not plainly obvious?"

Alan smirked, enjoying Sirius's annoyance," Well, I'm remarkably good looking, but that might be a bit obvious."

Sirius got to his feet rather loudly at that statement, and strided to his liquor cabinet, grabbed some fire whiskey and said to Alan," I'm going to sleep."

"Night, pops."

Sirius frowned, suddenly astounded by how much his grandson acted like him, but shrugged it off, and went up to his room.


Alan sighed, running a hand through his thick, dark hair. He knew it wouldn't be long...and he'd be at Hogwarts, away from the ministry and foster homes, and away from his grandfather, who Alan was sure hated him.

Only eleven months, Alan thought to himself. With that thought still in his head, Alan stood up, and started toward the door.

Halfway there, however, an idea struck him. He turned around, and quietly walked over to Sirius's liquor cabinet. He slowly opened the door, and was happy to find it wasn't rusty and it didn't creak, he then reached in, and grabbed...about four bottles of fire whiskey.


A/N I know, it's short, and it took a while, but please don't hate me. And please, please, please review.