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Sorry I didn't update sooner! I planned to have it all up the first day I uploaded it because it was all written, but, well... I'm lazy. ;)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of it's characters, or the idea of Sirius being mistreated as a boy. That was implied in the books too!
So it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
TWELEVE – SUMMER AFTER YEAR TWO
It was even worse this year. The beatings. My brother did nothing to help, traitorous little moron that he was. He, of course, was in Slytherin. My parents were so proud of that little snot. "Mummy's little angel."
Regulus sat there and watched as my father beat me until I was bruised and bloodied. Even laughed. Offered "helpful" tips to my father as to what type of blow where would hurt me more.
And every single time I was warned. Never managed to escape, but prepared myself. Every time the beating began, it started with my name, Gryffindor, and a string of unrepeatable curse words.
I simply cried when my mother walked by, kicked me in the ribs, and stalked off, laughing.
:'(
Reviews would make poor little Sirius feel better.
~hugs Sirius!~