Sirius was upset.
After the somewhat awkward meeting with Dumbledore, Sirius had left quickly, walking to Charms. Realising he had left his bag in McGonagall's classroom, he turned on the spot and headed back down the corridor.
As the classroom was currently being used by some 6th year Ravenclaws and his seat was in use, Sirius' stuff had been collected by McGonagall and was sitting on her desk. As he hastily stuffed his parchment and quills into his rucksack, he noticed the transfiguration teacher watching him.
"Are you alright, Mr Black?" She asked gently.
"I'm fine, why...oh. Yes, I'm perfectly fine thankyou Miss." It dawned on Sirius that McGonagall new exactly why he had been called to Dumbledore's office. Looking away, Sirius packed up the rest of his things and said, "Well, thankyou Professor." And left without another word.
By the time all this was over, there was only 20 minutes left of his Charms class, and Sirius reallydidn't feel in the mood to go back to his lesson. Instead, he went straight back to the Gryffindor common room, which was thankfully empty.
He collapsed into his favourite arm chair in front of the fireplace, sighing heavily.
He couldn't take in what had just happened. It was bad enough with James getting on him about his family, but now bloody Dumbledore as well! Sirius didn't need any help. He was feeling perfectly alright now he was back at Hogwarts. And he did not need
to be constantly reminded of the previous summer.
Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, Sirius curled up like a cat, and dozed off into what he had hoped would be a relaxing and peaceful sleep...
"Sirius Orion Black! Up! Get up!" A shrill screech carried up the stairs to Sirius, who jolted awake. "Hurry up!"
Scrambling out of bed, Sirius ran down the stairs to his mother, the cold floorboards numbing his feet. "What have you got to say for yourself?" Walburga Black hissed. "Think you can get away with this, do you?"
"I- I don't understand, Mother." Stuttered Sirius.
"Floors filthy! Portraits dusty! Plates dirty! Chandelier broken! I'm sick of it! You're a lazy piece of shit! Get your worthless arse out!"
Sirius made for the door, running up the stairs. "We have a bloody house elf!" He shouted. "It's not me!"
"Wait until your father hears about this, you ungrateful little -"
"Wait until I hear about what?" Sirius' heart stopped.
"SIRIUS!"
"Sirius," A feint voice woke the boy. "Sirius? Sirius!"
Rubbing his eyes, Sirius sat up. Dazed, he looked around, noticing he was still in the common room, but now surrounded by the Marauders. Remus was shaking him gently.
"Where have you been?" Asked Peter.
"What?"
"Why didn't you come back to Charms? Surely Dumbledore wasn't telling you off for an hour?"
Sirius attempted a grin. "Oh, he, er - he wasn't telling me off." He replied lightheartedly.
Remus frowned. "What did he want then?"
Sirius swallowed. "Oh, um... it was nothing. Doesn't matter."
James' brow furrowed. "Are you alright mate? You were shaking and twitching just now, when we got back."
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine James. Thanks. Just a bad dream I think."
The other three boys seemingly accepted this and there was a quick change of subject. Sirius, a little withdrawn, was just glad he didn't have to answer any more questions.
A/N: Hey again! New chapter here as promised! Hope it was a little more exciting... I've got a very interesting plot planned, so keep reading! Reviews really appreciated3
- Number12GrimauldPlace x
