The Black Twins
Albus's plan failed, the war was lost. But his forgotten brother, Aberforth, has a plan too, a plan 'B', a plan that no normal person would even imagine, much less put into action. Then again; Aberforth had never really been normal. His plan, however, had consequences that not even he could imagine, and it slipped and twisted from his grasp, laughing wildly as it dove into the realms of chaos. Ladies and gentlemen, hold onto your broomsticks, the Black twins are coming to Hogwarts. MWPP era.
A/N
Big thanks to everyone who reviewed; I'm glad people think this story is original!
This chapter is a bit darker… but enjoy!
One Hell of a Day PART 2
TBT
Andromeda's family lived in a house much like Grimmauld Place, except it was less ancient. The walls of the house were dark green; the floor was wooden, but covered with fine rugs, in the living room a walk-in fireplace stood proud, silver snakes decorating the edge. The fire turned green, a black haired boy shot out and dusted himself off, a moment later another boy followed landing with a touch more grace then the other. Both Sirius and Harry were used to the Floo network, having used it numerous times in their young lives.
"ANDY! ARE YOU HERE? HELLO–OH!" Sirius yelled.
"Sirius?" A girl came into the room of about seventeen years of age, with curled, long, black hair, and dark, twinkling eyes. She smiled warmly when she saw the twins, but Harry could see her face was slightly blotchy, as if she'd been crying.
"Andy!" Sirius grinned, and she came forward to hug him.
"Happy Birthday," she wished him and then hugged Harry, "What are you two boys doing here? Shouldn't you be at the party?" she finished a little bitterly.
"Well yeah, but it's boring without you," Harry told her, then peered more seriously at her face, "What's the matter? Why didn't you come?"
Andromeda looked away, and for a second Harry thought she was going to start crying again. "Andy?" he prompted when she didn't answer. Andromeda didn't look ill, just miserable as she looked around the uninviting room, still avoiding Harry's eyes as her thoughts went elsewhere. Their cousin was usually a source of sparkling entertainment, and a witty buffer against her sisters, it was strange to see her looking so desolate.
"Come on," she turned back to the twins slipping into an easy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "do you boys want a butterbeer? There's a place not far from here if you want to go. My treat?"
Harry blinked, "Oh, err… okay,"
"Great!" Andromeda chirped, "I'll just grab my purse, and we'll go," she ran a harried hand through her hair as she walked quickly out the room. Harry exchanged a look with Sirius, and they hurried after her.
A few minutes later they entered a small shop labelled 'Gibbet's Goblets', throngs of Muggles walked past it without a second glance, or even a first glance for that matter. Though they did all gawk at the three Blacks as they passed, Harry and Sirius thought nothing of it as this seemed to be the normal reaction for Muggles in their presence. A bell jingled overhead as Andromeda pushed and held the door open. Harry and Sirius stood a little self-consciously as the few patrons inside turned their gaze towards them. The twins were still wearing their expensive dress-robes, and the Black insignia design on the front drew even more curious looks.
"My friend's family owns this place, find a seat and I'll get us some drinks," Andromeda commented, waving to a portly serving girl. The girl's face lit up and she sent a rosy cheeked, beaming smile their way. Harry and Sirius agreed and found a small round table in the corner that would perhaps not draw too many eyes. 'Gibbet's Goblets' was a cushy café in stark contrast to the Black way of life. Bright colours and signed photos of the Chudley Cannons waved from the walls, obviously the owners were fans. The fumes from the crackling fireplace held a sweet tinge, and in the back of the shop a fast jazzy tune bubbled from a Wizarding wireless.
"So, what's going on?" Harry asked again once they were seated around the small round table at the back. Andromeda sighed sadly and ran a finger around her glass.
"It's my fault really," she began, "I wasn't careful enough. You see, recently I've been meeting up with this boy at school, Ted Tonks." She gave a small smile at his name, as if remembering something fond.
"But one day we got too careless, and Narcissa," she spat her sister's name, "found out and reported it back to our parents. Well they – they weren't too happy with me, and I got in a lot of trouble. They've forbidden me to have anything to do with him," she finished glumly.
"But why?" Sirius asked confused, cocking his head to the side.
Andromeda gave a small, sad smile, "Our family generally doesn't like muggle-borns, remember."
"Muggle-born?!" Harry and Sirius gaped at her
"Like a Mud-blood?" Sirius asked.
"Don't say that!" Andromeda scowled at him, Sirius was rather taken aback.
"Huh? Why, what's wrong?"
"It's not a very polite thing to say," their cousin bristled.
Sirius flushed with embarrassment, "Oh, sorry," he apologised sincerely.
"That's okay, you probably didn't know."
"So…" Harry started, unsure what to say, "You –like– this Muggle-born?"
Andromeda sighed, "Yes," she admitted.
"But…" Harry didn't understand, he'd always been told that muggle-borns and muggles were the scum of the earth. Andromeda caught his eye and obviously guessed his thoughts.
"Don't believe everything our family says, they're wrong about most things. Muggle-borns are no different from anyone else."
"Oh," Sirius and Harry fell silent; trying to take in this information, when it went against everything they'd been taught.
"So that's why you couldn't come to our birthday? As punishment?" Sirius frowned.
"Yeah,"
"That's not fair."
Andromeda snorted, "Since when is anything fair?" she took a deep breath as if trying to steady herself and smiled weakly at the twins, "Anyway, it doesn't matter, I'm not going to stop seeing Ted just because my family says so. You looking forward to Hogwarts? Only one year left to go," she changed the topic, clearly wanting to cheer the twins up on their birthday. Unfortunately it didn't work.
"Why?" Sirius asked flatly, "Slytherin is just the same as our family." Harry whole-heartedly agreed. Why would they want to look forward to seven years of mind-games, power struggles, and cruel diplomatists? Andromeda gave Sirius a curious, studying look; narrowing her eyes as if considering something. Harry sipped his drink, the warm butterbeer relaxing him in the comforting atmosphere.
"Sirius, Harry, has anyone ever told you about the other houses?" Andromeda asked, still with that calculating look in her eyes.
Harry's brow creased as he thought back, "Err… no I don't think so," he glanced at Sirius to confirm, "I mean we know of them, but all we ever hear about is Slytherin."
Andromeda smiled, and her eyes began to twinkle again, "Well I guess I'll tell you then!" She flicked her dark hair back and tapped a mischievous finger against her lips. Her mood was contagious, and Harry was glad to see the real Andromeda coming back.
"Let's see… four houses, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Slytherin, you already know, they are notorious for their cunning and can be sly and devious. Hufflepuffs are known for their loyalty, and are hard-working people. Ravenclaws are very clever academically, and love to study and to learn. Gryffindors are known for their courage and bravery, or what some would call reckless behaviour.
"Of course not everything about the houses is good. Hufflepuffs aren't always the smartest people; they are usually at the bottom of the class. Ravenclaws aren't always the bravest people; they like to stay out of any physical fighting. Gryffindor's loyalties are known to change, and Slytherins, well, we tend to turn to the Dark Arts," she gave a rueful smile.
Harry's mind absorbed this like a sponge, sending his thoughts whirling away. Is this what Hogwarts is really like? With four houses all so different from one other, it's almost like four schools in one. Maybe Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad after-all, it could even be fun with so many kinds of people to wreak havoc upon… if only I didn't have to be…
Harry bit his lip, and looked up at Sirius from under his fringe. Taking a chance, he decided to voice what he was thinking.
"I don't want to be in Slytherin." The table fell quiet as the two twins stared at each other, one in amazement, and the other in determination.
"But… you have to be," Sirius said numbly.
"No you don't," Andromeda put in, trying to hide a smile, "you've got a choice."
"Yeah but… no, our whole family's in Slytherin,"
"So? You two could change that,"
"Maybe…" the twins said at the same time, both thinking about what would happen if they were in a house other than Slytherin.
Suddenly Harry jerked up, head snapping around to look at a nearby cuckoo clock, seeing the time, he swore.
"Oh bloody hell; we've been gone for nearly an hour and a half!" the bad feeling he'd had before came back tenfold, almost panicking he turned to Sirius, "we need to get back right now," he said seriously.
Even Sirius realised how much trouble they would be in if anyone knew they were gone, and he leapt up, his chair skidding backwards from the table, "We need to get back to the house!"
"Hold up," Andromeda grabbed their robes preventing them from rushing out the shop's door, "Casey will probably let us use the Floo here, and it will be quicker then going back home." Their cousin hurried over to the counter, calling the rosy cheeked serving girl to her. Harry and Sirius waited impatiently as they talked, before the girl; Casey, smiled and nodded. She reached under the counter and reappeared with a small coarse woven bag which she gave to Andy.
Andromeda hurried them over to the fireplace handing them handfuls of Floo powder from the bag.
"Thanks for the butterbeer Andy,"
"Yeah and good luck with Ted,"
"Yes, yes, hurry up and get back already – and have a good Birthday!" she shouted, just as Sirius yelled, "Twelve Grimmauld Place!"
TBT
Harry stepped out of the kitchen fireplace, his head still reeling a little from the trip, so he didn't see his twin standing stock still in front of him, and walked right into him for a second time that day.
"Pah! Siri, what're you… oh," he trailed off.
The party was obviously over, as the house was completely silent. Regulus and their Mother were nowhere to be seen; but their Father was towering in front of them, looking angrier then either of the twins had ever seen him.
Crap, we're busted.
TBT
Sirius skidded on his knees in his usual Floo exiting technique as he came out of Twelve Grimmauld Place's large stone fireplace, into the gloomy kitchen. He still remembered when he and Harry had travelled for the first time on the Floo network, they both had been terribly nervous. The actual trip had made them feel really ill, and they had both landed ungracefully flat on their faces at the end. Over the years though, and with lots of practise and sore noses, they could Floo as well as any pure-blood.
Gliding to a short stop, Sirius stood up and dusted off his knees, feeling elated inside. Harry had nothing to worry about, we pulled it off perfectly! We got to miss out on the stuffy family banquet, see Andy, travel Floo all by ourselves, and it's all thanks to my brilliant idea. This is the best birthday ever! He dusted off he last of the soot from his fancy dress-robes, now looking considerably worse for wear (which Sirius couldn't care less about), and waited with a smirk for the fire to turn green again so he could tell his twin a smug; 'I told you so'.
The dim light from one of the nearby gas lamps that lined the kitchen walls was blocked suddenly, throwing Sirius into a shadow. He blinked in surprise and turned around to see what the obstruction was, and immediately saw the problem. The presence of rather large chest, clad in exquisite dark-green and black dress-robes, was casting Sirius into the aforesaid shadow. The smile slipped from the ten-year-old's face as he slowly raised his head to meet the cold onyx eyes of his father, which were filled with such an intense fury that for a moment the boy feared he'd been turned to stone. Sirius gulped.
Still frozen by his Father's steely gaze he was only dimly aware of the fire turning green again, and of Harry stepping out. Only mutedly aware of his twin walking into him, nearly swallowing a mouthful of hair, and only was distantly aware that Harry started speaking only to trail off. A dreadful silent tension filled the kitchen, buzzing in Sirius's ears as his brain was screaming at him run, get away, be anywhere but here! But his legs weren't cooperating.
"Where did you go?" Orion Black asked quietly, a dangerously angry undertone in his voice as he seemed to visibly try and retain himself. Sirius's mouth was open but no sound was coming out, his mouth had gone dry, no thoughts were coming to his usually quick mind other then RUN, RUN NOW and the fact that his Father was using the quiet voice which promised trouble.
"Well? Where were you? Did you think you could just leave? Did you think that no one would notice? Hmm? What were you thinking? Where you even thinking at all?! ANSWER ME!" he roared, Sirius flinched and stepped back into Harry who was trembling. Their Father was breathing heavily now, seeming so angry that he was finding it hard to talk. "Do you want to tell me WHY I had to explain to Grandfather Arcturus that you two had LEFT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HUMILLIATING THAT WAS?! IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FAMILY! DO YOU?!" Spittle sprayed from Orion's lips as he raged. The twins huddled against each other, not even realising that they had clasped the other's hand. Both Sirius and Harry were pale, eye's wide and pupils' dilated, hearts pumping wildly with fear. Orion had obviously had a little too much to drink at the meal; they could smell the alcohol on his breath.
Their Father's voice went quiet again, "You ungrateful brats! How dare you? Do you know how much work your Mother put into today? Do you realise how this makes us look? The banquet is RUINED, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! CAN'T YOU TWO DO ANYHING RIGHT?! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO USELESS AND WORTHLESS?! You are BLACKS! You are PURE-BLOODS, SO ACT LIKE IT!" He swelled as he took another lungful of air, a maniacal look in his eyes. "And by Salazar I will make you understand that, even if I have to beat it into you! I'll make sure that you never pull a stunt like this again!" He whipped out his wand and pointed at a nearby silver candle-holder on the table. "Tergius rectus!" it transfigured into a leather strap. It was the sight of this over everything else that finally motivated Sirius's legs into action.
Adrenaline rocketed through his veins and he tightened his grip on Harry's hand, as Orion accioed the strap to him. Sirius leapt forward, dodging around his Father, and pounded across the stone floor of the cavernous kitchen. A startled cry behind him told him Harry was running too, and a wrathful roar and the thump of a chair being knocked out the way told him his Father wasn't far in the rear. It was unfortunate for them that the kitchen was so long; the kitchen's fireplace was at the opposite end of the room to the door and stairs leading to the entrance hall.
A beam of light streamed past them, smashing into a stack of plates and knocking them to the floor where they shattered. It seemed to take an age for the twins to reach the narrow doorway; Harry's hand broke away from his so that they could climb the stairs as it was only wide enough for a single person. Gasping in fear, Sirius didn't hesitate as he tore up the stairs, using the walls to propel himself forward quicker; however another cry stopped him short. Harry.
Time seemed to slow down as Sirius turned; framed at the top of the stairs as he looked back for Harry. Some sort of jinx had hit his brother, causing his feet to trip up and for him to fall over at the bottom of the stairs to the basement kitchen; he was kneeling now next to the open door, one hand on the kitchen door-knob which he was using to hold himself upright; head lowered as he fought for breath, winded as he was from the jinx. Their Father was bearing down upon him. Then Harry raised his head, emerald green eyes met blue-grey, from one end of the staircase to the other, Sirius still feeling like someone had cast a slow-motion charm. Gaze fixed on his brother; he saw something change in Harry's eyes, some emotion like a desperate determination set in, and alarm bells began to ring in Sirius's head.
The staircase had never seemed so long, and even as Sirius began to move one foot back down to Harry some part of his mind was screaming at him that he'd never make it in time. He would never be able to get down there to Harry and get them both back up the narrow staircase before their Father reached them, and once that happened, they would both be punished. And Harry knew that, Sirius could see it in his eyes, with that came the sudden comprehension of what his brother was about to do, and Sirius had never felt more afraid in his life.
"No–" Sirius half-cried, half-begged stumbling back down the steps, his hand stretched out to his brother as if he could accio him.
"Run Siri," Harry rasped and changed his grip on the door handle, not to pull himself up, but to slam the door shut.
Bang!
"NO!" Time returned to normal and suddenly Sirius could move properly, he lunged at the closed door between him and his twin, but reached it just as the lock clicked.
"NO! HARRY! HARRY!"
Sirius attacked the door, pounding his fists, kicking and screaming, barely even making a dent in the dark-wood. All thoughts of running had fled; his brother was the only thing that mattered. His Father's bellowed snarl of victory sounded through the door, which was quickly drowned out by a painful cry from Sirius's brother. The door shuddered as if hit and another agonised cry came with it.
"HARRY! H-HARRY, N-NO! No… please…" Sirius clawed at the hard barrier, not even registering the wetness of his cheeks. There was the sound of a muffled blow, and a whimpering sob from the other side.
"H-Harry…" Sirius croaked, he pounded on the door, his whole body shaking. Harry gave an answering cry of pain again, followed by a low moan.
"STOP! PLEASE STOP IT!" Sirius howled hitting the door with renewed vigour, "HARRY!" The single gas lamp that lit the kitchen stairs suddenly shattered from accidental magic, plunging Sirius into darkness.
He didn't know how long he sat there in the dark, listening as his Father punished Harry. Sirius's sobs resided into nothing as he sat in numbed helplessness on one side of the dark-wood kitchen door. So close to his twin, and yet further away then ever before. He lifted his head when he heard Orion hiss something to Harry, but it was too quiet to make out through the door. There was the sound of something moving away from the door, and Sirius's heart thumped loudly in his ears as he realised that it was over. I have to get to Harry, Harry is all that matters. His breath quickened as he stood up quickly, and staggered on his shaky legs after sitting down for so long.
He gazed at the door, so intensely as if he could burn a hole right through it. Waiting with a lump in his sore throat for his Father to open the door so Sirius could… Then common sense caught up with Sirius, what would happen if his Father found him here. He might stop me from helping Harry! Panicked now as he heard footsteps approaching the door, he spun around and raced back up to the top of the stairs. The click of the door unlocking echoed through the silent house, and Sirius gasped, diving away from the staircase into the entrance hall.
He heard the sound of the kitchen door opening, followed by heavy footsteps up the narrow stairs. Sirius looked around wildly for a place to hide; spotting the grandfather clock as his saviour and pitching himself on the other side, cramping up in the small space and letting the shadows hide his presence. The form of his Father's figure rose up from the stairs, and Sirius held his breath as the man neared closer to his hiding place. He plead silently to Merlin that he would pass unnoticed, and finally something right happened on his birthday as Orion's robes swirled past him. His Father cleared his throat with a noisy cough, reaching the grand staircase that led to the rest of the house, and slowly pulled himself up to retire to his bedroom.
Sirius held still until he could no longer hear his Father's footsteps, it seemed to take an eternity for the man to reach the master bedroom and the whole time Sirius thoughts were racing with visions of a bleeding Harry, Harry lying helpless on the floor, Harry dying… Sirius sucked in a breath trying to quell these unwelcome images and set off back down the stairs to the kitchen, dread clenching his stomach.
Feeling his way back through the dark, he saw that his Father had left the door open. Sirius lurched desperately through the doorway, and his blood ran cold as instantly his blue-grey eyes fell onto the curled up body of his brother by the kitchen bench.
"Harry," Sirius murmured feeling like he was going to be sick. He somehow ended up next to his twin, who was faced away from him on the rough icy-grey stone. "Oh Harry," Sirius stretched out a tentative hand towards his brother's still form, placing it on the boys cheek. His breath caught in his chest, Merlin, he's so cold, leaning forward he turned Harry over so that he now lay partially in Sirius's lap.
Blood ran down one side of Harry's face, and one of his cheeks was still red from a blow. Harry's green eyes fluttered open and Sirius could see the pain and tears reflected in them. Sirius gulped as his brother's eyes focused on him and his lips parted, in an unheard cry.
"Harry?" he whispered and watched, faintly surprised as a drop of water fell onto his brother's face, quickly follower by another. Sirius detachedly realised they were coming from him, he was crying again.
"S-Siri?" Harry's voice was so soft.
"Hey," Sirius tried to smile, and failed miserably.
Harry's hand curled around his, grasping comfort from his brother as he lay, head and shoulders cradled by Sirius.
"Siri… 't hurts…" he eyes wavered shut again, and his body convulsed. Sirius held Harry closer.
"Shh… its okay, I'm here now, it'll be okay, Harry, you hear me, you're gonna be fine…" Sirius mumbled soothing words, barely even taking in what poured from his mouth.
The twos boys sat there until Harry had finally fallen asleep, and Sirius's legs were numb from kneeling so long. Scooping up his brother Sirius began the long walk back up to the top of the staircase, to their bedroom. It was good thing that Sirius was the stronger of the twins, and Harry the smaller and lighter, or Sirius would have never had managed it. By the time they reached the bedroom that had the silver plark with their names written on it, it was nearly midnight.
With a tricky manoeuvre involving his feet, Sirius was able to get the door open and shut it behind him again. He carefully lowered Harry down onto his bed, but Harry gave a gasp of pain and jerked awake.
"Shh, it's alright, it's just me," Sirius reassured Harry, who loosened his death-grip on Sirius's arm.
"Siri," Harry sighed in relief, closing his eyes and leaning back into the soft sheets. Then he wrenched them open again, "are you alrigh'?" he asked anxiously.
Sirius nodded grimly, "Yeah, peachy," he growled, "why did you do that?"
Harry closed his eyes again, "Didn't… didn't want you… to get hurt, 'twas better this way…"
"What! Harry you idiot!"
Harry cast him a hurt look, which made Sirius feel guilty.
"Sorry," Sirius apologised.
"That's 'kay," Harry said quietly, wincing as he gingerly moved his arm into a more comfortably position.
"No really, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Harry – I couldn't – I tried – I'm sorry –" Sirius struggled.
"Not your fault,"
"Yes it is! How can you say that? If I hadn't insisted that we went to Andy's – and you didn't even want to go – you tried to tell – I didn't listen –" he could hardly even talk for being so upset.
Harry sat up again to grasp Sirius's shoulder, "Siri look at me. Look at me. Listen; there was nothing you could do. So don't... don't beat yourself up about it, besides it's as much as my fault as it is yours–"
"What!"
Harry winced at Sirius's loud voice; he was swaying slightly as he sat on the bed, he touched a hand to the side of his head, and it came away bloody. Sirius swallowed thickly when he saw it; here he was, arguing with Harry while his twin was hurt.
He gently pushed Harry back, "Lie down, okay?" his brother nodded, and then stopped because nodding obviously hurt too much.
"I'll be fine… just... need sleep… and…can… get water?" Harry croaked, now sounding completely exhausted.
"Sure, I'll be right back, stay here,"
Harry chuckled weakly, "Right, I'll do that."
A few minuted later Sirius returned to the room precariously holding a goblet filled to the brim with crystalline water, walking carefully so as not to spill any. When he reached his brother, however, he found Harry fast asleep. Sirius shrugged and put the goblet down for Harry to drink later. He paused to look down at the sleeping form of his brother, feeling troubled.
Harry had closed the door to save Sirius, scarified himself so that his twin wouldn't get hurt, which made Sirius feel terrible. His brother was smaller than and not as strong as him. It should be me protecting him, not the other way round – dammit– why does he have to be so selfless? And why can't I ever protect him? Am I really that useless that I can't even protect my own twin? Harry was always taking the worst of it, and then he had those nightmares…
Sometimes Harry would have these nightmares at night, things that made no sense, or things he'd never even heard of before, and places he'd never been. But he said that they always felt so real, like he was in someone else's body. That scared the hell out of both the twins, especially when Harry had the really bad ones that made him sweat, or scream, thrash or vomit and every time he'd wake clutching the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Sometimes Harry felt really happy or angry for no reason at all, like it wasn't his happiness or anger he was feeling. And again his scar would hurt.
Harry's scar puzzled both of them, neither had any idea where it had come from, and their parents wouldn't say other then 'He got it in an accident when he was younger,' which made them think their parents had been doing something illegal that they didn't want anyone to know about. Sirius thought that they'd tried some illegal curse that made Harry have visions, or maybe Harry had some seer blood in him, and he was seeing the future. Sirius sighed, who knew? It could be anything really…
Harry moaned in his sleep, and Sirius felt his chest constrict painfully. He shot another worried look at his brother, sometimes Harry scared him more then he'd ever like to admit. The mere thought that he could have died tonight if Father hadn't stopped… Sirius shivered, the room suddenly felt very cold.
A shaft of moonlight broke through the curtains, catching Sirius's eye. He walked over to the velvet drapes, carefully stepping over the still half-finished chess game set up on the floor, it seemed like it was days ago that they had been playing, not hours. Sirius reached up to pull the curtains completely closed, but paused as he looked out at Grimmauld Square. The street was empty, lit only every few yards by muggle lamps, the ones run by elektrissity. The park across the street was pitch black, the occasionally tall tree silhouetted by the light of the moon.
It would be so easy, Sirius thought wistfully, to just leave. Harry and I could pack a few bags right now, steal some food, and be gone before anyone knew it. Sirius sighed, it sounded great in theory but he knew running away would never work. He and Harry had talked it over before, if they did run away, where would they go? Somewhere the Black family couldn't find them? Yeah, right, the Blacks would just use magic to track them down, unless they were in a magical building that was warded. The Leaky Cauldron had wards on it, but the Blacks would just use their influence and money to get the twins back.
And even if we did get away, what would we do about money and food? Eventually Sirius knew they'd run out, they could get a job, but who would hire two ten-year-old boys? Two ten-year-old boys who were running away from their psychotic, but powerful family, known for dabbling in the Dark Arts? And if we can't get a job, what then? They would starve, or have to live on the street with Muggles, or could get stuck in an orphanage! Then there was Hogwarts. Hogwarts only let two scholarships in a year, a boy and a girl, how would they pay for school? No… running away was not an option. Sirius harshly yanked the curtains shut, and turned back around to go to bed.
Harry whimpered now, his face screwed up. Whether in pain, or in fear, as he relived the night in his dreams, Sirius couldn't tell. Rejecting his own bed, he moved through the dark room to the other side of Harry's large bed, lifted the green bed covers and carefully crawled in next to his brother, so as not to unintentionally hurt him. Laying his head down on the pillow and curling up on his side, he sadly watched Harry sleep. Reaching forward slightly, Sirius took hold of his twin's hand giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. He was satisfied to see Harry's pained expression clear, before he himself closed his eyes and fell into a restless sleep, his last thought being that this by far was the worst birthday ever.
TBT
A/N
Sniff… so sad…those twins cause a lot of trouble for themselves.
This is the Black family though, so it is darker...
I would love it if you would review please, believe it or not, but I do like to hear your thoughts. : D
XX – Mel