First Person

1965

It was supposed to be tea time, but Sirius's mind was else where. There he was five years old, looking at his window with such wondrous awe. He was drawn to the sound guitars being strung loudly. He looked at the window and peeked into a very strange world that these muggle have made. Ipswich was such a strange world in the mid sixties, to a small child it was a magical dream. He smiled at the men and women dressed in bright colors, dancing and singing on the streets, while the scent of the flowers reached his window. The words of peace and love still clung to his little ear. He may have romanced this image, ignorance of the reality, for at five it just seemed to be a happy place. He was captivated listening to the hippies of London sing, dance, kiss, without grownups coming in telling them its time to go to bed. For him a world of peace and love was a far off paradise than in Grimaldplace.

"What is master Sirius doing?" he heard a voice behind him. He looked over and saw Fay, the house elf watching him. She glanced at the window too and saw the sight. "Fay has tea read and snack ready for Master Sirius." She then went to the window.

"Fay swears, these muggle have been becoming stranger and stranger." Fay said, shutting the curtains and putting her hand out. Sirius grabbed it. He smiled, giving Fay the dimples that always touched her soul as his big, innocent eye lashes blinked "Come on, Master Sirius, time for tea." He then followed her into the kitchen, where there was small table setting. Regulus, whom was two sat down as well as she sat a plate of cookies that were already smashed with his sticky toddler fingers while a sibs cup of milk was in front of him. Sirius, smiled, eagerly as Sirius gave him a small plastic cup. He started eating while Fay cut up a banana for the boys to shar. WIlburgha came into the kitchen.

"WHat is taking so long?" She said nastily. She then came into the window.

"Sirius was window wondering again, so I had to fine him." Fay explained putting a fruit bowl down.

"What are you doing, watching the filfthy muggle?" She said grabbing Sirius by the arm and yanking him away.

"Mummy, it hurts." Sirius cried as she held it.

"I don't care," She said, talking right to his face "We got your uncle coming any minute, what do you do, watch muggle all day. The filth, and the ones outside are even filthier than before."

"But I like them," Sirius pouted.

"What did you say," She said and grabbed Sirius by the ear. "You admire them? the Muggles?" She then pushed him to the ground. "They are trash Sirius," she yelled in his ear. Wilburgah than looked down, and notice his trouser with ripped and blood coming out of his knee.

"How did you get that?" She asked.

"He fell off a tree this morning," Fay explained. "I put some alcohol on it, he was doing what little boys do."

"Now, we'll have to get you knew. I swear Sirius, you are nothing but burden," she said, not even bothering to dressing it. She then went to Regulus, crested his head and kissed him.

"Your company is here and the tea is served." Fay said. WIlburgha nodded and left.

"Come Sirius, Regulus, Fay made you some crumpets." She said as she helped Sirius up.

"WHy does Mommie hate me?" Sirius asked sadly as Fay rolled up his leg pants and she used her elf magic to heal it.

"She doesn't hate you, Sirius," Fay said. "How could anyone hate such a wonderful boy like you." Sirius smiled and pulled a small flower from his pocket.

"The lady with the tamborine gave me this," Sirius said, giving it to her.

"Aww, Fay, loves it." She smiled at the boy in her care.

~X~

Sirius finally came to shore. He climbed the rocks and stepped onto the island. He felt as he was trapped into a time warp. Here he was, on his old street, he started to walk through it taking in the aromas of incense and fresh flowers. He could hear strums of the guitars along with the music of the Beatles, Bobby Dillon, and other artists of that era.

He knew it wasn't real, later in life, he read about muggle London in the sixties and found that the childhood dream world he used to stair out was far from a paradise. Yet, they seemed just like he remembered them. No drugs, protest or civil unrest, just the happy hippies Sirius mistook them for.

It all disappeared when Sirius spotted it. Staring out his old home, peering through the window, on the other side of the abusive hell he was trapped in for eleven years.

"Please, Mommy, please don't I didn't mean too." Sirius could hear a little boy cry. He felt a heavy air on his chest, hearing the boy cry. It was then he heard a soft, familiar singing that echoed among the boy's cry. Sirius decided to go in.

Sirius walked in, the house was clean just like it was when he lived in it. The fresh scent of lavender and chocolate chip biscuits arouse as Sirius went to the kitchen. It was there, he saw an elf, wearing a pillow case while darning socks.

"Hello, Sirius," She said. "Do you remember me?"

Sirius opened his mouth to say something. He remembered her, it was Fay, the house elf who served as his nanny during his boyhood years. He started to speak but couldn't, nothing came out. "Of course you don't, Sirius. I couldn't speak when I first came here too. You start out as you came, unable to speak, so you just listen."

Sirius winced at her.

"You wonder wear you are?" She asked. "Why, your in heaven."