Hi,
It took me a while to write this little chapter. I have a great issue of failing to build up plots, which was one of the many reasons I began fanfiction. I did manage to come up with a few moments or ideas that can roll the story, and I do have an idea of where this is all heading, but I can't find the page on which I summed up my ideas. Strangely, I can't remember them, dig them from my memory...
So here's a settling of the current events, and a way to move on:
Sometimes life doesn't include awful events. Which tie everything together, casting aside all previous happenings, pushing all known facts away to replace those familiar long corridors with sharp, unexpected corners.
Life kept on being, and Bella wasn't exactly satisfied with it, yet she felt pretty happy most of the time. It was her childhood, her early girlhood, and there was so much in it to expirience.
It was a nice year, followed by a problematic summer. Not too hard, just complicated. It meant a few long months at home, with a family that wasn't quite approving of Sirius's future, unchangeable as it was. Bellatrix could sense Sirius's reservation. It wasn't, somehow, the right home for him to come to.
"But this is his home," she thought angrily, "What other home does he have to come back to?"
Well, apperantly, he had at least one other. He proved that to them five years later.
She tried to be supportive. Ask for his presence. Require him to come out of his shell of vanity and solitude. After a while, he had noticed her efforts, and shut her out. As if he thought he was her charity case, and refused to be that.
"Please come down for dinner,"
She was leaning against his door, head forth, palms pressed to the door. "Please, please don't be a git."
"Please, please leave me alone," he mimicked her tone, "Stop patronizing!"
"Stop being a spoiled little kid!"
"I thought you liked me!"
"Don't have many reasons to!"
She slammed the door, then breathed flatly, cooling her temper. "Sirius, you can't turn your back to us and expect things to go on fine. If you want to keep this family together, the least you can do is behave yourself."
Silence.
"Do you…" She couldn't believe she was saying that, "Do you want to keep us together?"
The door opened suddenly, too suddenly. Sirius stepped back quickly as his cousin fell forward, blalncing herself with the doorpost. He pulled her into the room. "I don't have an answer for that."
Removing her hair out of her mouth, she tried to acknowledge his words. "You mean…"
"I don't mean anything." He threw himself on the bed. "I do want you to stop being nice, 'cause it creeps me out, 'cause that's not you, and not your job to take care of me."
"Wait, Sir, but is it true? Don't you want our family to hold together?"
"I don't really, err, seriously!" She grinned at the unconcious pun. "Hey- don't smile! Do you even think I mean anything to them?"
That made her stop smiling. "If you didn't, asshole, they wouldn't be so upset about you 'betraying' the house…"
"Oh." He considered what she said for a moment, and all the spirit seemed to blow out of him. "That's the wrong kind of caring," he mumbled at last. "It's making me their problem, nothing more."
Silence.
She sat down beside him.
She patted his shoulder.
Then stood up gently, gentlier than she ever did. "I must have been the scariest baby," she thought, "My first word was obviously NO!"
"I think you can try and be more than their problem, if you believe that's what you are," her voice sounded strange, "But I don't agree with you. You're their son, they have to love you, no conditions matter. They were always your parents, remember that."
Then she walked out of the room.
He walked down the stairs slowly, and with his head down, sat by the dinner table.
His head didn't remain down for long. It never did.