'Kay. So this is my first ever attempt at a Harry Potter (of any era) story.
Let me know what you think please!
~Aideen
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter Sirius and Remus wouldn't have died. Plus the oh-so-gorgeous Draco would not have married that witch with a BIG capital B. You can credit all of it to J.K. Rowling. :)
HP - The Marauder's Era - Year 1
Chapter 1
Sirius Black opened his eyes at the exact moment the sun rose high enough that the warm, morning glow could spill through his bedroom window. He glanced at the watching lying on his nightstand. 5:42am. He quickly threw back the sheets and rolled out of bed.
He had been waiting for this day forever. He was eleven years old and finally eligible to go to Hogwarts. He was being taken by his oh-so-loving (note mental sarcasm) parents, to Diagon Alley to get his school supplies today and was leaving for Hogwarts for the rest of the year tomorrow, The bit he was looking forward to the most was the leaving part.
He didn't exactly get along well with his parents. Or any of his extended, stuck-up, prissy, snotty, "pureblood" family for that matter.
Dressed, packed, and ready to walk out the door, Sirius waited down in the kitchen. His mother was the first one to walk into the kitchen, followed closely by his father.
"Morning?" His quiet word was more of a question than a greeting. It was completely ignored. As usual.
His younger, and very annoying brother bounced into the room. "Morning, Mum. Morning, Dad."
"Morning," Came the simultaneous rely. Sirius's shoulder's dropped in disappointment and his eyes burned. He refused to let the hurt fall from his eyes. He mentally cursed himself. He should be used to this behavior by now.
"Mum?" Sirius spoke loud enough for her not to use the excuse that she hadn't heard him.
"What?" Her tone was sharp. "And if I have told you once, I have told you a million times. You are to call me Mother rather than Mum. It sounds better and more proper for a boy of your age."
"Forgive me, Mother. Old habits die hard. When are we leaving for Diagon Alley?" The formal words sounded foreign and left a better taste on his tongue.
"After we eat," Snapped his mother.
Sirius all but inhaled his meal and excused himself from the table. He rushed up the stairs to his bedroom, pulled the sheets off the side of the mattress, and pulled out the black composition notebook. It was a "journal" for lack of better terminology. He knew it was girly, but his emotions needed to go somewhere.
Sirius threw it in the top of his trunk and snapped the lid shut.
"Sirius! Come on!" He heard his father's impatient yell.
"Coming, Father," He called, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice as he dragged his trunk down the stairs.
"Ready to go?" asked Regulas.
Sirius would have sworn the kid was more excited than he was.
"Yes," He replied, avoiding eye contact with his parents. He knew all too well that they were staring with disgust at his Muggle choice in clothing.
His father roughly grabbed his wrist. Sirius grabbed his trunk.
The squeezing sensation in his stomach built. It felt like his ribs would break. Then the pressure released and they were standing at the door to the Leaky Cauldron.
Sorry it was short. The next one will be longer. And there will be more action coming up soon. :)
Hopefully anyways!
~Aideen
