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Sorry, this one is a bit short - the next one is longer, though.
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Out of the corner of his vision, Sirius saw a fist coming towards him. He was ready for it and ducked, trying to get past his father, to the door. The door was in his sights, but Orion was too quick. Grabbing his wrists in an iron grip, Sirius' father pushed him against the wall. Sirius struggled to get free, but his father was too strong.
There was a crazed look in his eyes.
"It's time you learnt some respect, boy!" He spat, shaking Sirius.
The next thing Sirius knew, he was doubled over, with a sharp pain in his stomach. His father pushed him to the ground and crouched down next to him. Sirius locked his jaw and looked straight into his father's eyes with defiance.
"Tell me you will never talk to your filthy half-blood friends again!" Orion shouted. Sirius clenched his jaw, staying silent.
There was another sharp pain in his rib-cage. This time he cried out.
"TELL ME!" His father shouted again.
Sirius curled up in a ball, expecting another blow. His father just stood.
"It seems, Sirius, that this is not really working," Orion whispered, just loud enough for his son to hear. "Perhaps it's time for something a bit more… powerful," He drew his wand from his pocket.
"No," Sirius begged, his voice hoarse. "You wouldn't," He had been beaten many times before by his father, especially when he was drunk, but Orion had never done what he was about to do.
"Crucio!"
Sirius only half heard the word before everything went silent. There was nothing. Nothing apart from the searing pain. He cried out, writhing, thrashing his limbs, clawing at the floor, trying to stop the consuming pain. But it carried on. Tears were streaming down his face. He could only just see the dark silhouette of his father pointing his wand towards him.
"Crucio!"
The second curse was too much. The pain was just too much for Sirius to withstand. He wanted to black-out so that it would stop, but he didn't. It just carried on and on. His body was growing weak and he was finding it hard to breathe.
Suddenly, after what seemed like an eternity, the pain stopped. Sirius lay there, on the floor, gasping for breath. Dried tears covered his face. His father was still looming over him, wiping his brow with his shirt sleeve. An ache filled Sirius' body, remnants of the pain lying dormant all over him. Soon the pain would go away, but it would never be forgotten.
He wished he had never tried to run away. It could never have worked. Now he was back where he started again.
He was on the verge of giving up.
Then he remembered who he was. Not just any Black.
He was Sirius Black.
No, not even a Black.
He was Padfoot.
And he had a plan.
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