Summary: Draco analyzes his relation to the muggle mass murderer; Sirius Black. - — Set in 1993/1994 School Year.

Rated: K

Genre: Drama, Family

Warning Tag: Mentions of mental instability in a poor light.

You Can't be Sirius?

31st of October, 1993

The Halloween Feast was coming to a close. Draco departed the Great Hall early and headed for the library to find some peace and quiet to finish an essay before curfew. Unfortunately for the blond, a quiet evening was not in store for him. As soon as he pulled open the library doors, Madam Irma Pince announced to the few students scattered about to return to the Great Hall immediately.

A pair of Gryffindor girls breezed through the door Draco still held open, and before any other peers took advantage of the false courtesy, he released the handle and followed the nauseating colors of gold and red, not intending to keep pace with the two.

"It's about Sirius Black, I bet," the black-haired girl stated. "He has it in for Harry Potter."

Draco couldn't help but overhear the gossip and rolled his eyes at the mention of his nemesis. Everything was about bloody Saint Potter.

"But why would he want to attack Potter? If he was a Gryffindor, why can't he just try and do in one of the Slytherins instead?" the brunette asked her friend.

"Lavender, he murdered twelve muggles! He was a follower of You-Know-Who. Gryffindors can go bad, too," the raven-haired girl half-whispered. "Besides, why would he escape from Azkaban to snuff out a potential new recruit for—"

The girl abruptly stopped speaking when Draco quickly brushed past them; he couldn't handle the drama any longer. The pair watched him carefully, slowing their pace to avoid the boy's presence. As he turned the corner, he heard them resume the conversation as if he'd never interrupted them.

Draco sought out the Slytherins that huddled in the far corner of the now cleared Great Hall. As he approached, he looked to Theo for an explanation.

"What's going on now?" he demanded.

"Sirius Black attempted to break into the Gryffindor Common Room. Slashed up the portrait good in the process," Theo recited, already bored with the incident that had unfolded. "Naturally, the castle is in an uproar, so all the students were ordered to come here while they search the grounds."

"Oi, Malfoy, isn't he a relative of yours?" Crabbe asked a little too loudly for Draco's taste.

He gave the stocky boy a hard smack on the arm. Sometimes the git was too smart at the dumbest of times. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Of course, the blond was well versed in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black family tree; his own mother is a part of that bloodline after all. Draco knew of a few ancestors that bore the name Sirius Black, but when it came to his mother's cousin—and her middle sister—he knew next to nothing about them. All that mattered was that they both were blood traitors, so no further exploring of them was required.

"Don't get worked up over it, mate. You might cause a scene," Theo joked, a smirk playing his lips.

It was met with a stern glare and a threatening hiss from Draco as he scanned the area around him to make sure their conversation wasn't overheard. "Quit bringing it up!"

Since the loose relation was mentioned, Draco now couldn't help but think about it. If Sirius was a blood traitor, why would he join the Dark Lord and slaughter muggles?

Maybe the Black bloodline had some kind of psyche problem; knowing so much about his aunt Bellatrix would normally be enough proof for him. Unfortunately, it still didn't add up; his mother was far from insane, she was quite the opposite, actually. He wasn't insane, so that evidence was surely flawed.

The conversation between the girls came back to him and Draco started to feel a little worried; a deranged relative of his was roaming the castle, clearly confused about where his loyalty lay. What if Sirius learned he was Narcissa's son and wanted a go at him for whatever reason, too?

Draco paled at the thought and quickly climbed into one of the overly fluffy sleeping bags the Headmaster produced for everyone to sleep in. Its cushiony walls didn't offer him the comfort he sought, and he wished he could go back to the Slytherin Common Room where he would feel much safer behind the thick stone walls.

Originally Written For:

Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition

Harry Potter Fanfiction Competition Forum

Word Count: 716

Originally Written: November 2017