A jet-black F-150 pickup with a motorcycle securely fastened on the back and a trailer hitched behind, cruised down the motorway. Harry, sitting in the passenger seat facing the window with his sunglasses on, refused to acknowledge the impatient tapping Sirius was doing on the steering wheel.
"This is for the best, Harry," He spoke softly, seeming to be attempting to convince himself more than his godson. "I know you're mad at me, and you have the right to be. But you and i both know you couldn't stay couped up for another year. You should be meeting girls, having fun, getting bloody wasted and laid, like i was at your age!" He exclaimed with a grin attempting to get a rise out of his charge. Silence was all that greeted him. Taking his eyes off the road for a second, he stared at Harry. He looked so much like james and Lily.
In the past year and half, he had changed so much. he had his fathers strong square chin, a slightly upturnerd nose that had suffered a break of some kind, and of course, the cursed potter hair. That was just a shade lighter than his fathers. From his mother, he had gained more than just her jade-like eyes, but her prominent check bones also made his face all that more angular. sirus sighed before turning back to the road saying "you can't ignore me all the way to jericho har-" He was interrupted before he could finish what he was saying by his godson.
"Bigby" was the single word spoken by his son in all but blood since the drive had started.
"What?" questioned Sirius.
"Bigby," repeated his godson. "I told you, Harry Potter was left behind in that forest. Just like the death eaters, just like cedric, just like voldemort. Bigby, my name is Bigby Black. I've told you this before, " his godson repiled his voice rough but not unkind.
"I keep telling you it wasn't your fault, har-," He stopped himself from making the same mistake again that would set his already pissed godson off, taking a deep breath before staring again. sirius spoke. "I keep telling you, son," he seemed to settle on. "it wasn't your fault what happened. It wasn't your fault you lost control they pushed you to it. you did what you had to do to protect yourself. to try to protect your friend. " Though the mess of the death eaters ripped apart would always stay in his mind, that and what Harry could become when mad.
"which I failed to do!" came Bigby's reply. his voice hostile with irritation and anger. "So how about we don't, bring up my failures that the rest of the magical world despises me for, till we get out this car, yeah?!" he continued snarkily, turning to face his only family with his sharp cannies bared in frustration. Sirius didn't even so much as flinch as he continued to look at the road ahead. He only let out a tired sigh as he replied to his Bigbys aggression. Harry or Bigby simply turned back to his window, fiddling with the obsidian coloured stone that was imbedded in the interwoven gnarled wood that made the ring that rested on his middle finger.
It was another five hours before they arrived at the driveway to a house that stood just on the cusp of the town known as Jericho. Though calling it a house would be an insult, it was more of a mansion. It was an ancient thing that stood at an impressive three stories tall and covered a good 600 square meters in width. It was gothic in nature, but in a way that noble in a sense, beautiful in a way, not dreary and suffocating like grimmauld place was. As they approached the gate to the property, Bigby read the name made out of steal that draped across the massive gates, tipped with spear shaped spikes.
"Wait, this place is also called grimmauld?" He questioned whilst scratching the stubble that puberty had so kindly gifted him.
"Yup!" Sirius spoke with enthusiasm, simpy happy his boy was speaking to him again. "This place was the original one. The black family left it behind centuries ago, not long before the witch trials. " The family home was a sore spot in the history of the black family. The black family was one of the original families of magic to settle in America, though they left not long before the burnings started. The reason why was lost to history.
"it's certainly better looking, then the shithole back in England, with the same name," Bigby stated bluntly.
Sirius mearly sighed at Bigby before letting out a weak mutter of "languge harry." Which simply earned a raised eyebrow and a slight snarl in response. "Well, let's open this bad boy up!" Sirius exclaimed whilst clapping his hands together. The metallic clang of the rings on his fingers punctuating his words. Climbing out of the truck, Sirius approached the chain clad gate. Bigby watched as Sirius grasped the chucky piece of metal that seemed to be a lock with no keyhole in his hands.
His Dogfather fished a midnight black key from his jacket pocket and simply pushed it through the front of the lock. Bigby observed as the key seemed to phase through the clump of iron. Sirius twisted the key clockwise, then withdrew it. It seemed like nothing was happening, then lock spilt in half straight down the middle, and the chains connected seemed to move like metal serpents across the gate till they seemed to become one with it.
"Cool, right!" Sirius bellowed with a smile in front of the car, as the massive gates swung open from behind him. a small smile ghosted across Bigby's Iips in response. It wasn't even ten minutes later that the truck was parked outside the massive building that would be their home. Well, Sirius' new home, Bigby, would only be there for the holidays.
'What a pain in the ass,' Bigby thought to himself. He didn't want to be , didn't want to be taken from their little house in the woods of New Hampshire, to this place. The very idea of having to go back to school and deal with his peers made his skin prickle and his cannies grow in length. He couldn't just wait to be seen as a freak and monster all over again. Sirius promised it would be different, that Nevermore would be different. A school for outcasts, it's perfect he had promised. 'What a loud of bullshit' Bigby couldn't help but think.
"So," Sirius began after they had done a small inspection of the place. "The moving trucks won't be here till tomorrow, and the beds in this place are probably as dusty as, well, everywhere else. So I'm thinking of sitting room camping tonight!" Bigby merely grunted in reply, his brow wrinkled, giving away his true feelings. Sirius didn't notice more, interested using a knights helmet from one of the suits in the hallway, to get a piece of trail mix out of his teeth. Harry looked out a dust caked window. The sun was setting, wouldn't be long till night now. He sighed, 'guess this is home now,' he declared to himself. 'home sweet home'.
a/n: hello! If you are reading this, then thank you! this is my first attempt at a story. I have used this site for many years and thought it was time to give it a shot! this prolouge is probably gonna be the only third person part, maybe? the rest will follow Bigby's/Harry's perspective.