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A/N - ORDER OF THE PHOENIX SPOILERS! This is a story from young Sirius’ point and tells about his family. I feel that, since what happened in Order of the Phoenix, I owe him something. Well, here goes!
The fifteen year old boy sighed, staring gloomily out of the compartment’s window, though the sun shone brightly outside. He could hear his best friends eagerly chatting in the seats next to him, but their excitement wasn’t at all contagious.
Are you OK, Padfoot?” the boy across from him asked, a tall, dark haired boy, with thin wire framed glasses lying jauntily across the bridge of his nose.
Padfoot. Now that he was going home for winter break, the name didn’t seem right. As the train chugged closer and closer to his house - he didn’t dare call it a home - the boy was beginning to feel more and more like Master Sirius. Or Master Black, even.
“Padfoot?” James asked again, more concerned this time. “What is it?”
“It’s nothing.” Sirius muttered, then suddenly remembered the bottle of truth potion James had in his pouch. “Well, it’s just - I don’t really want to go home.”
To his surprise, James burst out laughing. “Neither do any of us! But we’ll see each other in a few weeks, and, besides, it’s CHRISTMAS!” The boy bellowed out the word as if it was the most wonderful in the world. “Sometimes I envy you, Padfoot.” The boy said, still grinning, “I mean, you have your little brother to show off for, and all of those cousins!”
“You don’t understand.” Sirius replied monotonously, continuing to stare out the window. He wished it were raining.
“Of course I under-”
James continued talking, but Sirius couldn’t hear what he was saying. Not with this happening. The train was slowing to a stop.
An awful feeling in the pit of his stomach, Sirius Black stood up.
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No sooner had Sirius gotten off the train than he saw her - his mother. Immediately he felt a great big wad of loathing rise up in the back of his throat, awful, terrible, loathing. He hated her, hated her more than anyone else he knew, not even Snape or that git Malfoy his cousin was sweet on.
“Hey, Black, move it!”
With a jolt, Sirius realized that he was blocking the entrance, and moved away into the shadows, hoping that his mother would not see him.
But it was too late. She did. Sirius watched her take a big whomping step towards him, the family House Elf bowing as she walked, and groveling at her feet. Kreacher respected Mrs. Black so much it was disgusting.
“Master Sirius!” She shouted, and he cringed at the title.
His mother had changed very little since Sirius had seen her last. She was still in mourning for some aunt or another, and was wearing an expensive looking black dress topped with a ridiculous looking maid’s cap. She was growing old, wrinkles forming on her skin that was already a sickly yellow, from lack of sunlight.
“MASTER SIRIUS!” She yelled again.
TBC
