Marauder crack

Mudblood

Sirius is a rebel without a cause. maybe a cause would be simply because he gets bored. Because he can. Because he wants. Cause it's his way of spitting on that unfortunate last name that carries, that accompanying curse. He rebels to mark his territory and anger everything Black. 

He rebels to exemplify the spirit of Griffyndor and knows, however, ultimately, that if he is not expelled Hogwarts, the home of the Gryffindor, the only thing that really matters, it is precisely because of that surname, that lineage, that name that so much hates. The wizarding world is governed by classes, and the Blacks are pure aristocracy. No school has dared to expel him. When the teachers censor their behaviour, they do it almost with condescension, muttering "Is about the little one from Walburga, the black sheep of the Blacks". It used to bother him, long time ago. That stigma. But he knows enough of his family to know that he has become a scourge for them, and that is reason enough to be proud of himself. No threats scare him because if his mother throws him he will have to explain in society that Hogwarts is too good for his child and there is no possibility that she resigns without pulling the strings. And yet when Albus Dumbledore tells him that his stay at school is in danger "- I am afraid that authorizing certain behaviors is a bad example for the rest of your classmates-", Sirius Black for the first time in his mindless existence believes that this once has screwed up. He climbs the principal's stairs dejectedly as if every step weighs more than the previous one as if it was not the steps, but his legs that were made of limestone.

When he gets to the top, knock on the door slowly, politely, as if to make amends for his latest prank, the that can keep him out of Hogwarts and end his whole life because without that school, back home, Sirius is just a Black. And be a Black is worth less than nothing. He hears Dumbledore's voice inviting you to enter and prepares for the worst. But he does not prepare well because when he sees her his stomach turns and the heart begins to pump bile.

- Hello, mother.

Walburga is ​​pure contained anger. The seven faces of the hydra are looking at him fixedly. She has the same dark hair as his son, the same symmetrical features, similar architecture, similar majesty. Everything about her resembles him. Everything makes him feel small and sick.

- Sit down, Sirius.