Mischief Not So Managed

Home Sweet Home

12 Grimmauld Place in Islington, London.

Also known as The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Unfortunately, also known as the home of young Sirius Orion Black.

Sirius was apparated to a street in front of a large brick building in London by Kreacher. He stood facing houses number 11 and 13. Soon the two dwellings started to shift and move away from each other to reveal another darker home. Number 12.

Kreacher under a disillusionment charm, spoke up in his gruff voice, "Master Sirius can go in."

Sirius let out a sigh and walked up to the battered door. He stared at the silver doorknocker for a while, trying his best to delay his entrance. He inhaled harshly and lifted the metal ring and let it fall against the door.

The door swung open to reveal a long, dark corridor. Closing the door behind him, Sirius quietly entered the house.

"Kreacher will take Master Sirius's trunks to his room. Mistress is waiting in the sitting room with Master," announced Kreacher and went away.

Sirius rubbed his hands on his trousers, straightened his shirt and hair, took some deep breaths, and made his way to the sitting room.

His father was reading the Daily Prophet and sipping on a cup of tea along with his mother who set her cup on the tea table as she noticed Sirius enter.

"Good afternoon Father. Good afternoon Mother," said Sirius, clearly.

His father nodded without looking up from the paper he was reading.

His mother spoke up, "Good afternoon, Sirius. Sit down there."

Sirius took a seat on the black sofa and shifted nervously.

"Sit decently Sirius. It's not proper to move about so much," said his father folding the newspaper and setting it aside.

Sirius gulped and nodded. "Sorry, Father."

"So... Your first year at Hogwarts. You wrote only one letter all year and did not even come home for Christmas. Why?" his father demanded.

"I-I spent it at a friend's house."

"Don't stammer. Now, who is that friend of yours? Not some filthy mudblood I hope," said his mother.

"The Potters."

"Walburga, they're part of the Sacred Twenty Eight as well I believe?"

"Yes, they are. Though I personally find them foolish. Befriending half-bloods and mudbloods," Mrs Black laughed lightly.

"Still a right sight better than those wretched blood-traitor Weasleys. Should be thrown out of the wizarding community altogether."

Sirius frowned as he looked down at his lap.

"You said you were sorted into Gryffindor," said Mrs Black with her nose scrunched up, turning her attention to Sirius.

He nodded in response.

"I must say I am disappointed... Sirius" grimaced Mr Black.

"We've all been sorted in Slytherin for as long as I can remember. He would've had better company in Slytherin. But just because you're in that stupid house doesn't mean you can't have Slytherin accomplices. How about the Malfoys' boy? Lucius?" asked Mrs Black.

"He's much older. Just finished his fifth year," answered Sirius quietly.

"I see... Well, go on now. Get ready for supper. Regulus is waiting for you upstairs," instructed Mr Black.