The boy charged at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. He would normally have casually leant on it, due to the fact that King's Cross Station was full of Muggles, but he was fuming. His parents had been agruing with him again. They always seemed to find something to moan at him about, but this was the last straw. He had rounded on them and began to bellow at the top his voice. When he had finished, he had looked at his parents. Their faces were rigid with anger, he knew he had gone to far, but he didn't care. After a few moments glaring at them the boy turned and sprinted headlong into the barrier.
He was now facing a magnificent scarlet steam engine. The plaque on the front read 'The Hogwarts Express'. He quickly glanced over his shoulder to see if his parents had followed, but they hadn't. He smiled to himself. Then he made his way towards the end of the train, pushing his long, dark curly hair out of his handsome face.
This boys name was Sirius Black, and this is his story. His love story!
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The Heart of Black - A Harry Potter Story
FanfictionEverybody knows Black's story. He was put in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit, he was the first wizard to escape Azkaban, he went after Peter Pettigrew to try and reveal the truth, he was Harry Potter's godfather. But nobody knows his love story...
