Harry Potter: Heart Of A Mystic Soul

Chapter Fifty-Six: A Sirius Confrontation

"Harry does seem to be adjusting very nicely," Sirius tells Jiwe as he sits across from the headmistress.

"Even with him not knowing about his mystic soul powers for so long, he appears to be taking to them like a fish to water," Jiwe smiles as she goes through Harry's class files.

"You would know something about that given your own powers," Sirius chuckled.

"When it comes to being mystic souls, a lot of us tend to make puns related to our powers," Jiwe giggled. "Though, I am sure that Mr.Gardna has gotten very sick of the whole 'flower power' joke at this point."

"Krinos is a good kid, but I would have gotten sick of that joke too if I were him," Sirius chuckled. "Though, I can fully admit that I take way too much joy in using my name as a pun. I don't think my parents ever planned on having a son who likes making 'Sirius-serious' jokes."

"It was bound to happen eventually," Jiwe said. "After all, no matter how a family has behaved for so long, there will always be the chance for a black sheep."

"Though, in my case, it's more of a white sheep," Sirius snickered. "I can count on one hand how many good people are in the Black family. And I am not afraid to cut off fingers."

"I am sorry for whatever you had to deal with while growing up with them," Jiwe eyes him with sympathy. "I can only imagine how difficult it was as both a mystic soul and someone with such a different personality than the 'typical' Black family member."

"As sad as it sounds, I grew used to how I was treated," Sirius sighed. "For a long time, I actually believed it was normal. Normal to be cursed on a daily basis for being myself. Normal to be locked in my room for days on end just so that I wouldn't have to be seen by my own parents. Normal to have to hold my baby brother as he cries and asks why our parents don't love us. I never could answer his question."

Jiwe gave Sirius a sad smile as she placed a hand on his.

"No one should have to deal with that," she tells him. "At least you have a good heart. Most who have gone through all that would surrender themselves to the darkness. But, you didn't."

"I could never be what my parents wanted me to be," Sirius says. "If I let myself get taken over by the bitterness and hatred, I would become exactly what they wanted me to be."

"I know the dark families of magical Britain are very serious about how they raise their kids," Jiwe said. "Is it as bad as I have heard?"

Sirius shook his head. "It's worse. Even those who are not physically abusive like my parents are still incredibly mentally and emotionally abusive. The ones who always place too much pressure on their kids to follow the path in life they set them up for rather than letting their kids be themselves. I lost count of the number of childhood friends I used to have who all ended up breaking under the weight their parents would put on them. By the time we got to Hogwarts, I could barely recognize the friends I once had."

He still remembered seeing the light no longer in their eyes. No more fire of rebellion or self-preservation. Not even the shine of their independent soul behind their eyes. They simply couldn't handle the constant pressure from their parents. Ursula Flint, Perseus Parkinson, Felix Rosier, Bertie Higgs, Corban Yaxley, Thaddeus Travers, and others. All of them eventually lost their strength and could no longer fight against their parents. If it were up to those like Dumbledore, they would have all either been killed or sent to Azkaban for life. No regard at all for everything they have gone through.

(AN: I took actual names from the series, but I have NO idea if they are around Sirius's age. So, just go with it.)

"No one ever thought to help them," Jiwe's voice was filled with concern.