Our Blackened Hearts

The Invitation

Sirius Black sat before the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, as he pondered what to do now. As an escaped convict whom the wizarding society saw as an insane killer, a slight smirk played upon his lips as he thought of that 'Perhaps I am a little insane', there weren't many options left for him within the world of magical Britain. Of course, he could always "Flee" the country and travel the world as he had always dreamed of doing in his youth, yet never got the chance to due to the war. Only one problem remained within this plan and that was getting his godson Harry Potter to accompany him, yet the poor boy wouldn't be able to as long as the great Albus Dumbledore stood as the boy's "Hero." See there are many things wrong with Dumbledore that not many people would notice and those that did never mentioned it for fear of making a powerful enemy. Though of course there was one man who understood the many faults of Dumbledore and had suffered the Headmaster's manipulations and lost all sense of humanity as a result. That man was none other than the Dark Lord Voldemort, the very man who took the lives of Sirius' best friends and almost killed his godson if not for the sacrifice of his mother. The man who had cast a dark shadow upon the country for far too many years even after his supposed death.

Sirus had spent years fighting against the Dark Lord and his followers, some who even happened to be his family, all on the whims of Dumbledore. With every death in both factions, the innocents caught between were left with two choices, choose a side or die. All the blood-soaked battlefields, children left orphaned or abandoned, parents left to live while their children were murdered. All horrifying and unspeakable acts were committed under the cover of Dumbledore's most favorite saying "It is all done for the Greater Good!" Thus those who sided with him were blinded by his promise of a better tomorrow and peaceful coexistence with the mundane world. Despite the many instances through history that proved coexistence between those blessed with the power of the universe and those that were not was simply impossible. Perhaps the only reason Sirius chose the join the Headmaster was to spite his family, though he stayed for the many friends who truly believed in the old man's vision of the future. Unlike him who called griffin-shit every time the headmaster spoke, but now he was truly contemplating killing the man with his bare hands. After all, Bella had to learn her knife skills from somewhere right?

The Old Goat decided it would be a good idea to convert Sirius' Family home into the main headquarters of the recently reformed Order of the Phoenix, Inviting all members to congregate in his formerly peaceful adobe. Now every corner he turned he was met with a member of Dumbledore's Order, the most annoying of the lot happened to be no other than the gingered hag, Molly Weasley. Who took it upon herself to start cleaning up this filthy house as she called it, though filthy meant everything that the Order considered dark. That happened to be a lot of Black Family artifacts and grimoires, and this cleaning she spoke of was disposing of these said items without even asking the Head of the house his permission. Of course, Sirius couldn't openly complain at the loss of them least his farce as the rebellious light child born into a dark family was truly discovered. So he ordered his house elf Kreacher to recover anything of real importance and power, and have them stored up on the family floors as he was the only one who had excess to them.

The second irritation that he faced came in the form of Hermione Granger, the mud-blood witch who prided herself upon her wisdom and wit. It is not as though Sirius harbored any hatred towards those born of mundane blood one of his best friends happened to be one. Despite modern assumptions, the word Mud-blood wasn't truly an insult. It was created by a Mud-blood witch who wished for a place within the magical world so unlike her own. You see those born of both parents possessing witchblood were known as Pure-bloods, whose heritage influenced the magics they wielded. Then those born of one parent possessing witchblood and the other either creature or mundane, thus known as Halfbloods whose magics were determined by the power of their heritage or creature-blood flowing through them. Finally, you have those born of the mundane world, with no witchblood found in their parents, yet they themselves possessed it. The reason why was unknown and they had the potential to be powerful spellcasters or simple kitchen witches. They were born of the mundane yet possessed the blood of witches, thus they were Mud-blood.