Emerald green ~ Sirius Black

[007] 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺?

Family line (Conan Gray)-

It's hard to put it into words

How the holidays will always hurt

I watch the fathers with their little girls

And wonder what I did to deserve this

【＝＝＝】

September 4th 1971

Although my parents enjoyed their punishments and I frequently get caught up in the blunt end of a raging fit from my father I surprisingly enjoyed being Pureblood.

It wasn't that I cared about status or purity or any of that crap, but being Pureblood gave me a ticket into the most prestigious family in all of magic history.

Well... I say family loosely because that's what the sacred 28 is to me. After all, I grew up seeing Walburga Black more than my own mother and the other adults were like Aunts and Uncles, and the kids were like my cousins. Aside from the fact one day I'd be marrying one of them of course. But even then some actually were my cousins and they were seen as perfectly fine candidates.

The sacred 28 was tough to get into, and even tougher to endure but along with the beatings and the berating came the connections and friendships that can withstand the harshest of things.

After you've comforted a friend who has just been hit by a parent or yelled at for the first time you tend to be a lot closer, so it was only natural that I stuck with the other kids like glue. It was like we had a clubhouse, where we all shared one big secret. Except our secret came with scars and a natural ability to heal bruises with the wave of a wand.

I guess that's why it's so difficult to sit at the Gryffindor table, looking wistfully at Pandora and Narcissa who are exchanging smiles as they watch Theodorre chugging a glass of orange juice.

I'd been at Hogwarts for 3 days already and I felt more distant from my friends than ever, and the worst part? I knew that distance was only going to grow.

I hadn't told anyone about my awaiting departure, not that they hadn't noticed my mood. Every lesson I was waiting, glancing nervously at the door, flinching when the teacher said my name, scared that they would tell me I was going to be sent away.

I didn't want to be pulled from class, taken to Dumbledore's office, and told to say goodbye to a group of confused Gryffindors who would all be asking the same question. 'Why didn't you tell us?'

But what could I do? Sirius was already freaking out enough with his parents being mad and Lily was struggling with learning magic. Even after a few days I already knew Marlene well enough to know she couldn't keep a secret.

I had tried to tell Pandora when I saw her in the hallway but Evan insisted on hearing as well and he was just as bad as Marlene.

When I felt a sharp kick in my shin I looked up from my Hashbrown, finding James's goofy grin on me, "You excited for Quidditch?"

After realising the two of us were the most talented on the pitch we decided to partner up in all future lessons. Of course, I knew that would only be a few lessons but he didn't and I felt no reason to tell him he'd have to practice with Sirius after I left (He was hopeless on a broom).

Nodding at the boy I tried to shake off my melancholy feeling as I gave my most convincing smile, "riveted," I told him, trying to match his playful grin, "although the weather is quite bleak."

"Well, I doubt we'll be flying anyway."

As if on cue the fake sky on the roof of the great hall turned gray and rain began to fall outside. luckily for us, the fake sky couldn't create rain so we remained dry, however, any hope of actually doing Quidditch was instantly evaporated.