Abandoned - Young Sirius Black

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I step off the Hogwarts Express. I can't wait to see my family! I've bought them some really amazing things for Christmas! Yeah, I'm in my sixth year and it's Christmas time so I'm going to be spending some time with my family. I look around the platform for the familiar faces of my parents and brother. But I can't see them. Maybe they forgot where the station was? They couldn't have, they bring me here every year. Maybe Mum and Dad are working late so they won't be here on time. That must be it! I sit down next to one of the pillars and wait for my family. 

A few hours later and everyone is gone. Well, they have been for a while now actually. I'm still waiting for someone to come pick me up. You know what! I'm going to just catch a bus home. They must have thought I was staying at Hogwarts for Christmas. I walk out through the magical wall and onto Kings Cross station. I then move out of the station and head to the nearest bus stop. I check the time table for the one that gets closest to Grimmauld Place, the street I live on. Yeah, my parents are muggles, same with my brother. I wait for the right bus and get on, paying the driver a bit of muggle money that i have, just for emergencies. 

I take a seat and stare out the window at the passing buildings. Once I reach the stop I need to get off at, I walk the rest of the way home. It's only a fifteen minute walk and I could do with the fresh air anyway. I walk up the driveway to my house, 28 Grimmauld Place, and get out my keys. It's about 10 o'clock in the night by now so Mum and Dad would have locked the door. I open up the door and step inside. 

"Mum! Dad! Alex! I'm home!" I yell. No one answers. I walk into the lounge room. No one's there. That's a little strange. Dad always turns the TV on when he gets home from work. He normally plays it until midnight.
Dining room.
No one.
Bathroom.
Mum and Dad's room.
No one.
My room.
There's a note sitting on my bed.
I pick it up and read it.

Dear Y/N,
Your mother and I have realised that your magic is becoming stronger and stronger every year. Soon you will become of age and you will be able to perform magic outside of school, as we understand it. We don't know what they are teaching you at school, and you could potentially be becoming a threat to our lives and existence so we have decided to move houses. We have not sold this house, so you can still live here for as long as you want. Please, don't try to call your mother, brother or I. This decision has been very hard on all of us. We're terribly sorry honey, it's for our own safety. We left you a bit of money in your desk drawer. There's also a credit card for your bank account and the key to your magical bank account thing. Goodbye sweetheart.
Always,
your father.

I feel a tear slide down my face. This can't be happening! No! Alex is pranking me. He's got to be. I run into his room, only to find it with no one and another note.

Sorry sis. It's for the best.

What am I going to do! Why would they do this! I would never hurt them! If they really cared about me they wouldn't do this! I hate them! I was always there for them and they were always there for me! But it was a lie! All of it! They just go and stab me in the back! I sink to the floor in a heap and begin to cry. 

I cry for hours on end. I just lie there and cry, soaking the carpet with my tears. I cry until I can't cry anymore from a sore throat and head ache. I could have sworn that I didn't have anymore water in my body from the amount of tears that I had cried. 

I decide to take a walk. I think I need the fresh air. It calms me down. No one is going to see my tear streaked face. It's about 3 o'clock in the morning now. I walk down to the park that's just around the block and take a seat in one of the chairs on the outside of the path. I sit there, thinking over things. I sniff, some tears still falling down my face. How could I lose everything? How? Then I hear the crunching of gravel. I look up from my hands to see a boy with black hair and dark eyes. He looks really angry. I feel like I've seen him somewhere, but I couldn't have, could I? I'm hardly ever around. I can't see his full face though, it's a bit dark to see. The boy takes a seat beside me.

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