Fire Starter ~(Completed)

Chapter 3

 The choice to avoid risk is the choice to avoid living, and to avoid living is one of the greatest risk of all ~ Craig.D Lounesbrough

Getting better? I was the Great Sirius Orion Black, eir to the Black dynasty, not some random madman in Snt Mungos! I didn't have mental health issues! And I wasn't ill! But as much as I protested this, McGonagall didn't want to hear me.

"Sirius, it's ok-"

"No it's not! Stop patronising me!" I burst out, and she looked at me sternly. "I think I prefered you when you were strict. I'm fine, seriously."

"You're not, you've been acting atpyical for weeks!"

"And is that any of your buisness? No!"

"Sirius Black, sit back down in your bed or I will be forced to remove you from my ward," Madame Pomferey chimed in, holding a small tub of white and green pills and walking over to a boy hidden me. I wasn't the only one in this hell hole. There was a whiny first year, who always seemed to be crying about something, and someone hiding behind a thick copy of Transfigurations Troubles in the corner. I hadn't seen his face yet, so he may have been a badger for all I knew. We were all in ouur separate beds, wearing a hideous green hospital gown that took away all my style and individuality.

"You think I want to stay?" I shouted, as a small boy accross the room from me whimpered and put his hands over his ears. Madame Pomferey went over to him, and McGonagall gave me an icy glare. "Look, it'll be better for everyone if I just go-"

"It'll be better for everyone if you stay and actally try and co-operate!" shouted McGonagall, just as loud as me. The young boy started full on crying, but this time my teacher ignored him, all her focus on me. She forced herself to calm down, pincing the bridge of her long, slim nose. "Look, I understand you're probably hating all this, I know what you're like. But you're not happy at the moment, are you?" I sat down, my mutilated back bare in the delightful hospital gown (luckily I had some boxers on underneath- this woman had seen enough of my bare flesh already). "Why did everything flare up this morning?"

"I...it's nothing" I said quickly. Merlin, I almost had a break through! That was scary. "I...I was angry, ok!" Come on mouth, don't do this. Don't involve other people in your business. The more they know, the more you have to lose. But I had started rambiling without realising, and I knew I was walking a dangerous path.

 "I burned myself last night because I got a letter from my dad. And he's a prick" I spat. "He bothered to write to say how disappointed in me he was, and he hoped I knew that. No news from home, just a quick reminder that they're choosing some pure-blood witch for me to marry and I'd better not diisappoint her as much as I disappointed them."My eyes glazed over, but I somehow kept babbiling. "Of course, I already did know that, how couldn't I? He's told me often enough. It was just the thoughht that I'd have to go back home to him every summer that made me mad. I burned his letter, then burned myself for good measure," I finished in one breath. The boy accross the ward lowered his book so that he could see me, a pair of thin eyebrows and dark pupils visable.

"That's not normal, Sirius" she said finally, and I looked at her with my most sarcastic eyes. "I mean, do any of your friends ever have things like that happen to them?"

"No, of course not." I laughed, even though my heart was empty. "James is always going on about his parents, but there again he talks about everything. And Peter gets along very well with his dad. Even Remus and the Muggles. They said they woud be proud of their little werewolf sun, who ever he ends up marrying. They said I could come over one day in the summer, but my parents decilined, then yelled at me for being friends with big, dirty Muggles and their freakish children. I wish I was their child instead. My family is actually disgusting, I can't wait to move away."