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"Mr Black, could we have a word?"
McGonagall's loud, but somewhat kind voice asked as Sirius and his friends were leaving the transfiguration classroom. The long haired boy turned his head to the direction of his professor. James gave him a pat on the back, signaling "good luck, buddy" as he happily fleed the room with Peter on his trail. Remus took a bit more time, to look deep and fondly into Sirius' eyes, in a way checking if he was all right. The shorter boy nodded, face quite earnest. Remus too laid his tall fingers softly on Sirius' shoulder, and then left the room without a word.
Everything was different.
Minerva, her voice was always loud and feisty as she demanded Sirius to stay. Also, she rarely called just Sirius' name, James was always there to accompany him. From that, all four of the boys knew this was about something way more serious than detention.
The heavy doors closed, and a silence fell on the clear and wide room. McGonagall signaled Sirius to sit down with a movement of her hand. The boy was seemingly confused, but he was also very aware of what this would be about. He took the chair and lazily sat on it. The professor had apparently expected, even secretly wished that he'd put his dirty shoes on the table like always in detention, but instead the boy just stared quietly at the ground. It worried Minerva, it worried her very much.
"Sirius..."
She started, startling the boy a bit. She never called students by their first names.
"I've come to believe that there is something wrong, and as the head of Gryffindor house, it's my duty to make sure my students are healthy and stable."
She tried to make eye contact, but Sirius kept his eyes on the stone floor.
"I'm fine."
He lied. Another heavy silence followed.
"The bruises, Mr Black, the ones you had when the school year started... is there something wrong at home?"
Now she sounded almost sad. Her voice was delicate and compassionate, one that Sirius had never heard before.
"I got them from falling down the stairs of my house. It was dark..."
He muttered, voice cold and strict. Minerva swallowed, she had neve been in a situation quite like this one before.
"I want you to know that the school staff is here to help you, we won't judge-"
"I'm fine!"
He roared, getting up from the chair and walking out of the room. The door slammed shut, leaving McGonagall alone with a worried, uneasy feeling. She heard the pain in the boy's voice because she had felt it too. A long time ago, though. She saw it in his eyes. And nobody should ever be left alone to deal  with such pain. But it's hard to get help for a person who won't accept it.
Sirius didn't knowingly turn down the offerings. It wasn't like he didn't want to get better. He just didn't want to involve others to his fucked up life, he didn't want to hurt anyone. Because usually getting involved in Black family's shit, it didn't end quite well for the one trying to help.
Sirius knew that if McGonagall knew about the abuse, she'd tell Dumbledore on the exact second. And Dumbledore would tell Leach, the Minister for Magic, who would try to do something about it, what obivously wouldn't work because Blacks were one of the most powerful wizardring families of Britan. And when Orion would find out, what would be very soon, he'd punish Sirius immediately. If the boy was protected by the ministry, he would get trough them in minutes, either by paying them, already owning them, or just simply killing them. And then, Sirius would suffer indescribably. Orion could aso make McGonagall easily lose her job, and he would smite Dumbledore with all of his power on so many different, both political and physical levels. And the worst part was, as Orion Black was like the leader of wizardring version of mafia, he would never go to Azkaban because of it. He would never get caught.