I was raised to be a Black.
I was raised to be uncaring and cynical.
I was raised to look down on those who are inferior and un-important.
I was taught that emotions are weakness and love is foolish for there is only power and those too weak to seek it.
I was raised to be Royalty—and let me tell you how that worked out.
My whole family was in Slytherin. Those slimy dark arts obsessed nutters, yeah one of those. I am the first Black to be placed in the enemy house, Gryffindor. The Black house was in a whole riot for months. It's not like I asked to be in Gryffindor, I'm just not cut out for Slytherin, so the sorting hat put me in the good ole lion house. That's where I befriended James Potter, the sole heir to the Potter fortune, who has thick glasses and more hair than he'll ever be able to manage and Peter Pettigrew, a short little lump of a boy with blonde hair and watery blue eyes. These are my best mates and I'd die for any of them. Being in Gryffindor only encouraged my rebellious behavior and having mates like James Potter and Peter Pettigrew only fueled my mischievous streak.
"SIRIUS ORION BLACK" bellowed his mother, Walburga Black, "YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BLOOD TRAITOR OF A SON, GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT AND DON'T THINK I WONT SEND KREACHER UP THERE AFTER YOU EITHER"
Sirius attempted not to smirk when he finally got down stairs, the whole Black dining room was filled with red and gold colors of Gryffindor. There were splatters of gold paint on the portraits, heaps of red on the wall, lion emblems decorating every surface, and to top it off, his mother stood in the center of it all with red and gold glitter all over her finest robe, turning as red as the crimson paint on the walls. That caused a snort to escape Sirius's throat. The sound alerted Walburga of her son's presence. Her son...this disgrace of a Black. This waste of pure blood. He was getting out of hand and no matter how many times she yelled herself hoarse, no matter how many times she ordered Kreacher to punish Sirius, he was always disobedient. Perhaps his loyalty has wandered. And that's when it clicked, she knew exactly what she was going to make Sirius do.
Sirius has now been standing in this mess of Gryffindor with his mother for a good 5 minutes, he'd expected his mother to blow up the instant he got downstairs. Instead, he found her staring him down. She's thinking. Oh no, Sirius thought patheticly, this can not be good. As if on cue, his mother's voice cut into his mental reverie.
"Sirius, follow me"
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I Remember
RomanceAll of them were drunk, as were I. I've been drunk for years now. I make them forget though, no one has to know. They mean nothing to me anyway. We were talking. He was laughing. He was beautiful. Then we were drunk. I woke before him and was a mes...
