No Control // Wolfstar

Twenty Six

"Mum," James grunts, wiping the lipstick off of his cheek embarrassingly. "And Sirius, don't forget you can come stay at my place whenever."

"Yes Sirius, please do," Euphemia Potter reiterates with a pleasant smile. "We love to have Jamie's friends over."

Sirius nods his head, with a snicker at the nickname. "Have a good holiday, Jamie."

James rolls his eyes, grabbing his luggage and owl as he follows his mum.

Sirius weaves through the jumble of students and parents alike until he spots his younger counterpart speaking amongst a group of his friends. Sneaking up behind, Sirius clutches Regulus' collar and yanks him away.

"You git!" Regulus grumbles, freeing himself from Sirius' grip. He straightens out his sports coat with a huff.

"Time to go, brother."

"Whatever."

Sirius spins around to see Lisa Ward close behind. He bumps into her, receiving a sneer in return. "Bitch," he mutters under his breath.

"I'll second that," Regulus says, wiping his shoulder where Lisa had brushed past him. "Look!"

Orion and Walburga Black stand apart from everybody else dressed in all black. Both stand tall with a malicious sneer as they survey families passing by. It's as if they stand on a podium high above looking down on everyone. Walburga's jet black hair is pulled at a bun on the top of her head with curls falling to frame her face; her beady eyes are a dark shade of blue, darting back and forth in disgust. Orion dons luxurious tailored robes of the finest materials money can buy. His hair is perfectly combed back - not a hair out of place - and his stoney grey eyes match that of his wife's.

"Hello mum," Regulus greets approaching them. "Father."

Walburga's lips curl into somewhat of a smile at the sight of her youngest son. She hugs him briefly before Orion pat's him on the back. When Sirius steps forward, she raises her hand and strikes him across the face. Her gold rings scrape against his cheek, drawing blood.

Sirius cradles his stinging cheek with his hand, "Blimey Mother!" he exclaims.

"That was for fraternizing with the Potter's," Walburga scolds.

Regulus remains tight-lipped, gripping Orion's forearm. Walburga digs her nails deep into Sirius' wrist and at once, the four disappear from the platform.

12 Grimmauld Place. Home to the ancient and noble House of Black. Every piece of furniture serves to be admired rather than used. The artwork is ancient - most of which praise historic pureblood wizards and witches. Many pictured ancestors of the Black family. Dark wood covers every square inch of the floor leading up the elegant staircase that spirals like the body of a serpent. The Black family crest rests upon anything it can - gold, silver, and carvings. It was beautiful with darkness lurking around every corner.

Immediately upon arrival Sirius takes up the stairs to the fourth floor. Two doors are shut and Sirius assumed they had been since August 31st. He pushes open his door, tossing his luggage off to the side. It was a typical muggle boy's room - and that was just the way Sirius liked it. Gryffindor banners lined the walls along with pictures of muggle motorcycles and his own sketches taped to the walls. The room itself wasn't very large, but just as elegantly built like the rest of the house. A large bed with an intricately carved wooden headboard rests in the middle of the room with deep velvet hangings.

A creak in the floorboards causes Sirius to jump. "Bloody hell Kreacher," he yells. "What the hell do you want?"

"Master wants you in the drawing room," he replies. His ginormous eyes glimmer with excitement.