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"Don't tell me it's a sin to love him instead of her.
Seriously, I mean look at him!"
Basically your traditional Wizarding World Marauders Era love story between two couples with a few twists.
Twists include lycanthropy, bicuriousity tur...
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I glanced around my room bombarded with Gryffindor posters and Quidditch souvenirs. I loved it and was very much full of house pride but the real reason I put them up was to piss off my parents, to be fair though, that's what I live for. It was the summer before my fifth year at Hogwarts. My younger brother, Regulus, ever the people pleaser was downstairs with my maternal figure welcoming some guests, most probably the Malfoys. I couldn't bare to even look at Lucius' face without barfing my guts out. Regulus however, had met him when he started at Hogwarts and the two hit it off completely despite being in different years. But I being the person I am, still clung on to him, after all he was the closest thing to love I had known for twelve years before James, Remus and Peter became the family I never had. But even I, as much as I didn't want to, had to admit that it felt like he was slipping away. He was poisoning himself with the wrong crowd, corrupting his pure and needlessly innocent mind. I heard a click downstairs indicating the departure of our unpleasant visitors. And as if on cue...
"Sirius!" The voice of the owner of the vagina I popped out fifteen years ago echoed through the halls and corridors of our empty and sadistic mansion. She usually did this when I didn't do the expected, in this case, welcome the bitches into our bitchy house. Yeah right I was going to directly obey her orders and give up a few good beatings? Nah! But then she turns to her safest bet, my loyal, loyal brother. He trotted up the stairs and silently pushed my bedroom door open, as if not to agitate me.
"Brother, your presence has been requested." God, yes by all means, be proper and even more fucking monotone. My eyes rolled sky high at the statement. When did he change from decent to suck-up? When did I lose my little brother?
"Why thank you, errand boy. I shall go to whom I have been summoned by." I tried to be as formal and boring as he did but failed dramatically. I guess I'm just too fun and amazing. It's actually a curse.
I un-elegantly flopped off the bed and sauntered down the stairs to my birth person who was waiting at the end of the stairs while Regulus followed from a safe distance. The usual punishment was a day or two lasting starvation or a few slaps here and there, the occasional punch thrown. She was a stern woman who had a couple hundred poles up her arse yet still managed to hold a sophisticated air around her. She was usually found with her arms crossed or nose flaring. She was fat enough to be posh but fit enough to be able to take a couple Aurors. Her behaved hair is always pulled into a seamless bun and her face always powdered the colour of cream. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, her unpleasant self was positioned at the bottom taken aback by my new Gryffindor jumper.
"Why in the Black's name are you wearing that ghastly thing?!" Another thing, she thinks our surname is so important, it can be used to swear upon which I don't think is a compliment but whatever. Her voice was one of a shriek but somehow managed to scare the bejesus out of the entire city.
"House pride." Her face scrunched up in disgust and anger and with a flick of her wand, turned to turn my jumper silver and a grave green. As soon as it changed, I took it off and threw it into the fireplace nearby though never breaking eye contact with her. I was now left in a thin T-shirt but the severity of my resentment warming my soul. But then, the most unexpected thing happened, she smiled. It was forced, but she still smiled and somehow that scared me more than anything else. She slowly and cautiously led me to the green leather couch with emeralds decorating the edges.
"I have had it with you." Her voice was calm and that was what scared me, I don't think she has ever spoken below a volume of really fucking loud. "I have put up with you and your shenanigans. Firstly, your disgraceful House which I learned to accept as a mistake and not in your power." I wasn't breathing anymore, my breath was hitched at the base of my throat and her booming voice was the only distinguishable sound. "But then, I have to hear from Lucius that you are in romantic relations with a Ravenclaw Half-Blood! And even worse, in close acquaintances with two Half-Bloods! A blood traitor! and even the unimaginable, a MUDBLOOD!!" I was calmer now that she was screaming again and I could breathe, but the content hadn't hit me until now and I was scared. I am going to hex the shit out of Malfoy in school for telling on me. But soon my mind was focussed again on the woman in front of me. She drew her wand, probably to hex me or something, which has happened before. She pointed it at me before her voice rung like a thousand blades to the heart. "Crucio!"
The silence was filled with my screams of agony and yells in pain but I couldn't hear a thing. Excruciating pain dominated my seemingly electrocuted body that spread across the cold, black, granite floors. The torment escalated from the tip of my toes till each strand of my, still perfect and tamed hair. My voice would have been miles in radius, maybe until Hogwarts if it weren't for the Silencing Charms she had ever-so-smartly thought to place around the house.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Regulus at the bottom of the stairs, standing straight. He didn't want to show pity or pain but his attempts proved useless with the endless stream of tears running down his face. Yet, he made no move to help or aid which I am somewhat glad about, because that would mean he could get hurt as well.
After a while, the pain stopped but the sting remained. I couldn't move for the life of me. I just remained on the floor, twitching every once in a while. She towered over me, her shadow disilluminating my figure, and she did nothing but smirk and headed over to my brother, placing a hand on his tear-stained cheek before raising her wand again. His eyes widened as he stared at her wand. I twitched even more, ache sweeping over my figure, but I had to help him. I couldn't let a thirteen year old go through what I just had to. But she didn't scream, in fact it was practically a whisper but loud enough for me to hear with strained ears.
"Obliviate."
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PS. Sirius' collage. The dog is due to the fact that he it is him animagus. The beer is to describe how everyone thinks of him in a negative way but he isn't because you know beer isn't as alcoholic as everyone thinks. The motorcycle is to show how he tries too hard to be cool and punk rock. The tattoos as to imply how he looks dangerous on the outside but is soft and sweet on the inside. The glass symbolises how he feels like he's shattering at every second and how he just feels overall broken. It is also a call to his death *pulls pillow to face and wails* And I really like the idea of him smelling like mint but with blueberry shampoo or something.
