𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 [𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍]

Chapter One: Owl Post

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It was a tragedy that Sirius Black had the misfortune to be born to a wealthy but almost loveless family.

His mother, Walburga Black, who was as frightening as she was beautiful, was a blood-status obsessed woman who ruled the house with an iron fist and a ruthless way of dealing out punishments. She was a woman who expected to be obeyed by everyone, including by her (I'm sorry to say) spineless husband.

Therefore it wouldn't be hard to believe she wasn't exactly over the moon when her firstborn turned out to be the one person who wasn't going to succumb to her regime.

Sirius was rebellious from the start, refusing to eat from her hand but from his father's, refusing to wear the clothes his mother picked out for him and generally throwing big tantrums at anything she suggested.

He favored his father over her because even at a young age, Sirius understood that him and his father were kind of in the same boat though they faced Walburga quite differently. Orion Black just tried to stay on his wife's good side and well out of her way while Sirius did everything he could to drive her insane, which he was extremely gifted at, mind.

Life at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, London was very boring, to say the least. The mansion was quite ancient, dating back to the Middle Ages allegedly but was in extremely good condition thanks to the many house elf's who start slaving for the family when they're able to walk, the most recent one being Kreacher. There were many rooms and secret passages to explore, cupboards and drawers full of dangerous things (including bagpipes that will bite your lips off) and really sharp toys. But the décor is rather off putting, too many snakes everywhere you looked.

Sirius's years before Hogwarts were regrettably uneventful too; unless you consider him calling his mother things he shouldn't, Walburga trying to kill him and Orion daring to step in every once in a while before Walburga silenced him with a look, eventful.

Sirius Black's real adventure began after a big and handsome screech owl landed in his brother Regulus' breakfast and scared Kreacher only half to death (unfortunately).

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"Hurry up, Orion." Walburga called as she fretted over Sirius's robes, her long fingers brushing over nonexistent dirt on his shoulder.

"Coming, dear." Orion called, running down the carpeted stairs.

"Do you have everything with you? Money? The letter?" Walburga asked her husband, who was notorious for his forgetfulness. "Good." she added when he nodded. "Don't get distracted. Finish shopping and I want you straight back home for lunch. We're going to celebrate a little. Kreacher is making stake and kidney pie."

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place vanished the moment Sirius and his father stepped off the property line thanks to a handy little spell that kept away Muggles. (Especially insurance sells Muggles and fortunately so because Walburga Black would have cursed them off to oblivion if they came calling one too many times.)

"All right, Tom?" Orion called to the wizened landlord as him and Sirius passed through the unusually empty bar of The Leaky Cauldron. "Just passing through today. The wife wants us home for lunch."

Tom looked a little disappointed at that and went back to wiping goblets after giving Orion a polite nod.

Once in the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron, Orion produced his wand from his robes' sleeve. He tapped on the third brick from the left after counting from the trash can, and the archway opened to reveal the twisting cobbled stone streets of Diagon Alley.