The Marauders: YEAR ONE

Sirius Black the Noble Heir

Sirius Black was not like most children his age. Most 10 year olds had fun, did fun things, but not him. He would be forced to sit in the Black household library, and read for hours on end about how Purebloods were superior and how to rid of muggles and halfbloods. To Sirius, these theories of nonsense were stupid and utterly ridiculous, but he had no choice but to read them. Forced to then write essays on how he, as the heir to the Noble House of Black had a heritage to continue. He would probably be betrothed to one of his cousins and forced to have a child to continue the line on. The whole family was full of incest, marrying cousin after cousin, but he knew what his purpose was, and he didn't want to do that. Sirius always felt almost outcasted from his family. He agreed with nothing they said about blood purity, and was most definitely uninterested in this talk of a Dark Lord. Of course he'd think all this because he'd only be 10, but he was certain it would always stick with him.

It was tradition in the Black family to tie their children up quickly, putting on offers to wed their children up as quickly as possible. They Black family was seated at the long, wooden table, which could seat up to 12, but only four of them sat. Sirius himself, his brother, Regulus, who was an identical version of his older brother, his mother, Walburga, who had a stone cold face at all times and was the most unpleasant woman to look at, and his father, Orion, sat at the crown of the table. His father was an important man in the Ministry, and Sirius did not know what his father did, only he held great power. Laid in front of Sirius was an arrangement of different spoons and forks, each used for a different meal. He didn't seem to care about the right use of cutlery, which annoyed his parents.

"Sirius Orion Black, we do not use that fork while eating this meal! I thought I had raised you on better mannerisms? Maybe you need to be sat down again like a baby and taught right from wrong!" She spat, almost revolted at the idea of using the wrong fork. Sirius rolled his eyes a played with his food, no longer wanting to be apart of this 'marriage' conversation. He wanted to have fun. To do proper things like kick a ball, or use those weird toys that muggles have. Sirius liked muggles. He thought that they were unusual and weird, with all their crazy new inventions. And although Sirius would never tell a soul, otherwise he'd be blasted off the taperstry and disowned, he admired and looked up to muggles. They didn't seem to have any boiling prejudice against blood purity. Did they even have blood purity? He just wanted to be like them, just for one day. No more reading from boring old books, actually being able to do something exciting. The only exciting Sirius gets to do is to ride his broom, which never happens anymore, since his parents were preparing him to be their new Slytherin heir.

It was late at night when Sirius had climbed up to the attic to look out of the window. It was a risk, but it was a risk worth taking. No Regulus nagging him to play chess, no Kreacher chasing him around the house, scolding him. He had decided that he wouldn't be caught and punished for looking out of his window, if he went up in the attic. He just wanted to look at the muggles. Just once. Just to see how they lived. All his life he had been sheltered off from the other world, being told it was bad and plagued with unworthy people, and that Sirius and his brother were better locked away in a house that was hidden from a muggles' eye.

Sirius pulled down his pyjama sleeve, and wiped off the dirt and dust that laid on the windowsill, before plonking down his elbows and staring out of the window. His eyes widened in excitement. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Of course he had sneak peeks of the muggle world, but his mother would always catch him and punish him accordingly. Sirius sighed as he awed at the world below him. These muggles don't even know I exist. They probably don't know the magic world exists! Sirius thought loudly.
Everything was so new to him. These things on wheels which Sirius didn't know the name of, drove past, and he was perplexed how it could fit 4 people in without somehow using magic. A young couple walked past, holding hands and laughing, dancing in the moonlight. Sirius wanted that. He wanted that with someone he would love, not some girl that his parents would pay for him to marry. He could imagine it right now. Brown hair, hazel eyes, freckles. Even though he was a child, it was something he dreamed of looking at these muggles. Living freely to do whatever they want, love whoever, not be controlled by controlling freak parents.

"Sirius?" Orion's voiced bellowed, sending a shake through the house. Sirius snapped his neck around.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

If he was caught up here, peering out of the window and practically stargazing at the muggles, then he'd be punished, and that's the last thing that he wanted. He didn't even know what his father would want him for at this hour, unless he was checking in on him, but that didn't make any sense either. He panicked. There was only so much he could do and fake in a matter of minutes. Quickly, his mind making up for him, he peeped down the whole where the ladders were and saw that his father wasn't there, so he quietly slide down them, like he saw a muggle fireman do once. He checked his surroundings to see that his father was not on the corridor. He sighed with relief, and slumped against the wall.

"Sirius!" His father repeated, only louder this time. He, by now this time, realised that his father was calling him down from his office. He was thankfully that he hadn't sent Kreacher up, who would've only snitched on Sirius that he wasn't in bed. Sirius hated the ugly thing, and had no sympathy for it, always getting him in trouble that elf was. Regulus was always weirdly close with it, and once almost considered setting Kreacher go by giving him one of his T-shirts, but his mother had saw and slapped it right out of Regulus' hands. He was locked up in the basement for two days, and ever since then Regulus was always best behaved. Sirius had been in that basement more times than he could count. It would always be for petty things as well, but Sirius couldn't be bothered to think about these anymore.

He made his way quietly down to his fathers office, trying his best not to step on the creaky steps and wake his mother, who would start throwing a fit and lock him up in the basement. Slowly, he turned the golden polished handle, and opened the door.

The office was a massive room. The back of the room had three windows, that went from floor to roof, and black curtains with gold rims hung over the windows. Each side of the wall was shelves full of books and potions, and the family portrait they had painted last month. Sirius hated it. It looked so ugly, all of them standing there in their most expansive clothes, his mother scowling and his father had that expression that he could change his mood from okay to furious any minute. In the middle of the room sat a big black oak desk, and behind it was a black leather chair, which also had golden rims, matched to fit the drapes. On the opposite side of the desk, sat two smaller chairs, the same as the big leather one that Orion sat in. Sat on the desk was a fancy glass jar of Scotch, and a small glass accompanied by the bottle.

"Come," Orion said, using his hands to open the door. Sirius stepped into the office. He hated this office more than anything. It was his worst nightmare. It was a terrifying atmosphere to be in, and he'd rather be lying dead, than stood in the exact room.

"Sit." His father demanded, gesturing towards one of the two chairs. Sirius did as he was told, not wanting to cause any commotion. He wondered what this was about, and he racked his brain to try think, but nothing came to him.

"Now, I want no arguing about this. I know you might be too young to understand, but, your mother and I have found the perfect bride," but he was cut off by Sirius.

"NO!" He shouted, slamming his hands down on the table. He was furious. He didn't want to be told what he could and couldn't do, and who he had to marry. He didn't want that, he was only a child. He want to play, and have fun with his brother, not sit and worry about the fucking future which is parents had planned for him.

"Sirius Orion Black I will not take this slander! You do as you're told or you're no son of mine!" Orion yelled, and pulled out his wand and struck Sirius, teaching him a lesson on how to do as he is told.
-
-
A/N- omg not me already hinting at shit in the future ;)), uhh bye I guess idk. Hope u like it so farrrrrrrrrrrr :))