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Lost Legacy, 30

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Year 2: Chapter 30
The White Sheep

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“Good morning, Regulus,” Mrs. Black greeted the youngest of her sons, completely ignoring her oldest. Sirius was more than use to this, however, and took his normal seat beside Regulus at the table. The three sat and ate their breakfast silently, Sirius looking longingly over at Regulus’s full plate of food and then down at his own.

He picked up a slice of slightly burnt toast and nibbled on it.

“Mother, you’ll never believe what I saw the other day,” Regulus started with a smug smirk. Sirius glared daggers at him and kicked him unnoticed from under the table. “I saw Sirius talking with that mudblood again.”

“Regulus, you’re finished eating. Could you leave the room for a moment while I speak with Sirius?” Mrs. Black asked, maintaining her calm composure.

Standing up from the table and pushing his chair in, he left with a very satisfied grin. Mrs. Black waited for him to walk down the hallway and up the stairs before rounding on Sirius. “Your father and I specifically told you aren’t to associate with that boy!” Mrs. Black stood up, wildly waving her finger at him. “Why won’t you listen, boy?”

“What’s wrong with him?” Sirius worked up the nerve to speak, and then held his breath.

“Muggleborn mudbloods are the lowest form of wizards possible! Muggle children that happen to have magical powers-”

“But they can’t help it if their parents are muggles or not-” Sirius was cut off when she slapped him across the face, drawing blood where the nails cut in.

“Why don’t you understand!” she walked the length of the table and shook him violently by the shoulders. “I swear you were switched with the real Sirius Black at birth!” She threw him away from her in disgust. “Go to your room! Now!” She yelled. “I’ll be speaking with your father when he gets home! Now!” She repeated when she saw him just standing there in shock, staring at her. He quickly turned on his heels and started down the hallway, nursing his cheek.

“Ungrateful little twerp. My mistress houses him, feeds him, gives him the clothes on his back and this is how he treats her. My poor mistress,” Kreacher, the Black’s house-elf, muttered as he walked past Sirius.

“That’s a lie,” Sirius spat, turning around to the elf.

“And there he goes again, spoiled brat-”

Sirius grabbed a vase and threw it at him. He then opened his bedroom door and slammed himself beside it. He heard it click locked: Kreacher had been sent up to lock him in his room. He hit his fist against the door and then leaned against it and slid to the floor, his legs pulled up against his chest. He rested his head on his knees and covered it with his arms, breathing very heavy.

After a few minutes, he looked up when he heard clawing on his window. He walked to it and saw gray barn owl trying to fight its way in. He opened the window and the small bird flew down onto his bed.

He lifted his mattress and pulled out a small money bag. Giving the owl a sickle, he took the letter.

Mr. S. Black
Bedroom Chambers
Number 12, Grimmauld Place
London, England

He looked around nervously before tearing it open.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Black,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts. He had been told about it many times and with this letter, he’d finally be allowed to go. He’d finally leave his family and the House of Black.

He found another paper behind it, with the complete list of all of the supplies he would be needing that year. He looked back at the door, which was still locked, and couldn’t be opened on the inside.

In a split second he made up his mind. He stuffed his small bag of money into the pockets of his jeans, scribbled a reply letter to Hogwarts and tied it onto the owl’s leg, opened his bedroom window all of the way, and climbed out onto the great oak tree in front of their house.

He climbed down to the lowest branch and then leapt down onto the ground. He looked around nervously, straightened up, and made his way for downtown London.

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“Wake up, boy, we need to open our shop,” he heard an elderly woman’s voice above him. He shut his eyes tighter when a lantern was moved closer to his face.

“Come on, boy,” another woman said.

“Hmm,” Sirius slowly blinked his eyes open and found himself lain out on a step in front of a store door in Diagon Alley. “Oh, sorry.” He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck.

“No problem, dearie,” the first woman opened the door with her key. “I hope you find a better place to stay for tonight.” The two stepped inside and closed the door behind them.

Sirius stood up and yawned. He headed for Mr. Ollivander’s Wand Shop and collected his books. On the way to buy robes, he stopped and saw a small ice cream shop. He felt like having a small ice cream, so he walked to it. A blonde cashier was behind it, glaring back at him.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“I’d like a small raspberry ice cream, thanks,” he replied. The cashier rolled his eyes and took a scoop of ice cream and smushed it into a cone.

“Five sickles.” Sirius pulled open his money sac and dropped the money into his palm.

“One, two…three…” he could only find three sickles.

The cashier sneered and tucked the ice cream away. “You need five. No ice cream.”

“So I’m a few sickles short, big deal!” Sirius yelled, throwing out his arms in protest.

“I’m sorry, but that will be five sickles, take it or leave it,” the cashier snapped.

“Damn ice cream git,” he muttered and turned around to walk away.

“Wait! How many sickles do you need?” a boy his age with messy black hair and thick glasses asked him, reaching into his pockets. Sirius was slightly taken aback by his offer, but chose not to voice it.

“Two,” he answered roughly. The boy smiled and pulled out the two sickles he needed and handed them to him. “Gee, thanks.”

“Hey, no problem,” he said, as Sirius gave his five sickles to the cashier who grumpily handed him his ice cream.

“You wanna sit with me?” the boy asked politely, pointing to a table.

“Sure, whatever,” Sirius shrugged. The two boys sat down at the table and began eating their ice cream.

“So, what’s your name?” Sirius asked first.

“James Potter,” he said, hospitably outstretching his hand for Sirius. Sirius stared at it oddly, which was noticed by the boy. “And yours?”

“Sirius,” he answered.

“Ha, um...you got a last name?” Potter asked.

“...Black,” he made a point to say with clear disgust in his voice.

“Black? You’re not-” he pulled his arm back.

“Look, I’m not like the rest of them gits I wish I didn’t have to call my family, OKAY?” Sirius exclaimed, glaring at Potter. Which he knew he probably shouldn’t do, but he was annoyed at the fact that he had been compared to his family. He looked down at his hand; his ice cream was melting and dripping onto his fingers.

“Sorry. It’s just that…I’ve heard some bad stuff about some of your family, that’s all,” he said apologetically, watching as Sirius wiped the ice cream off of his hand with his napkin.

“Big surprise, that’s what everyone thinks,” he snapped, but then sighed. “No, I’m sorry. It’s just that, since I’m a Black, everyone thinks I’m like the rest of them, and I’m not,”

He nodded quietly. “So why are you here?”

“I’m going to Hogwarts. You?” He nodded his head.

“So is this your first time in Diagon Alley?“ Sirius asked him. Potter shook his head.

“Nah, Dad’s taken me here loads of times,” he answered, turning his head over to a shop called ‘Quality Quidditch Supplies’.

“You like Quidditch?” Sirius observed him staring at the sign and the broomsticks in the window.

“Oh yeah, I’m a huge fan. You?”

“No better sport than Quidditch,” Sirius laughed.

“Well, James, looks like you’ve met yourself a new friend,” a man said quite, unsuspectingly. They both jumped and looked up at him.

“Yeah, this is Sirius Black, Dad,” he said with a grin that instantly vanished. So too did his father’s.

“Well, we had better be off, James; we still have much to get. It was, um, nice meeting you Sirius.” His father put on an obviously fake grin and pulled him away into ‘Quality Quidditch Supplies.’

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Sirius walked back up to his house later that night with all of his supplies and was about to bring them up through the window into his room when-

-the window was shut. He had left it open when he left.

He gulped and went to his front door nervously. He prayed Regulus would answer the door.

His prayers were answered. “What are you doing here!” he questioned almost immediately.

“You’re not my mother, you know,” Sirius pushed his way past his younger brother and up the stairs. He walked into his open bedroom door and stashed his school supplies away into his closet. He closed his bedroom door and turned around, face to face with his angry father.

“You are in such trouble, boy!” Mr. Black’s booming voice yelled, grabbing his son by his collar.

“But I-I-” Sirius started nervously. He was having trouble breathing; he was almost lifted off of the floor.

“No buts, boy! You must have snuck out to visit your rotten little mudblood friends! Well, this will be the last time you ever sneak out again; this will be the bloody last time!” He punched his in the head and all light began to dim. Sirius shook his head to get rid of the spots floating around, but they soon disappeared on their own. The lights in the room grew dimmer and dimmer, however. He could hardly make out his father as he was thrown away into his bookshelf, where the few but heavy books came falling down on top of him.

He lay out on the floor, wishing he was invisible. Mr. Black walked over and kicked him in the side. The room grew darker. As his father laughed at him, the world went black and he remembered no more.

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A/N- This chapter was extremely fun to write! I hope everyone likes it! I only wish I had someone to dedicate it to…to all Sirius Black fans!
I was a teensy tiny bit lazy here as well…but it is almost two thousand words…grr, not happy! Ha!

Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews! I haven’t said that in a while and I believe it has been long overdue!
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