Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the places or characters, all by the wonderful and very talented J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One
By: PissedBeyondRecognition13
Sirius Black stared at the ceiling of his bedroom in the Black Manor, as he listened to his mothers' and fathers' distant barks, about only god knows what. He sighed of boredom, as he lay, thinking about Hogwarts, Lily, James, and Remus all talking merrily without him, during his last detention of the term
"Why do they have to fight? It's Christmas Eve for Merlin's sake." He muttered to himself. "Kreacher!" He shouted.
Seconds later Kreacher, the house-elf, apparated into the room, looking very annoyed.
"What is master wanting, sir?" Kreacher grumbled.
"Umm…can you get me my broom and jacket?" Sirius asked not looking away from the ceiling. "I want to go for a ride."
"Master, can not! Master will be seen by Muggles again! Master will get into trouble again! And then Master's mum will punish Kreacher!" Kreacher argued. "Kreacher will not let Master get into trouble again!" He sat up and stared at Kreacher. Kreacher stared back, motionless, but very angry.
"Kreacher…" Sirius said now very annoyed with the elf. "Get me my broom and jacket! No one will see me because, I will be careful to not get caught!"
"Kreacher, will not!" He announced and stormed out of the room.
"Bloody house-elf." Sirius muttered to himself. Getting up he walked over to his dresser and stared at his dark reflection. His short raven hair was hard to see because of the dimness in the room, and his eyes show defiant tiredness, because of the visible bags under them. Running his fingers through his short, spiked, raven hair, he bended down and pulled open his second dresser drawer, containing jumpers and other warm winter shirts.
"Guess I'll just floo over then. I just have to dress into something warmer first." Sirius said as he pulled out a long sleeved, skin-tight shirt, which showed off his muscles, thank god for Quidditch, was on every girl's mind at Hogwarts. Next he pulled out his red, Gryffindor jumper. It was made of cotton and very warm. On the left side of the front of his jumper it said:
Sirius Orion Black
Gryffindor Quidditch Team
Keeper
Sirius was very fond of this sweater. One, because his mother hated. Two, it attracted the ladies, and three, because it showed his house pride. On the Back of his jumper it read:
Black
#15
In gold letters. He then shut his second drawer and pulled open his third drawer, for a pair of his favorite black cargo pants that contained many leg pockets, which he always loved, for holding Zonko products. Today was not a day for Zonko Products though. He just couldn't stay in this house, not with his parent's fighting, like dogs after a piece of meat. I have to get out of here. He thought to himself. More distant barks were heard from the slightly opened door. This is just to much for me. He thought over and over. I have to get out of here. Quickly changing into his warm clothes, Sirius noticed how cold it was and shut the opened window. He slid on his boots, that were behind the door, laced them up quickly, grabbed his wand, and headed quietly down the stairs.
The journey down the nine flights of stairs without being heard was a very difficult task because of all the steps that squeaked. He finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, thankfully only making a squeak or two, but nothing that alerted anyone. Now he had to get to the fire place without being seen. Looking around to see if the coast was clear, he made his was down the hall, and to fire place, which was located in the living room, next to the kitchen, where his parents were arguing. He finally reach the fireplace, but the screaming and fighting had stopped suddenly and footsteps could be heard making their way toward him. Knowing it was his parents, he grabbed a handful of floo powder, and the fire turned an emerald green color. Before he could step into the fire, he heard his father scream.
"Where do you think you're going!"
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