Drabble In The Dark: [Sirius, Spiders eat their kin.]

(HP is not mine. Rated M for Mature just in case like always. This is just a moment of depressed!Sirius stuck in purgatory/Grimuald Place. Not Harry, strange.)

Sirius Black stares at the walls of his manor, a wretched place that was physical shelter but must have come out of some sort of muggle horror show. He looks at the walls, grime caked on old, dark color that was designed to show both wealth and a dark sort of comfort.

Black. It was more than a name, it was a sound and a sense. The Blacks were an old family steeped in tradition. "Steeped in blood within blood," he whispered to himself. Pooling its genes ever closer, and ever crazier. He looked around again, touched two fingers to the walls and pulled off a thin layer of something he did not care to know the ingredients of.

"Disgusting." He told the walls. Even as a boy, comfortable in dirt and grime, he knew what it felt to be cleaned with fresh soap and water and rested. But here, now, "It wasn't always like this," he mumbled. No, it wasn't always like this. It had been cleaner, maintained as if to take in guests, allies.

But it had always been this dark, as if the shadows had weight to them, a heaviness that threatened to drown him with real fingers made of wood and memory. There were too few happy times in the hallways. And Azkaban and swallowed those immediatly and none had returned.

Sometimes, he thinks the Black family were like spiders, creeping and crawling in the dark, a numerous fellowship of bleakness.

Because spiders eat their kin.

And like many legs crawling the Blacks have begun to die in a world that doesn't embrace their ideals. He could be happy with this, happy that the darkness was bating but it wasn't. It was just changing. Leaving spider legs behind for the depths of the ocean where anything could be. The grandfathers and grand aunts had all long passed from one thing or another, whether they had supported Dumbledore, the Dark Lord or just their own comfort. They had perished.

Sometimes, when he remembered them in his sleep, he would dream of everyone turning into spiders and the dark would come and sweep them away, like paint bleeding through to the parchment paper. The elders, the men are the first to go. Andromeda though, he catches her and throws her forward. He thinks she's safe but part of him knows he will never see that woman again. Eventually he sees a slip of what could be her but isn't but that figure is ahead of him enough that she isnt really one of them and that's good too.

Mother is behind them now, the last of them. Bitch. Sirius, Regulus, Narcissa and and Bellatrix run ahead of her, barely. Sirius breaks the covers so they are more spread out and grabs Regulus's hand. His mother grabs Cissa and Bella. The woman pushes Cissa to the side and she dissapears in the dark but her silence sounds like screaming. When the older woman falls she drags Bella down with her, and even as the mad bitch dissapears the spiders crawl to Bella and devour her. Sirius has no chance to save her. But he has Regulus still. "Run, Run Run!" It is a simple thought and dire.

But he is taller than his little brother, stronger, with a will more of his own. Regulus grips on to a torn scrap of their mother's skirt and trips, drops Sirius's hand and is devoured and Sirius wants to scream, wants to howl. So he turns and his form shifts from humanoid to a black dog, an omean of death and he faces the spiders, the crawling dark.

He draws blood but it devours him whole as well.

And he wakes sweating. The older men in his family, they could have done better, could have saved them but let a mad bitch control the children and she cast them all in her mad shadow. "Even, me," he mumbles to himself as he casts a spell for light and curls up in blankets in a room that wont cast sound. Everything is bleak in the dark. But here in the house, the light only changes it so he can see the edges clearer. "Even me, I'm mad" and he hates his mother. Andromeda and he had been allies in the house of Black as children. She'd gotten away and he had known to follow but he had not wanted to leave anyone behind.

But like smoke, the blackness had gotten into everything and driven them all mad.

When day comes, he cleans off the windows of what grime he can scrape off.

Grimmuald place is not Azkaban, but it might as well be. It is a dark place in his own mind with ghosts that push into him from all sides, a purgatory.

And one day he will remember he has a godson still alive, but the darkness is eating at him already and all the people around them stand and watch and do nothing. Maybe he will turn into a grim and face the darkness and be swallowed but he'll be damned if Harry, little Harry who he held in his hands as a babe and goo'd at in a way that made him laugh, little Harry will get out.

The Blacks are spiders who eat their own, but Sirius will turn into a loyal dog and Harry will learn how to fly.

END.

Yeah, depressing. Sorry? I think this was inspired by the Dangerverse. Posted this to get rid of it because I have no idea what I planned to do with this.