under the moon and stars

It wasn't Sirius's fault.

I mean, not really.

Being the heir to one of the most prestigious and respected wizarding families in Britain was a lot of pressure to have on ones shoulder. Especially if your're an eleven year old with a knack for mischief. Sirius Orion Black was no proper heir. Sirius had no desire to follow in his families footsteps. Although he did try to fit in with his family the best he could, he knew deep down he would never be them. He wasn't so sure he wanted to either. Their blood purist thoughts were not ones he shared, and also he just didn't like following the rules. Rules never meant much fun.

Waiting for the train with his mother, father and little brother tagging along wasn't helping either. Stirred up emotions filled Sirius as his mother gave him yet another talk about being a Black and what it means to withhold the family name. "You're the heir Sirius, and it's about time you start acting like it. Try and make us proud in Slytherin, will you?" Walburga said as she gripped her nails into his shoulder. "Remember you're a Black of the most noble and ancient house, you're superior to everyone around you and proud of it too."

"Yes mother"

"Good, I'm glad something sticks inside that thick head of yours, now say goodbye to your brother and father and get on the train"

Not even sparing a second glance at her eldest son, she walked back aside her husband gaining a few stares. Forever stuck in the Victorian times, the Black family stuck out like a sore thumb among witches and wizards who tried to blend in with muggles, while the blacks dressed as if they were wizard royalty themselves, I mean they did think they were.

Giving a quick nod to his father, Sirius finally turned to the hardest goodbye of all. " I'm really going to miss you while you're away" Regulus said while Sirius reached for hug. They hugged for a bit, Sirius was absolutely positive this is who he would miss the most, his brother really was his favorite. No one in his family showed him much love, but Regulus always admired him. After releasing him, he told his brother that he'd write and tell him all about the adventures at Hogwarts. Regulus then walked back to his mother and father and waved as they apearated away.

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵.

He then raced for the train, excited to start his first year at Hogwarts. He really wanted to make proper friends, not just some pure-blooded children his parents made him mingle with at parties and gatherings. He couldn't wait to sneak around the castle at night with them, stay up late at night and throw parties, all the things you get to do at Hogwarts, you know?

Pulling him from his thoughts, someone grabbed his arm and he quickly turned his head to find his cousins looking at him. "Aunt Walburga told us to keep an eye on you so you have to sit with us on the train" Narcissa said with a pained expression, as her sister began taunting him. "awww ickle little Sirius needs us to keep an eye on him! Aunties afraid he'll start a riot on the train!" cackled Bellatrix as Sirius began to fill up with fury.

"I do not need a babysitter on the train! I'm eleven years old, I think I can handle myself thank you very much!" he said already disappointing on how his first moments of Hogwarts are going, he really did want to find friends. He looked at Andromeda with a pleading expression and she gave him a smirk.

With a long heavy sigh, Narcissa pinched the bridge of her nose and said " Sirius you're sitting with us that's final, and Bella behave or I'll hex your robes to be two sizes to small again"

With both of them pouting they headed on the train, Narcissa didn't know what would be harder, her OWLS or getting her family to get along.

-

Sirius's cousins were nothing but a nuisance to him. Narcissa was an uptight 5th year who was obsessed with her git of a boyfriend, Lucius Malfoy, who was headboy this year. Bellatrix was his least favorite though. With her wild black curly hair, manic eyes and shrieking laughter, she looked almost insane and lets be honest, she probably was. She was obsessed with the dark arts and looked down on anyone who wasn't a pure blooded witch or wizard. Although both of his cousins were a pain in the arse, Andromeda Black out shined them both. She was the one who showed him that his families beliefs were rubbish and would be the one who he spent in the kitchens with while avoiding his bigot family members.

Once on the train things didn't end up easier. Sirius, frustrated with how he had to spend more time with his wretched family, decided this would be a terrific time to set of one of his dungbomb he's been saving. Once the Black sisters settled down in their seats and chatting, he quickly told them he was going to the bathroom and left leaving a set off a dungbomb for his delightful cousins to enjoy.

"SIRIUS" shrieked Bellatrix as she frantically grabbed at it trying to turn it off, while Narcissa did a quick 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘺 and the smell was gone almost as quick as it had come. Andy was stifling a laugh, trying to hide it from her screeching sibling.

As Bellatrix marched down to hex Sirius for what he had done, Narcissa grabbed her and said "leave him, it was only a stupid childish prank, and we'll sort him out properly after the feast in our common room. and besides creating a scene would only cause us more problems and we are above that."

A fuming Bellatrix slowly lowered down into her seat, ready to curse her blasted cousin at a moments notice. A𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯, she thought.

-

A giddy Sirius raced down the train trying to find a carriage with kids that looked like they were in first year like him. In one of the carriages at the end, he then stumbled upon three boys; a fat kid with straw like hair, a boy with untidy black hair with glasses , and a scrawny kid with a scar on his neck with a mass of tawny curls on top of his head.

"Alright mate?" said the one with the glasses, probably noticing his disheveled look.

"Oh just peachy, just set off a dungbomb on my family, probably plotting my demise right at this very moment." Sirius said with a laugh, making eye contact with the skinny one as he gave him a smirk.

"Blimey, you have the right idea! I've got a pack of those in my bag and was going to set them off when we got to castle along with other things."

"You sound like my type of bloke! what's your name?" Sirius asked.

"James Potter" said the boy with a hint of pride.

𝘈 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳! 𝘰𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

"Sirius Black" he replied noticing Jame's grin faltering for a fraction of a moment, but nonetheless still smiling at his new friend.

They began talking to each other about quidditch ("I have the newest broom model, even though I know first years aren't allowed to try out for the team, which I think is rubbish they haven't even seen me play!" James boasted) pranking items and ideas they had for getting up to no good around the castle. It really did seemed like the two of them known each other forever, even they though they just met, Sirius felt like he was talking to a long lost friend.

This is going to be a good seven years.

And maybe, it was his fault afterall.