The Inheritance
His cycle was always the same; Wake up, brush his teeth, kiss Remus (they moved in together as soon as they left Hogwarts), eat breakfast, get dressed, go to work, go back home at 3:50, walk across the hallway to James and Lilys apartment with Moony, talk about the order and play with the prongslet, meet up with Peter at the nearest muggle coffee shop, talk even more about the order, go home, have a cup of tea, go to sleep and repeat.
Was it the most productive schedule? Absolutely not, but did it work for him? Yes.
That was until an unexpected letter came by owl and completely turned things upside down.
"Siriussssssssss," James slurred as he strut into his best mates flat with no warning.
"James? What are you doing, it's 12:30 on a Sunday?"
It honestly wasn't a big deal. The two of them had a week off while Remus was on a mission, and Peter was on a trip with his girlfriend, whom they had never met, may he add they tried to talk Pete out of it but he claimed he refused to put his life on hold because of Voldemort, once he said that everyone noticably winced and immediately dropped it.
Sirius tried to suppress his laughter as he turned around to look at the wasted James Potter. His glasses were upside down, and he was missing a shoe. His shirt was unbuttoned despite the fact it was the middle of December, and it put his chest and abbs on full display, seems like him and Frank had a nice catch-up.
"You, y-yyou gavemeakeytfyy." James' words were slurred, and he looked seconds away from falling flat on his face, Sirius just couldn't help but laugh, James had just walked in unannounced looking like he had just taken up the job of being a stripper, he also reeked of alcohol, who wouldn't giggle at the sight of him?
But instead of a small chuckle, an odd straining sound slipped from Sirius' lips, James looked at him perplexed, but his mouth seemed to permanently be in a dopey grin.
"Y-y'know whattr? Padfoot, imma, imma just lay drown, drow- shit-down here, m'kray, m'kay." James' eyes shut almost immediately, and he slowly dropped to the floor, curling up into a ball.
His snores reverberated around the small space, Sirius' mouth tilted into a smile at the sight of his brother, James Fleamont Potter asleep on his floor.
"M'kay Prongs," The taller of the two stood up to take the blanket that was tucked into the sofa off and drape it onto the other, Sirius stared down at the man before locking the door and making his way to his room.
He would have lifted James and taken him to the guest room, or layed him down onto the couch, but James had always been more muscular than Sirius, and the years of Quidditch certainly didn't help, Sirius had always been on the more lanky side anyway, he also could not be fucked to call Lils, it wouldn't have mattered anyway seeing as she and Harry had been staying with Lily's parents for a couple days so that they got to know their grandson.
His and Remus' flat mainly consisted of Red, red walls, red carpet, red sofa, crimson pillows, rose lampshades, red plant pots, and their room was no different. One would expect two grown men to be a tad more mature, but instead, Gryffindor posters and banners hung proudly in the small room, in all honesty, the red was all Sirius, Remus' favourite colour just so happened to be a deep maroon and the taller of the pair said it was close enough, so he didn't mind at all.
He had always taken pride in the fact he was deemed different to his family, to all the death eaters and Slytherins, different to the hate and evil that swirled in their blood, different to his parents, his brother...
Sirius never liked to linger on the topic of Regulus Arcturus Black, it reminds him of how shit of a brother he was to Regulus, how wrong he was to give Regulus the benefit of the doubt, believe he was somewhat different to their family, okay their relationship was strained after he got sorted Gryffindor and Regulus Slytherin, but that's not the olders fault, how stupid he was not to drag Regulus with him to the Potters in his 5th year and Regs 4th, how he didn't beg him to come with him, how he should have begged and pleaded with the more stubborn of the two until he gave in. But would it have changed anything? Would Regulus still have been a death eater? Would he still be alive? Be nineteen, hanging out with friends, happy, and not forever eighteen, not trapped in the grasp of death himself?
His thoughts where cut short by the constant tapping of a beak against glass, startled by the sudden noise Sirius' head whipped over to the window, upon the realisation that it was just an owl he sighed in relief.
He opened the window so that he could retrieve the letter that was attached to the snowy white owls leg, he noticed that it was peppered with black dots and scoffed, 'looks like the world is tryna bring up my childhood trauma', the 20 year old nodded at the owl, implying it could take its leave and leaned against the wall.
His eyes drifted to the writing, 'strange, I don't recognise the handwriting' in times like the war you can never be too careful, hardly anyone ever sent letters by owl in the worry that they could be intercepted, and that's when the thought Remus could be in trouble clicked, to be frank he isn't so sure why he hadn't had this thought previously, it didn't help that the envelope was black.
Morbid fucke-
Sirius thought as his hands fumbled to turn the letter around, but then he caught notice of the seal.
The Black family crest?
Sirius sighed in relief and exasperation. His eyebrows crawled up his forehead as he looked down at the letter,
what the fuck could they want?
Sirius hummed as he broke the seal and unfolded the letter inside, there was some other contents in the envelope, but Sirius didn't pay them any mind as he stared at the letter in shock.
Sirius Orion Black III,
Following your parents, Walburga and Orion Black's deaths, both caused by attacks.
You, the last male in the Black bloodline, has inherited the entire Black fortune, aswell as multiple estates, the main being Number 12 Grimmauld place, the money is kept in a vault, the key will be given to you when asked at Gringotts.
The key to 12 Grimmauld place is in this letter, we send our deepest apologies, and hope the next time we converse it will be under better circumstances.
The Nobel and most ancient house of Black, is now in your care, please do not make any rash decisions.
Apologies,
The Black Family Trust.
The only information that Sirius actually cared for was...
"We have a trust?" Sirius questioned before he realised that he is the heir, to everything, everything his parents built, everything his family built.
Sirius didn't cry, he didn't frown, he grinned, and then, when it had all settled in he laughed, he laughed and laughed until his cheeks hurt and his stomach ached, he also couldn't help but notice "The Nobel and most ancient house of Black", the only fact in that statement is ancient, but Nobel?
They have got to be having a laugh. He ripped the letter up and chucked it out the open window, trying not to get hit by the billowing curtains.
When the scattered bits of the letter danced down one landed on a black cat with white paws, Sirius grinned sheepishly and stuck his head out to see the, if cats could scowl, scowling cat.
"SORRY" Yelled a little to enthusiastic Sirius, muggles passing by would have assumed he had just won the lottery, not lost his parents in what, he assumes, was a gone wrong death eater mission.
Once his head was safely back inside and not at the risk of being severed, he shut the window and pulled the key from the envelope.
He pulled out a piece of parchment from the desk and picked up a quill and a pot of ink.
Prongs,
I've gone to the death eater, incest, hell hole that is 12 Grimmauld place, I will be back soon, I just want to check it out first to spite my dead parents.
Right, yes, dead parents, the she-devil and Satan are dead WOOHOOOOO Anyways, I'll see ya soon Jameson, Jamie, make sure Lils doesn't turn the little Prongslet against me when I'm gone, we all know she seems to enjoy telling embarrassing story's about me, and I can not have my only godson thinking I'm some absolute moron, I know what you're gonna say, she's in Lewes, but I don't care.
Oh, and tell Moony where I am when he's back from his mission, and don't tell him I ate his secret stash of chocolate, and definitely don't tell him that it's definitely not secret anymore.
Love, SOB
P.S: DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY QUEEN TAPES OR I SWEAR TO MERLIN AND MORGANA I WILL HEX YOU UNTIL YOU CAN'T STAND.
Satisfied with his message, Sirius grabbed his black trench coat and yanked it on, he walked out the door with a new air around him, one of uncertainties, he sighed, it was going to be a long couple of days.
Sirius wasn't so happy about his routine being fucked up, but he knows that his parents would be rolling in their graves if they figured that he set foot in that house again, even when he was younger he did things to piss them off, that's why they always done things to hurt him.
That's why Regulus was the favourite, because he kept his head down and remained the nice pure-blood boy their parents always dreamed Sirius would be.
Regulus was always going to be a death eater, because he was weak, a coward, a Black and Sirius knew that even in death he was probably running probably realised what he'd done, but to scared to go against dear mother and fathers wishes.
That was the difference between the brothers, it had always been the dividing factor that was the inevitable reason the two no longer got on, Sirius was always running to freedom, and when he broke free of the shackles that was the Black household ended up on the right side, it was true, Regulus was running, but it appears that at some point he turned his head to look back at Sirius and, in the process, fell right into the "dark lords" hands. So when Sirius apparated to the front of his childhood "home" tell him why he felt something else penetrate his uncertain mist that surrounded him, threatening to suffocate him every step he took, tell him why that feeling was more sinister?