Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I hate these things.
Again, Mother and Father dragged Reg and me to one of these stuffy dinner parties. This one is held at Malfoy Manor. I wish James would be here, then it would be more bearable. If I didn’t have Reg, Bella or even alcohol, then I would surely go up in flames.
I know I’m a little young for that, but how should I survive this?
You want to know what I hate about this?
First, the pretentiousness from all the people in attendance, who if not close family, are just plain and old fake. They try to be interesting with their robes from a sales rack, but you can easily see their cheapness. Even if they say something, you can read between the lines that they just want to suck up to someone. But the Malfoys love that; they all grow a few centimetres with all the lies they get fed by these rats.
Second, the bigotry. I can count on one hand who isn’t a racist, a terrorist or just a hater and I would still have fingers left.
It is sad how many people follow that old man Voldemort. I don’t know what is so interesting about him. I have heard lots and lots of stories, but I have never met him. I heard that he is very charming and one of the best duellist of his century. I also heard that he is very convincing, which is very believable, because all these close-minded people call themselves his followers.
Bellatrix is one of his followers; apparently a high-ranking death-eater of his inner circle.
Bella is so deeply in love; it is sick how she talks about him. Bellatrix and I were always inseparable; even though she always has been a little bit crazy and loud, I still loved her. But after she met Him, that changed.
Enough about him…
Mother and Father love to drag us to these parties. They absolutely adore these things. I think they love it even more if they are hosting them, so they can show off all their riches.
They are big pretentious show-offs.
But we are the most ancient and noble house of Black, the purest of the pure, so we are allowed to show-off.
I am related to nearly everyone in this room, which is kind of disturbing. But I also grew up with most of the kids of the sacred 28. I could easily call them my friends; but after my first Hogwarts year, most of them stopped calling me a friend.
If I hadn’t been sorted into Gryffindor, I would probably still be close with them.
But I am not.
I changed after that.
It changed my worldview; How couldn’t it, with living with what my family calls mudbloods, half-bloods and blood-traitors. Most of my friends don’t belong to the sacred 28, which in the eyes of my parents is wrong and I probably should be ashamed of myself.
I can still hear the screaming concert my mother held after I was sorted … what a dream.
I don’t think muggle-borns or half-bloods are beneath me. We all have magic in our blood and that should be enough. I still love my cousin Andy, just because she loves Ted, a muggle-born, doesn’t mean she now is dirty or unworthy of her name or her magic.
I got a big fat curse hurled my way, after I said that at a family dinner. Yikes.
My family is very cruel in its old ways; the Blacks always were.
If you don’t play along, you will be blasted off the family tapestry.
So, I sadly don’t really belong here anymore. I am not to be trusted as I sometimes hear some say.
I am a blood traitor; if my mother hears you say that she will curse you; if she says it, it is right and ok.
Ha, family…
Sometimes I think that, maybe it would be worth it to leave the family, to not have an abusive, sad excuse for a live. But i am not sure if i could leave my family.
I am proud to be a Black.
But back to this boring party…
At these events you either get drunk, have a little support system to get through them or you just hide. Sadly, I am too old to hide and the beatings after a so not worth it; that’s why I’m drinking and observing all these idiots.
,,Sirius, maybe you should at least look like you enjoy these parties!” My brother said, as he found me in the corner near a big fireplace. In his hands he held a new glass of wine for me. Yummy.
,,But Reg you know how bad of an actor I am!” I whined a little bit. (but just a bit; I am a Black)
,,I know that’s why I want you to at least try too look a little bit happier. And don’t try to make a scene or you know what she will do to you.” That’s my brother to you. I love him deeply and I would do anything for him, but he also worries way too much. I mean most of the time it is ok to worry, because I do stupid shit, but sometimes it is a little bit too much.
,,I do my best, but some of these people are so stupid I can’t control my facial expressions if they say something stupid again. So don’t be mad, just consider my problem, please.” I try to look as innocent as possible as I say it, which only makes Reg laugh out loud.
,,Stop it! Just try” he smiled.
,,Also I heard that tonight a very important guest is in attendance, apparently the Dark Lord is gonna come, so please don’t try anything”. He tries to warn me silently, but I am already alarmed.
,,What do you mean? Why would he come here?” I asked panicked, because I am a little bit of a black sheep in this attendance of white sheep. I don’t belong here.
,,I don’t know; maybe he just wants to suck up to old Malfoy over there.’’ Reg tries to play it down, because he knows that I get panicked when he gets mentioned. Not that I am scared. Blacks don’t get scared. But I get uneasy, because from all these people I have the closes tie to Dumbledore, which could be useful for someone like him.
And I don’t want to be used.
,,Maybe someone just wanted to prank someone; why would he bother to come? This party is way too boring for a Dark Lord.’’ I try to play it cool, which in my defence I think I managed perfectly.
,,We probably won’t even notice him; we don’t know how he looks.’’ I said, which prompted us to look around and continue to observe these people.
One of them could be him…. interesting.
As I looked around, I noticed nothing amiss. I saw the Parkinson’s talking to the McNair’s and Mulcibers, as well as the Lestrange’s talking to my aunt and uncle.
They probably talk about the engagement between Bella and their oldest Rodolphus. Which speaking of him, where is that old fuck? I haven’t seen him the whole evening, I have only seen his brother Rabastan talking to Lucius. Interesting he never misses these events.
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I am still looking around when I see him.
Next to Rodolphus just walking through the doors walks a man I have never seen before.
He has an aura I have never noticed in my life. Like dark magic is spurting from every part of him.
He is very pale, like that girl from that fairytale Lily showed me, what’s her name? Snow White. He has skin like her. I am a little bit mesmerised.
The man has beautiful dark brown hair, that nearly reach his shoulders and are nicely curled.
I probably reach his nose; he is a little bit taller than me.
But what drives me into a ban are his eyes.
From where I stand, he has beautiful brown eyes with little red streaks in them.
How? I don’t know. But I want to know. Who is he?
He is similar dressed than Rodolphus who I just noticed again. They are wearing very dark robes with little silver accents at the hem.
I look to him again and notice the cheekbones. Oh, the cheekbones. Wow. And that jaw, that can probably cut someone… please let him cut me with it…
Little bit bewildered I look into his eyes again, which are watching me curiously.
I let out a not noticeable gasp of surprise. I didn’t notice his stare.
I could throw myself against a wall with my carelessness, I’m so stupid. I can’t openly goggle at other man, even if they are beautiful, if my mother sees I will get the cruciatus curse thrown my way.
With a little bit of red to my cheeks, I look back to my brother who, thanks Merlin, didn’t noticed my little stare down with that mysterious man.
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Rodolphus is talking my ear off.
It’s getting on my nerves.
In the goodness of my heart, I am on my way to join a gathering of the remaining sacred 28; most of them already belong to me and my cause. But a little bit of mingling and talking politics wouldn’t bother my picture that I am currently painting in these pureblooded heads.
In my standing it is important that I occasionally check on my followers and see if I can get new followers through them. I obviously don’t want them to get bored of me.
When we walked into the pompous ballroom of Malfoy Manor, I could already see old classmates of mine and lots of my death-eaters.
But one person stood out to me.
A tall lanky boy, with black hair in neat curls that reaches over his shoulders and beautiful dark silver eyes. He is probably no older than 16…
I have seen these eyes before.
The trademark Black eyes and with the blackest hair; just like Bellatrix, Orion or Alphard.
It must be Sirius Black.
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I try to get back into conversation with my brother, so it doesn’t seem like I did something I shouldn’t have.
I didn’t need to worry, because in that moment my mother strode with menacing steps to us. With a back so straight you could think she has a stick up her ass, she comes to a stop in front of us.
,,Sirius, Regulus; we are going back to Grimmauld Place! You both still have lots to do about your studies.’’ She demanded in a clear voice.
,,Yes Mother; we will wait by the doors for you and Father.’’ I said for my brother and myself, albeit I asked yourself why the sudden departure?
Obviously, I didn’t ask; she clearly is already in a mood. No need to further aggravate her.
To my answer she only sends me a curt nod and went on her way to find my father.
Behind her back I send Reg a short glance, but from his face I could tell, that he also didn’t know why we were going, when it was so important to come here.
We didn’t even eat desert.
So we made our way to the front entrance of Malfoy Manor and went back home. To the home of nightmares and definitely not love.