Edric Blight
WHOOOO ME?
September 1st, 1971, Sirius Orion Black was finally going to Hogwarts. The eleven year old boy had been looking forward to this for a long time. It wasn’t for the reason that one would think though. It was because most of all, Sirius couldn’t wait to get away from his family. His father and mother, Orion and Walburga Black, were anything but the typical loving and even spoiling dotting parents that one would expect of a wealthy child such as Sirius. They were strict, cold-hearted, and mean. They expected much of Sirius, and Sirius was a free-spirit. As he got older, he realized just how unfit he was for and how unenjoyable life was in the Black family. He didn’t want to be the heir of the most noble and ancient house of Black. That was boring- the traditions were too stuffy and stuck up for him. Because of this realization as he grew, his parents expected more of him and came down harsher on him every time. Sirius couldn’t count how many times he was sent to bed without dinner. Meanwhile his ten year old brother Regulus seemed to be the emerging favorite amongst his parents.
Needless to say, an escape from 12 Grimmauld Place was long over due for Sirius Black. For once, Sirius didn’t mind being woken up unreasonably early because today, he was going to King’s Cross Station to catch the express train to Hogwarts. The letter from Hogwarts a few months prior informing him and his family of his acceptance was like a godsend. Finally he was getting out of that stuffy house with all the portraits of long-gone Blacks, judging him for everything from his hair to his posture. Sirius had soft black hair that was beginning to grow out a bit long- too long for Orion and Walburga’s liking. Sirius didn’t care at all though. He liked it and he wanted to see what it was like grown out.
Eventually, the Black family arrived at the train station, going to the magical Platform 9 and 3/4. It was interesting going through the brick wall and transporting into the wizarding world again. The Blacks had even brought along the youngest member of their family and Sirius’ little brother, Regulus (or Reggie as Sirius liked to call him), so that he might see what he will be doing in a year. Soon enough, the big red train pulled into the station. There it was, the Hogwarts Express in all its glory. “Remember, Sirius. You represent the Black family while you are at Hogwarts, so you must be on your best behavior. Make us proud and do NOT disappoint us,” warned Walburga. Certainly no “I love you Sirius,” thought the boy to himself. Orion simply nodded at his son, a smile nowhere to be seen on his stern face. “You best come home a Slytherin,” warned Orion. With that, Sirius turned to Regulus. “Bye Reggie,” he said. Regulus did not respond but nodded and waved a little.
Sirius then turned around, grabbing his trunk, and headed towards where all of the robed students were going- the Hogwarts Express. Sirius waited in line and boarded the train. Once on board, he navigated through the aisles before settling on an empty compartment. He shoved his luggage under the seat and plopped down, sighing as he looked out the window and into the platform. There, children were saying tearful goodbyes to their families while others were greeting old friends from years past at Hogwarts. Sirius hoped that someone would want to be friends with a stuffy old Black like him.
AlmostImmortal
Needless to say, an escape from 12 Grimmauld Place was long over due for Sirius Black. For once, Sirius didn’t mind being woken up unreasonably early because today, he was going to King’s Cross Station to catch the express train to Hogwarts. The letter from Hogwarts a few months prior informing him and his family of his acceptance was like a godsend. Finally he was getting out of that stuffy house with all the portraits of long-gone Blacks, judging him for everything from his hair to his posture. Sirius had soft black hair that was beginning to grow out a bit long- too long for Orion and Walburga’s liking. Sirius didn’t care at all though. He liked it and he wanted to see what it was like grown out.
Eventually, the Black family arrived at the train station, going to the magical Platform 9 and 3/4. It was interesting going through the brick wall and transporting into the wizarding world again. The Blacks had even brought along the youngest member of their family and Sirius’ little brother, Regulus (or Reggie as Sirius liked to call him), so that he might see what he will be doing in a year. Soon enough, the big red train pulled into the station. There it was, the Hogwarts Express in all its glory. “Remember, Sirius. You represent the Black family while you are at Hogwarts, so you must be on your best behavior. Make us proud and do NOT disappoint us,” warned Walburga. Certainly no “I love you Sirius,” thought the boy to himself. Orion simply nodded at his son, a smile nowhere to be seen on his stern face. “You best come home a Slytherin,” warned Orion. With that, Sirius turned to Regulus. “Bye Reggie,” he said. Regulus did not respond but nodded and waved a little.
Sirius then turned around, grabbing his trunk, and headed towards where all of the robed students were going- the Hogwarts Express. Sirius waited in line and boarded the train. Once on board, he navigated through the aisles before settling on an empty compartment. He shoved his luggage under the seat and plopped down, sighing as he looked out the window and into the platform. There, children were saying tearful goodbyes to their families while others were greeting old friends from years past at Hogwarts. Sirius hoped that someone would want to be friends with a stuffy old Black like him.
AlmostImmortal
