Sirius Black woke up to the warm (horribly green) sheets of his bed. Rubbing his eyes he flicked some stray black hair out of his face. Mr and Mrs Black insisted on taking out a pair of scissors once a fortnight and shearing his head. But last week he'd escaped because they were too busy yelling at him. He sat up in his huge bed and tried to blink the sleep out his eyes.
Sirius had black hair that always looked the same. Never knowing any other hairstyle, it stayed trimmed close to the scalp and wasn't free to roam any longer than half a centimeter. He had stormy grey eyes and the signature Black cheek bones to go with his sharp, angular features. He was tall and could already be called handsome for his age. Sirius was cocky and eccentric if away from his gripping family, but there was always a sadness in his eyes.
Sirius realised with a jolt what day it was.
His eleventh birthday.
The day he was to get his Hogwarts letter.
The excitement didn't last too long though, as he fell into the usual ritual of making his bed. If he had it his way he would always leave the sheets strewn all over the place, that way they felt more like home. His current home didn't feel much like a home, more like a living area. A cold, dark, empty living area called Grimmuald Place. Sirius made his way down the stairs of Grimmuald place slowly, dreading what would happen in the kitchen. When he got there he tentatively opened the kitchen door.
"Morning Mother, Father, Regulus."He said calmly, and had to stop himself from making a face.
"Sirius! Why did you take so long coming down!?" His Mother scolded.
"I was washing my face."
He'd had the excuse perfected. Because Sirius was always ready for a scolding. It was just part of life.
Mother scowled at him as their house elf, Kreacher set down a plate of toast in front of him with an ugly grin adorning his wrinkled features. Sirius held and Kreacher held a mutual dislike for each other, but you wouldn't notice if you were a stander-by.
His father rested his elbows regally on the table, leaning forward to his son who had braced himself, ready for another scolding of what he didn't do yesterday. "So Sirius, today you get your letter." He said.
Sirius hummed in reply. Guess I don't even get a Happy birthday then, great, he thought. The Black family ate their meal in silence until there was a noise at the window. Sirius' head shot up to see a tawny owl tapping on the window, carrying a letter! He quickly got out of his chair and ran over to the window, ignoring the looks of his parents. At this moment he couldn't care if he wasn't being a respectable pureblood. He let the owl in and took the letter. Sirius sat down and, bursting with excitement, tore open the envelope and read the letter inside.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed a list of
all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1st September.
Sirius felt excitement coursing through him. This was the best birthday present he could ask for. He excused himself from the table and ran upstairs to his room.
Sirius had been waiting to go to Hogwarts ever since he showed his first signs of magic. He knew then that he could get away from his family. His parents frequently used curses and spells on him because he didn't hate muggles. Sirius knew he was different, he always knew. He wasn't like his brother or his cousins, he was the black sheep. And he just wanted to get away from it all. Sirius was broken.
But now it would all change. He was going to Hogwarts! He could get away from his family. He was finally going to Hogwarts!