best bloody cousin ever

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Authors Note:

Sirius Black knew, from the very moment he looked at the dark, grey clouds up in the

sky, that todays no ordinary day. Of course, no one could say whats going to happen;

even Sirius. But he just knew that somethings going to happen tonight. He could feel it,as if he was meant to feel it. He felt different. His thoughts drifted from Harry, to the

whole Order, to the enemies, then back to Harry again. Without even noticing it, he

started to think about the Death Eaters. They support Voldemort to purifying thewizarding race by killing muggle-borns, half-bloods, blood traitors, even squibs. They

want a pureblood society, thats why they joined him. They want to rule everything;

theyre power hungry, not having a tint of guilt when they kill. No remorse. No mercy.

They killed the family he only knew. No, hes not talking about the Most Noble andAncient House of Black he was talking about his friends, James and Lily. It was never

his family, ever since he was sorted into Gryffindor when he started studying at

Hogwarts, breaking their tradition of being sorted into Slytherin.

He was called a disgrace by his own parents and relatives. The inhabitants of their house,

even his cousins and brother, treated him rather differently. Well, except fromAndromeda. After all, she was the most caring one. The most sensitive. She knew how

its like to be called nasty names in front of the others. To be hated by her family. Yet,

shes still the lovable and kind cousin he knew. Thats why shes his favourite cousin.

She was the only one to know where he lived when he ran away from home, to his bestmate, James Potters house.

Sirius turned around from the window. The tapestry of the Most Ancient and NobleHouse of Black is around the walls, as if looking at him. He involuntary looked to where

his and Andromedas name were supposed to be. He saw burnt marks. The thought of itsickens him. He knew, from the very moment he was sorted into Gryffindor, thatsomething like this would happen. And it did. Although, he was hoping, when he was a

kid that it wouldnt happen. Besides, he was a good boy. Always there to help his little

brother Regulus on everything. He was the first to teach him how to ride on a broomstick.He was the first to teach him the basic spells he knew. He was there to stand up for him

against anyone. Hes always on his side because they were brothers.

As a little kid, he was a nice cousin to Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa. He neverbothered them, unless Regulus couldnt play because of their mothers rules. Bellatrix

was the first one of the three to cradle him when he was a baby. She has always wanted a

brother, but unfortunately, she had two more sisters. But Bellatrix was alright with it. Shetreated Sirius like her own little brother. She taught him spells, and some of them were

too advanced for him. But, as a talented wizard, he did it. Bellatrix also taught him how

to duel: what they were supposed to do, and not supposed to do when duelling. As kids,she was his personal teacher; and of course, to his very young self, she was the best

cousin ever. While Bellatrix was the more knowledgeable one, Andromeda was the

sweetest of all three. She resembled Bellatrix so much, that you wouldnt know the

difference, except for the colour of their hair, and the shape of their eyes. While Bellatrix


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has ebony black curls and cold, grey eyes, Andromeda has brown curls, and warmer,

brown eyes. When Bellatrix wouldnt teach him because shes busy, Andromeda was the

one who spends time with him. And since Bellatrix wasnt the motherly type of kid,Andromeda was the one who heals his cuts, whenever he injures himself from playing

too rough. Ever since then, he thought that she would be the best mother ever. He never

got along too much with Narcissa, the youngest Black sister. She found herself moreattached to Regulus, since theyre both the youngest, and they feel ignored by the older

ones. But, from his observations, Narcissa was torn between Bellatrix and Andromeda.

There would be times that she didnt know who to defend when her two sisters werearguing. She has always found herself in the middle of their battle.

He sighed, as he looked at the tapestry, and as it looked back at him. Slowly, he left the

room and went to his own. The door to his own room has a plaque of gold, where hisname, Sirius Orion Black, was written in an elegant handwriting. He opened the door,

and smelled chocolates, and the musky scent of his perfume. It has been a long time since

he has seen his own room. He could see red and gold everywhere. Once a Gryffindor,

always a Gryffindor, James used to say, whenever Slytherins from their year would sneerat him. His blankets were still gold, and his bed sheets were still red; just like how it

looked like when he left. The curtains have a pattern of red and gold blocks. His scarffrom school was lying on the bed. He walked cautiously across the room, as if he knew

that somewhere here, a monster from the closet lurks. He stood there, for at least a few

seconds, before sitting at the edge of his bed. He took his scarf, and felt the warm fabric

in his hand. He missed it being at Hogwarts, Transfiguration class, exciting Quidditchgames, and all the trouble he got into because of his friends The Marauders even

bullying their favourite target, Severus Snape. Sirius smiled to himself. Some things

never really change, he thought.

He looked around the room, one more time. Not even a single hint ofgreen would be

seen in this room, unlike his brother Regulus. Sirius room was just like Regulus before.But when hes finally realized thatfriendship counts before anything foolish, like blood

status, he started to change his ways. He started putting some red and gold at his room. At

first, he didnt overdo it, because that will be just one reason for his father to hit him.Being in Gryffindor was enough for his father to hit him; and showing its colours in this

godforsaken room would be enough for his father to kill him. But when they told him that

the family would be supporting Voldemort for his fight to purify the wizarding world by

getting rid of non-purebloods, that was where he had enough. He knew that nothingsright anymore. He started to put the colours of Gryffindor in his room, making anyone

feel disgusted, whenever they enter his room. He got beat up for it, by his father, of

course. He called him nasty names, names no one would like to hear in their existence.He got into a huge fight with his father, so huge, that his father almost killed him in

anger; only his mother had stopped his father. He couldnt take everything anymore. And

hence, during his sixth year, when the clocks struck midnight, his foot was out the doorsof the manor, leaving everything behind.

Sirius could still remember that night, when James happily accepted him in his house

without a doubt. His parents were nice to him, treating him like hes their own son, too.


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And with that, his relationship with James became much better. Since then, they treated

each other like brothers. They stuck up for each other, along with Remus Lupin. Sirius

didnt like Peter Pettigrew at first. He knew he was just sticking with the real Maraudersso that he wouldnt be bullied. But that was fine with Sirius. Until James and Lily Potter

were killed

Sirius didnt want to remember that fateful night, and the years that followed, when he

found his best mate, James, and his wife, dead on the floor. When Pettigrew framed him,

as the one who sold the Potters to Voldemort. When he was sent to Azkaban for 12 years,for something he didnt do. For not being with Harry all those times he needed a real

family

Slowly, his gaze landed on his bedside table. A lampshade, with the colours ofGryffindor, stood on it. Beside it, something caught his eye, something he has seen

before, thats for sure; but dont know where or when. He slowly went to it, removing the

hat that he used when he was still at Hogwarts that lay on top of the glass. Picking it up,

he used his hand to wipe off the dust that has been piling up ever since he left. Nobodyreally cared to clean his room ever since he left. It still looked just the way he left it many

years ago. After removing the dust from the glass, he found out that it was an oldphotograph.

He looked at the photograph clutched at his hands. A boy, who was merely six years of

age, stood at the soft, green grass. The wind was messing up his already messy, curly,black hair; and his robes were being ruffled. He was hugging a girl who was merely

fourteen years old. Her messy, ebony curls and her green robes, too, were being ruffled.

The boy was beaming at the girl, and the girl was looking down at the boy, laughing.Then, the girl threw back her head and let out another laugh, and put her head on top of

the boys, looking at the camera. The boy at the photograph smiled at the gesture of the

older girl, and looked at the camera, his face glowing. The photo moved again, as if itwas alive. It kept doing the same thing the boy was hugging the girl, and the girl was

returning the gesture to the little boy.

Sirius didnt remove his gaze at the photograph. The girl kept laughing, smiling. He

could hear her animated laugh and giggles. The laugh that was full of love, the smile that

didnt trace any malice, the twinkle in her dark, velvety eyes that complimented her pale

skin in the sunlight. He almost forgot when was the last time he saw something asbeautiful as the moment in the photo. So happy so peaceful just the little boy, and

the delicate little girl. The little boy kept hugging the girl, smiling, laughing So happy,

as if nothing could ruin that very moment. Its as if they live for the very day itself. Thephotograph, looking at him, their smiles mocking, taunting, haunting him

Without noticing it, tears started streaming from his dark eyes to his wan cheeks. Hegrazed at the photograph once more, taking in the scene inside. His eyes traced sadness,

hurtEver so slightly; he ran his finger to the glass that held the photograph, the people

inside still moving. Opening his mouth to speak, his voice hoarse, he whispered either to

the wind, to himself, or to the photograph.


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What happened to us,Bella? He whispered, more tears streaming down his face,

shaking, What happened to those days those days when nothing mattered at all? Whenwe didnt care what other people would think? When we were there for one another

like the family we really were, when the nonsense things, blood status, didnt matter at

all?

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That night, the Order was called to the Department of Mysteries. Reports were given that

harry, and his friends were cornered by Death Eaters who wanted the prophecy from

Harry. He duelled with Bellatrix. Her face was pale and gaunt, her hair was a mess of

ebony curls, and a devilish smirk was curled in her lips. She kept shooting spells at him;and so did Sirius. He never wanted to do this, yet he couldnt just let her go and let her

hurt Harry and his friends. She laughed maniacally, and he knew it was nowhere near the

laughs she gave him when they were little. He could see that she was being tipsy, missing

her aims at him. He knew she was tired, and so was he, but he couldnt let hisconcentration disappear. This is the childrens lives were talking about. No one should

be harmed. Just then, Bellatrix sent him a spell. A jet of red light was coming to him, andas fast as the speed of light, he ducked and missed it. He laughed at his cousin.

Come on, you can do better than that! he yelled across the room.

Then, another jet of light came. But this time, it hit Sirius square in the chest. He felt like

the time has stopped, and suddenly, he was falling gracefully beyond the veil. He heard

Bellatrix triumphant laugh cold, wicked, and maniac; while he, Sirius Black wasfalling beyond the veil.

Bellatrix Black, you are the best bloody cousin ever.

best bloody cousin ever

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