Title: Had enough of Their pure-blood mania
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Sirius Black
Prompt: 094. Independence
Rating: PG13
Summary: 1977: the Black family loses its direct heir.
Notes: taken in advance of my Perfect Family , this fragment seems to be regarded as a scene in itself. He wants to be an attempt to look beyond the time - and dismissive - a tale about Harry in 1995 (hence the title).
Perfect Piece of My Family - Act III , so heavy with anticipation for those who were following the fic, which is greatly lagging behind at this point. If this does not dissuade you, I present my version of this cathartic moment in the life of Sirius.
Many things may not be clear because - well, why not find out what has happened in the previous seventeen years. Is not serious, however, and I hope that you can imagine something this small excerpt of family relationships, the reasons for each and the situation.
The title is taken from the words of Sirius itself at the time of OOP. His explanation of the escape of the house is a bit simplified, in my opinion, and I wanted to go further.
PRETEND for comments on this (ehehe-AHM).
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HAD ENOUGH OF PURE-BLOOD MANIA Their
was always the same story.
He had just had time to finish speaking with the dry tone and provocative always been reserved for family members, her mother already stiffened with vehemence.
"You! Filthy blood traitor! Disgusting degenerate "howled Walburga, beside himself with rage, jumping up so violently as to overturn his chair. "Breed ..." he continued, while the violent trembling of his hands, announcing a new crisis.
"Walburga, 'said Orion firmly under the gaze of Regulus and the grim terror of the firstborn. "Controlled."
"inept ... miserable! I am ashamed of you, you disgust me ... "he continued ignoring his wife, to leap to his son.
"It 'a mutual thing," replied the boy with the challenge.
Orion stood up abruptly, willing to take it back violently, but did not have the time: the hand of Walburga struck on the cheek of his son with such force as to make him turn his head back. It was the first time in his life that his mother hit him.
"disgusting ungrateful! Appears perverse of the lowest ... "cried the woman giving it a shake, lacking any control, while Sirius remained motionless and almost inert, face shot, for a few interminable seconds, during which his father rushed to grab the wrists of wife and tighten the arms, to compel it to calm down despite his squirming furiously.
"Kreacher," intimate, "the potion."
If it was not focussed on Walburga might have caught the true expression of hatred across the livid face of his direct heir, while that for his part Regulus hastened to get up from his chair, pick up her mother's and take the fork that she had dropped on the ground, as if there were legions of elves ready. While his father struggled to make a soothing drink to Walburga, Sirius turned and left the room without a word, his hands trembling with anger. He climbed the stairs feeling the saturation due to six years of increasingly violent conflicts and misunderstandings reach the point of no return pouring into his lungs in an explosion of frenzy and frustration, and when he entered his room he knew what he would do.
Orion had managed to sit Walburga, who was under the effect of calming sedative. With a gesture of fatigue and bitterness rubbed, twice a hand over his face and remained standing beside her, before realizing the absence of the boy and looked resigned to Regulus.
"Where is your brother?" churches, with icy anger.
"Upstairs," the child murmured Aton.
not looked up at her father. He was tired. He was tired of shouting, of quarrels and anger, he was tired of seeing their family falls apart. The accumulated resentment against his brother's gripped the bowels, even more violently when he saw his mother burst into tears a weak nervous.
Orion nodded briefly, poured water and swallowed, gasping for breath.
"Go, call," gave exhausted.
"No," Regulus whispered eagerly. "It 's an asshole."
His father gave him an angry glance of reproach, before putting the cup and walk out of the hall, toward the bottom of the stairs.
"Sirius!" He called angrily. "Sirius Black, come here now! Now! "Intimate, stamping his foot on the ground.
Only a faint commotion he heard the ear in response, increasing his anger.
"I said come here!" Shouted, losing his temper.
"So what does what he likes," Regulus said angrily from the other room. His mother sobbed, as if to confirm his words.
"I do not think the time for extemporaneous comments," growled his father just turned in his direction. "Sirius, do not let me repeat again," he added, raising his voice again to a scream.
He heard the bedroom door open in the boy's silence.
"I'm coming," announced the impersonal voice quivering and his son, before the door and the bustle richiudesse resumption unchanged.
Orion exhaled loudly, amazed at so daring. The frustration built up over many years of litigation, made bitter by the slow and painful, growing evidence of a misunderstanding that had grown progressively more marked up to create an unbridgeable distance, the burning in your lungs making it difficult to breathe normally.
Beyond the closed door of his room, Sirius closed shooting the trunk with a violent gesture. He decided that he would go to James and asked him to host it, or better to recommend a place to camp, until his father and mother had not taken note of the simple fact that he was the person who had wanted it, willingly or unwillingly, and that simply could not become. Otherwise would have thought about what to do once made his Magus. It was obvious to him first that this absurd situation could not continue, that made no sense to continue to live under a roof where his presence was not an element of disorder and instability, along with people who admired and despised . If you do not want him to understand, well, it would go.
He pointed his wand on the trunk and with a murmur that rose from the floor, levitating a few inches above the ground at that point opened the door, walked into the hall and started down the stairs with luggage fluttering behind him.
His father saw him so close, cold, combative, absolutely detached.
"The one thing I should be the case?" Attacked him furiously.
"My Storage. I'm leaving, "said the son, staring hard into his eyes.
"Look, Sirius ..." snapped the man, threatening.
"I do not intend to stay here," cried the boy impetuously, his voice rising. "I can not stand more than either you or that crazy! I can not stand what I do and I hate your fanaticism! "Cried, giving vent to impotence.
The coat of the Harpies his father's elbow, tugging furiously.
"Do not you dare to insult your mother! Where do you go from that babbanofilo your ridiculous Potter? "He hissed angrily.
"And you do not you dare to insult my friends!" Sirius replied, trying in vain to free himself. "They deserve the good person I am!"
He tried to break free from the strict father, trying to avoid it and jump towards the door, but stayed with the Orion will marble.
"It 's decision, Sirius, you're not coming in that school," said Ice, pulling it towards you until he was inches from his face and then looking into his eyes with all the authority he possessed.
He saw the boy's irises tinged with a genuine panic, as it was in a cage, before those new determination as he pulled to get free.
"I am an adult, I do what I want!" Said bold, with typical youthful expression.
"Not until my son," corrected him sharply Orion, in the grip of a sacrosanct exasperation and completely angry.
"So I do not want to be your son!" Sirius exclaimed, raising his voice.
Perhaps this dispute would continue and would be off like any other and so far it remains possible that Sirius to calm down, let cool off the anger and the baggage tisfying prepared pulse, but fate had decided otherwise.
His sentence had on the already tired of Orion such an effect, accumulating exhaustion and a sense of inadequacy for that relationship which had not been able to remedy defective, unable to recover his strange son lost a box for too long, that all she could do in anger, he was shoved by an involuntary movement of impatience. Pushed him away from you with all strength, tired, and Sirius stumbled into step behind his foot and lost his balance with a jolt of surprise.
Orion saw him start to fall and butting tightly against the wall, uneven and felt the thud of his head struck violently against the frame of the painting and its jolt of pain accompanied by a lament . He held out his hand while the momentum out of breath because he did not want, did not want to hurt him, he did not, was his son. He tried to grab his arm to help them but the boy struggled frantically with a sob, and his eyes filled with tears and ran his hand over his forehead to portray just stained with blood.
Orion almost groaned watching in horror as the blood of his son in disbelief because he had no intention to hurt him, never could.
"Sirius," he murmured in anguish, but the young man drew back and there was hate in her eyes.
"Do not touch me," hissed almost frightened, crossing his legs. "Do not you touch me ever again," he added in a voice vibrating with anger and rejection. His head was buzzing and hurt, the pain throbbed against his temple and ear. He also slammed his shoulder and felt the ache, stiff, with every movement.
"Sirius, calm down," said his father doing to get closer without even noticing the younger son who was looking anxious and desperate scene. "I did not want to hurt you. Lay down that trunk and tries to reason. Let me see that cut, "intimate incoherently, too angry, worried and guilty for exercising common sense.
"Do not I put anything. I'm leaving, " Sirius said, now completely shocked, turned around in the air as his chest.
"Sirius, stop!" Cried Orion, but the bewildered boy did not recognize his voice in prayer, only the order. And what was in his nature rebelled against the imposition by violence. He felt bad all over and tears blurred vision.
"I do not take more orders from you. Do not even think my father, you're just a bastard, "the attacked, clinging to door.
was too much. Orion felt the chill rise up in me and stood still while the expression on his face harden and her breath is unnatural calm. He tried as he could communicate with his son and he was sure that Sirius had tried to turn in the past. But there was no way. Stubborn to frenzy - like him, his eldest son, even more than that Regulus well as preferred - like two rams were thrown against each other and the distance that separated them was too great and absolute, as observed by the boy & rsquo ; other side of an abyss.
"If you go out that door now, never to return, because you will not be more open. I warn you, I am serious. You have my word of honor that if you go will not be part of this family tonight, as if it never existed, "he announced coolly, spitting venom and rancor. "Think about what you're doing," he added as if to warn him, he wanted to be treated as a grown man and would have been satisfied with all the consequences.
He did not know that that constraint was cathartic effect on Sirius, because among the things he never knew, things that Alphard had wisely tried to tell him, there was constraint to Sirius that reacted with the total rebellion. Did not notice the movement for emancipation and independence that shook him, but only saw him melt in an inexplicable smile, almost glowing, in which he recognized his own.
"do not ask for better," said Sirius tapping joy.
He turned back, stunned, momentarily forgetting than anything else, his brother did not notice on the door of the room, did not realize that anxiety across his face, replacing the usual coldness towards him. He passed the door and if you simply shut behind him.
Orion, motionless, she heard only the cries of animal suffering and rage of his wife and the bustle of the steps that Regulus ran away up the stairs, running up to her room and closes in . The boy threw himself on his bed and blinked his eyes, hiding his head under the pillow. It was not real, it was not true, it was happening to him, not his family.
His father, downstairs, staring at the door with an expression almost absent for a few seconds before turning and looking to push beyond the threshold of the room where his wife had abandoned against the table and cried softly, almost lifeless .
He turned back and staggered for a few steps, numb, to find himself in front of the stairs. He watched in a trance the picture frame into account when Sirius had hit his head, stretching hand almost touching it. He groaned, bringing it back to cover his mouth, and bending her head broke in tears for the second time in his life. Slid to sit on the step between gasps, sobbing quietly.
not be collected until he heard Walburga pass at his side, fast and decomposed. He hurried to get up and follow her upstairs, are in front of the tapestry of the family still pointed with her wand clutched in his trembling hand. From the empty hole occupied until then by the name of their eldest son went up the smoke and Walburga groaned with violence, beating her hand thin against the wall.
"Walburga," a choked voice called, grabbing his arms. She began to cry harder.
"Traitor, damn!" Sobbed distorted, weakly hitting her husband. "Filthy, dirty outcast! Disgusting, miserable ... "he shouted angrily, at the boy who could not hear," ... son, "whispered exhausted, melting tears in the arms of her husband.
Orion held her, remaining silent. There was nothing to say, Sirius had chosen a side, not theirs.
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