Hi everyone,
Your kind words for James Potter POV, have encouraged me to attempt another FF. I hope you like this one. If you have any ideas which you would like me to write about in this or my other FF, please let me know and I'll try to comply.
This FF is about Sirius POV, so I hope you enjoy!
I must have been switched at birth. That has to be the only explanation why I am a part of this family. The healers at St. Mungo's had made a mistake and put him with the wrong wizard family! These thoughts ran through Sirius' head as he had to sit through another interminable family dinner with the entire Black clan.
The dark haired, fair skin boy who looked so much like his father that it was impossible to believe that he belonged anywhere but the Black family, was sulking at the dinner table, at the celebration meant for him and his acceptance at Hogwarts. The elderly matriarch of the family, his grandmother was at the moment intoning the family with the nobilities of the House of Slytherin and of the Black family's honour in it.
Since Sirius had received that first letter saying he was accepted into Hogwarts ( not that it was unexpected), he had been bombarded with stories of this uncle and that aunt, and his great great grand uncle and his even greater than great, second cousin on his mothers side. The common link between all of these relatives was that they were all regal and time honoured members of the House of Salazar Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Sirius was becoming resigned to the fact that he would have to follow in his family's footsteps and become another 'great' Slytherin. But he didn't want to. That was the bottom line. No matter what Great Grand Uncle Roger did, Sirius was as intent not to get into Slytherin as his family was intent on him getting into Slytherin.
Aside from the forgone conclusion that his family expected that he would be in Slytherin, he was also repeatedly being reminded of his pure blood status and the responsibilities that it carried. He was constantly being reminded that to befriend anyone who was not pure blood was a disgrace of the Black family name. It was his responsibility to continue the tradition and honour of the family. For any eleven year old boy, this may have been too much, but for Sirius, who had grown up with these doctrines, it was the norm.
Bidding goodnight to the family at the end of dinner was a salvation for Sirius. He indicated that he had last minute preparations to see to before he left tomorrow for Hogwarts. With anticipation and dread in his heart, Sirius proceeded up the staircase to his room. On the landing he saw his brother Regulus sitting there eager it seemed for some of the attention that Sirius had been receiving since July. Pausing for a minute he studied his brother and a chill went up his spine at something in Regulus's eyes.
Sirius went into his room. Checking to ensure that his belongings were packed for his school year ahead, he dressed for bed. Laying there, looking up at the ceiling of his room, Sirius felt as though he was on the threshold of great adventures and wondered what lay ahead for him at Hogwarts.
The next part I think will focus on him meeting James and the Sorting- after that I'm open to ideas please!😳😊
Edited by shellytt - 15 years agoHi everyone,
Your kind words for James Potter POV, have encouraged me to attempt another FF. I hope you like this one. If you have any ideas which you would like me to write about in this or my other FF, please let me know and I'll try to comply.
This FF is about Sirius POV, so I hope you enjoy!
I must have been switched at birth. That has to be the only explanation why I am a part of this family. The healers at St. Mungo's had made a mistake and put him with the wrong wizard family! These thoughts ran through Sirius' head as he had to sit through another interminable family dinner with the entire Black clan.
The dark haired, fair skin boy who looked so much like his father that it was impossible to believe that he belonged anywhere but the Black family, was sulking at the dinner table, at the celebration meant for him and his acceptance at Hogwarts. The elderly matriarch of the family, his grandmother was at the moment intoning the family with the nobilities of the House of Slytherin and of the Black family's honour in it.
Since Sirius had received that first letter saying he was accepted into Hogwarts ( not that it was unexpected), he had been bombarded with stories of this uncle and that aunt, and his great great grand uncle and his even greater than great, second cousin on his mothers side. The common link between all of these relatives was that they were all regal and time honoured members of the House of Salazar Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Sirius was becoming resigned to the fact that he would have to follow in his family's footsteps and become another 'great' Slytherin. But he didn't want to. That was the bottom line. No matter what Great Grand Uncle Roger did, Sirius was as intent not to get into Slytherin as his family was intent on him getting into Slytherin.
Aside from the forgone conclusion that his family expected that he would be in Slytherin, he was also repeatedly being reminded of his pure blood status and the responsibilities that it carried. He was constantly being reminded that to befriend anyone who was not pure blood was a disgrace of the Black family name. It was his responsibility to continue the tradition and honour of the family. For any eleven year old boy, this may have been too much, but for Sirius, who had grown up with these doctrines, it was the norm.
Bidding goodnight to the family at the end of dinner was a salvation for Sirius. He indicated that he had last minute preparations to see to before he left tomorrow for Hogwarts. With anticipation and dread in his heart, Sirius proceeded up the staircase to his room. On the landing he saw his brother Regulus sitting there eager it seemed for some of the attention that Sirius had been receiving since July. Pausing for a minute he studied his brother and a chill went up his spine at something in Regulus's eyes.
Sirius went into his room. Checking to ensure that his belongings were packed for his school year ahead, he dressed for bed. Laying there, looking up at the ceiling of his room, Sirius felt as though he was on the threshold of great adventures and wondered what lay ahead for him at Hogwarts.
The next part I think will focus on him meeting James and the Sorting- after that I'm open to ideas please!😳😊
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