Post by sirius black on Aug 10, 2012 20:48:01 GMT -5
SIRIUS BLACK
Sirius was born to Orion and Walburga Black into the prestigious pure blood wizarding family. He suffered a miserable child hood in The House of Black with his younger brother Regulus who Sirius disliked as much of the rest of his family. He hated their views on the value, almost obsession, of pure blood and their support of the rising dark wizard known as Lord Voldemort. His rebellious and conflicting values to his family was most clearly shown when Sirius, expected to be sorted into Slytherin like the rest of his prideful family, was sorted into Gryffindor upon his arrival at Hogwarts and quickly became inseparable from his group of house- mates: James, Remus, and Peter.
Though Sirius was outrageously popular at school, he was quite the opposite at home. Unlike his 'perfect' little brother, Sirius was rebelliously prideful of being an outcast in his much despised family. He hung Gryffindor banners, posters of the muggle motorbikes he so adored, and even pictures of muggle girls in bikinis on his bedroom wall, securing them with a permanent sticking charm. His mother openly despised him and he was constantly reminded by how wonderful his brother and cousins (Bellatrix and Narcissa) were. Sirius treated most of his relatives with a burning indifference, but he hated his mother and Bellatrix most of all. The only family he was even moderately fond of were his cousin Andromeda and his uncle Alphard.
Meanwhile Hogwarts became a sanctuary to Sirius, an escape from his home and family. He was loved by friends, adored by his peers, and even his professors admired his intelligence despite all the trouble he made. Sirius and James were quite the trouble makers indeed, playing practical jokes, finding new ways to sneak around, and bullying the strange and unpopular Slytherin, Severus. He and his friends even went as far as to become unregistered animagi (James a stag, Peter a rat, and Sirius a Black Dog) to help their friend Remu, a werewolf, during the full moon, giving Sirius the nickname Padfoot.
Compared to his life at school, it seemes, his home life was almost intolerable. At age sixteen, after a particularly bad row with his mother, Sirius ran away from home, causing his mother to blast his name off the family tree. James' family graciously adopted Sirius and treated him like a son; Sirius had never been happier, and whats more Sirius' favorite uncle felt sorry for him and left him a large inheritance, causing his name to be blasted away as well.
Sirius has always been rebellious, clever, youthfully arrogant, and a trouble maker, but along with his wild and sometimes dangerous sense of humor and contempt and even hatred for anyone prejudice he posses the qualities that make him so different from his family: Bravery, nobleness, loyalty, morality, and a great sense of compassion for his friends.
Pheonix felt the rough dirt trail turn to soft grass under his boots as he made his way off of the dirt and down into the grassy mountain valley. After being spotted by a seeker two days ago Pheonix had been traveling nonstop to put distance between them. By now the sun was setting, turning the mountain peeks surrounding him into towering shadows, and he was dead on his feet.
Pheonix threw his old backpack down and lay in the soft, tall grass, feeling the burning of fatigue in his limbs ebb away. He closed his sightless eyes and listened to the night that had fallen upon him, alert for signs of danger. He heard the crickets chirping, the sound of a small animal stirring close by, but nothing of consequence, so he relaxed, pulled his rust red coat tight around him and allowed himself to sink into weary sleep.
The sound of reckless footsteps yanked Pheonix from his sleep. His pale blue eyes flashed open, but he remained still and silent where he was, praying that between the darkness and long grass he hadn't been seen. His heart thudded as he contemplated what to do, how had the seeker found him? Or was it even a seeker at all? He slowly pulled a knife from his inside coat pocket, hoping he wouldn't have to use it, he was so tired of the bloodshed, and even his blindness didn't save him from dreaming of the selfish, often shameful things he had done while just trying to survive. Suddenly the footsteps stopped.
Pheonix sat upright as a young woman's voice adressed him. He smiled as she asked is he where human or soul, "And why would you think my answer would be truthful?" he asked wearily, after all, no-one in their right mind would tell a seeker they were human. But was this a seeker? Suddenly something occured to Pheonix that made his heart race. The girls voice shook far too much for a seeker, not to mention her only weapon was a knife. A seeker would have a gun. He had assumed she was a soul, but what kind of a soul was armed? Could it be?
Pheonix leaped to his feet, all exhaustion suddenly gone, and pointed a finger in her direction, eyes wide in disbelief. "You! Your human!" he exclaimed, taking an excited step toward her, then he stopped himself, cursing his recklessness. "Alright, sorry, lets both put our knives down, and just talk like civilized beings, okay?" He said caution seeping back into his tone.
His heart wouldn't stop racing, he was almost suprised she couldn't hear it! He listened for any movement, any answer. What would it mean for him if this was a human? Was she alone, or could there be more? Pheonix shook his head and passed his hand through his matted blonde hair, bidding himself to be patient, not to ruin this situation.
