Titel: Tujours Pur (always pure)
Rating: PG
Språk: Engelska
En två-delad fanfiction som följer med Sirius Blacks liv. Det kommer att förekomma en hel del flashbacks, du vet att det är en flashback om en ny del börjar med kursiv text.
Prologue
“Come on, this way!”
Sirius' gaze was fixed over the shoulder from his best friend as they reached the black door in the end of the corridor. Tonks' pink hair dancing up and down as she ran ahead of them, she was after all one of the few people knowing exactly where they were heading.
“You're absolutely sure about this?” Kingsley's voice echoed behind him.
“There's nowhere else they could be”, Moody growled.
Sirius ignored them, adrenaline pumping in his ears as the gripped his wand tight in his right hand. This was the one moment he had been waiting for since he got out from Azkaban.
Tonks reached the door first, gripped the handle and pushed it open. It was a sight of pure violence, spells flying everywhere. Death Eaters running after what seemed to be a pack of children. Tonks was also the first one to raise her wand to aim a spell toward the blonde wizard Sirius instantly knew as Lucius Malfoy.
Soon thereafter all of them made their way down the stairs toward the middle of the room, gaining the Death Eaters attention as they kept on firing spells at them. Giving the kids a chance to get away from their grim grip.
Sirius reached the foot of the stairs, his wand raised and gaze wandering over the place. Where was Harry? He couldn't see him anywhere. He managed to duck from a killing spell that was aimed toward his head just in the last second.
“Black”, a voice sneered to his right. He spun around, facing a much ugly git.
Sirius grinned. “Long time no see, Crabbe. Gained a few more pounds on that belly, did ya?”
The Death Eater clenched his teeth and pointed his wand against Sirius. Let the fun begin.
Crabbe grinned, one of his teeth missing. The first dueling spell went way past Sirius' ear, the second one blasting a rock into pieces behind him.
“Supify!” Sirius roared, his spell missing Crabbe by inches.
“Gotten bad aiming, Black? Guess all that hiding made you weak!” Crabbe laughed.
Sirius' gaze darkened, no one called him weak! He took a step forward, Crabbe mirroring his every move while they continued to shower each other with spells. Stupify. Expelliarmus. Protego. Levicorpus! Sirius kept repeating the same spells inside his head as he shot them at the fat bastard. They had moved almost halfway around the huge room when Crabbe lost his balance on a loose rock and for a second lost his eye-contact with Sirius. He saw his opportunity and shot away a stunning charm that hit him right in the chest. Crabbe fell down to the ground, unable to move.
He breathed heavily as he gazed around, trying to find Harry. He could see Kingsley taking on two Death Eaters at once, Tonks dueling Sirius' long lost cousin Bellatrix… Helping his friend, Sirius cast Expelliarmus across the room that hit one of Kinglsley's opponents. His wand flying up in the air and Kingsley catching it before stunning his other duel-partner.
“Thanks!” he shouted over the loud noise. Sirius grinned and took a few steps back. Now, where are you, Harry?
His gaze found the round-chinned kid whose legs seemed to have been hit by a dancing spell as he lay on the floor. Only a couple of feet away from him, he finally found his godson. His heart skipped a beat as he rushed across the room toward the scene.
“Protego!” Harry shouted as a spell came flying toward him, hitting him by an inch on his chin causing him to fall down over the other boy.
The source of the spell, a Death Eater Sirius recognized as no one else than Dolohov, raised his wand. “Accio Proph-”
Sirius crached his shoulder into Dolohov causing him to fly a couple of feet and land hard onto the floor. He grinned victoriously as Dolohov got onto his feet again, confused by the sudden ambush.
“Avada Kedavra!” Dolohov shouted and Sirius was able to jump out of the way.
“Expelliarmus!”
Dolohov blocked Sirius' spell before starting to shoot a number of enchantments in his direction. Sirius did his best to avoid them and managed to slip one or two stunning spells toward his enemy between the blockingspells.
“Petrificus Totalus!” Harry's voice echoed beside Sirius, the spell hit Dolohov causing his legs and arms to snap together and he keeled over backwards, landing with a crash on his back.
“Nice one!” Sirius shouted before rushing over and taking a firm grip around Harry's neck to push him down to avoid stunning spells that flew over their heads. “Now I want you to get out of-”
His sentence got lost halfway as he once again forced Harry and himself to duck as a spell came flying by dangerously close. Sirius eyes darted upwards, toward Tonks who fell unconscious from the top of the stairs, his eyes wandered until he found the cause of her fall – Bellatrix was spurting across the room toward the fray. Sirius eyes darkened, he had never been particularly found with his mad cousin. Might as well end her pathetic excuse of a life while at it.
He turned toward Harry, his hand still in a firm grip around the boy's neck. “Harry, take the prophecy, grab Neville, and run!” he yelled and rushed after Bellatrix.
He reached Bellatrix on top of the dais, his pulse slowing down as he met her crazy gaze. Hatred bubbled up inside of him, it should be illegal to hate someone as much as he hated her.
She shrieked an ear-piercing laugh as she looked at him. “Sirius Black!” she made his name sound even more disgusting than he thought it was, like it was a decease.
He didn't even bother to answer her, instead he fired away a stunning spell that licked her awful black locks, making a huge string of it fall down beside her. She looked furious.
“What?” he laughed. “I thought you could use a haircut, since you're so disgusting.”
Bellatrix's eyes shot fire as she screamed and pointed her wand at his chest, firing the killing curse upon him. He dodged it cleverly by jumping to the side.
“You're making it too easy on me!” he called.
She growled, her crazy eyes gazing at him with such hatred. A jet of red light came zooming over his head as he ducked. “Come on, you can do better than that!” His voice filled with laugh as it echoed around the room. It was almost sick how much he was enjoying this.
He didn't see the second jet of red light flying toward him. He had been too occupied laughing and enjoying the thrill to even realize that she had fired another spell right after the first one. He didn't feel any pain. He wasn't even sure if he felt the spell hit him at all. But it did, right in his chest. The laugh of a boy still upon his once beautiful and handsome face, his eyes widened in shock. Then it all went pitch black, and he fell.
- - - Tujours Pur - - -
Sirius woke up with a start, his chest rising up and down furiously, his pulse racing. It was dark in the room, the only source of light was a small string that was able to sneak past the curtains at the window. He relaxed toward the soft surface on his bed, it had only been a dream, a bad dream. He let out a short sigh of relief as he closed his eyes again.
He wasn't even sure what the dream had been about, he remembered people, a lot of them, but he couldn't point out who they had been. A lot of spells as well, firing everywhere. It had been dark. The rest was a mystery.
He turned his head toward the nightstand, his hovering clock showing the time; 06.24am. It was still too early to get out of bed, he knew his mother would kill him if she found him sneaking around before breakfast. The thought of pissing her off amused him for a while. But that would mean punishment and he still had scars from the one he got last week.
He couldn't see himself as a troubled boy, it might just be the fact that he sometimes didn't agree with his parents. The only problem being, in their world, they were always right. Which meant that if he stepped on someones toes, even by mistake, he was the one who had to pay for the bandage.
To his own defense, threatening Kreacher to be given clothes had only been a joke. Only problem being he was the only one finding it funny when the hous-elf tried to run with his tiny legs screaming bloody murder.
His gaze fixating upon his window, it was so dirty he was even surprised that a string of light was able to shine through. It must be a nice summer day outside, which they hadn't gotten a lot of lately. To Sirius' despair. He hated being inside, that meant chores, grumpy faces and speeches about how important it was to behave and that muggles was worth about as much as a hous-elf – nothing. That's why he spent most of his free time during the day away from the house, so he didn't have to look at his family's discourage faces.
He looked at the clock again, 06.45am. Half an hour until it was breakfast downstairs. 7.15am sharp. If he came a minute late then it meant punishment, if he came five minutes too early it meant punishment. Man, would he be glad the day he got out of here to go to-
His heart skipped a beat. Today was the day. It had to be today. There was no other day that it could be. He was sure of it. He had been waiting for this day ever since he turned eleven. Today was the day he would get his letter from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. September first was only one week away and he was sure he would be accepted. Everyone wearing the name Black had to.
He was of course sure of it, he had used magic since he was a toddler. Even though he couldn't remember causing a bush across the street lit fire because his father didn't give him his toy wand back. Or the time he accidentally caused a woman to fall into a pond of water caused by the rain. Her expensive designer clothes hadn't been that fancy after that trip. It would have been funny if it hadn't been his aunt. Who was he kidding? It was still funny.
At 7.05am he got out of bed, walked across the cold room to his closet and reached for a pair of pants and a shirt. Socks and shoes were mandatory, because the Black family was supposed to show manners. Even if it was a hundred degrees outside.
Slowly he opened his door to the staircase and peeked outside. The only thing lighting the stairs up was a couple of candles here and there. He made sure not to make a sound as he closed the door behind him and tip-toed over to the door next to his.
He didn't even bother to knock, instead he walked straight inside before closing the door behind him soundlessly.
Compered to his room, this was a dream. Everything neatly folded in the closet, the bed already made and books organized in perfect piles on the desk. The boy sitting by the desk was shorter than Sirius and much younger. His black hair already combed to the side, his shirt tucked inside his pants and shoes tied in a fancy little knot. Sirius snorted at the sight of his brother.
“What's you doing there, Reg?” Sirius asked and took a couple of steps toward him.
The boy didn't care to give Sirius even a glance, he kept on writing something in a notebook in front of him.
Sirius took another step so he was close enough to peek over his brother's shoulder.
“Get away!” the boy shrieked and closed his notebook.
“What are you writing, Reg?” Sirius asked. “I didn't even know you could write.” He grinned amused at Reg's furiously red face.
“My name is not Reg, Sirius, it's Regulus. Now get out of my room!”
“Right, I forgot my own brother's name”, Sirius muttered and rolled his eyes. “So mother can call you whatever she wants but I can't? I mean snugglepuff and cutiepie might not work for me but-”
“Shut it”, Regulus hissed. Sirius looked down at him, he was a head taller and much more muscular than his pale and slender brother.
Sirius reached for the notebook in Regulus' hands and snatched it from him.
“What are you doing? Give it back!”
Sirius jumped away from his brother's attempt of taking it back and held it out of his reach as he read; “List of features needed for the Dark Lord.” Sirius grin faded. “What is this?”
Regulus snatched it back and hid it behind his back. “It's what you should be focusing on.”
“Reg-”
“Regulus.”
“Fine, Regulus, you're only nine. You shouldn't care about that stuff yet.” Sirius gave him a serious stare which his little brother shook of.
“Father and mother says it's better to start yearly, that the Dark Lord only-”
“I don't give a shit about what they say, do you want to die!” He was on the edge of screaming, but kept himself in chess in case his mother would hear them.
Regulus narrowed his eyes. “Shut up or I'll tell mother.”
“You wouldn't.”
“Try me.”
They cast angry gazes at each other for what felt like a lifetime, before Regulus' alarm went off. It was time to go down for breakfast. Sirius tore his gaze away. “One word and I swear to make you suffer.”
Regulus pointed his tongue out at his older brother and pushed himself past him toward the door. Sirius following him close behind.
They rushed down the stairs in such a hurry that it echoed around the whole house. Sirius close behind Regulus as they entered the dark kitchen. Their mother standing behind her chair at the end of the table, making a gesture for the boys to take their normal places. Sirius glanced over the table, only three plates.
He looked at his mother. “Where is father?”
She gave him a disapproving look, of course, he had already disobeyed one of their rules. No talking before sitting down by the table. He looked down at his plate, he knew he should feel ashamed but all he felt was anger.
His mother, Walburga Black, was a tall and slim woman with long blonde hair and a beautiful appearance. It was hard to tell that the stunning witch bore such an awful personality, at least if you asked her eldest son.
“Toujours Pur”, she said. Regulus copied her words with pride in his voice. Sirius said nothing and kept his gaze stubbornly focused on his plate. He could feel the burn that his mother was giving him, it was killing him.
“Sirius Orion Black”, Walburga hissed. “We're waiting.”
Sirius clenched his fists beside his body. It was either the words or no food for the rest of the day. The thought of him going away soon made it feel easier, as he repeated the words his mother and brother had said in a murmur; “Toujours Pur.”
“Good, sit down.” Both boys did as they were told.
Soon Kreacher came creeping around the corner, scooping up food on their plates. Sirius looked down at his eggs and bacon, he noticed that his amount was noticeably less than his brothers.
He looked up at his mother one again. “Where is father?”
She raised her gaze annoyingly and met his eyes. They were cold, he swallowed, he knew that meant that he was already in trouble. “He got an emergency at work.”
Sirius opened his mouth to ask more, but got interrupted by Regulus: “I have something to show you, mother.”
Walburgas eyes softened immediately as they fell upon the younger boy. He reached for his back pocket and handed the notebook over to his mother. She opened it carefully and started reading in silence.
Sirius took a bite of his breakfast, avoiding to burst out a comment to his brother about how irritating he was.
“Absolutely stunning, honey”, she finally said and gave the notebook back to Regulus. “Just wait until your father hears about it.” She turned toward Sirius. “Where is your book that your father gave to you?”
Regulus grinned toward Sirius. “Yeah, Sirius, where is your book?”
The right answer would be that he had tossed it out from his window the second he had gotten it and watched as a dog tore it apart, but that would be very inappropriate to say in front of these people. Then again, what would they expect after being given a notebook which function was supposed to be gathering thoughts about being a pureblood? That he would eagerly start writing different ways about how muggleborns should be killed? No way in hell.
“It's ugh… It's… It's just upstairs”, he said. “With my other books.”
Walburga saw straight through him but didn't say anything, he was sure father would hear about it sooner or later.
“Did- uh – did my letter come?” he asked slowly and carefully.
“What letter?”
“Uh – the letter from Hogwarts, of course?” Sirius said starting to feel nervous. What if he didn't get it? What if they thought he wasn't a fit for their school or even worse, what if he was a squib! What if he had to live the rest of his childhood locked inside this house, listening to his mother and father and watching the little freak houself doing it's so called job?
“Ah, that letter,” Walburga said. Sirius felt the knot in his stomach release as she got up from her seat and walked toward the drawer near the window where they kept their newspapers. She opened the top drawer and scrambled around it before pulling out an envelope. “You mean this? It arrived a week ago.”
Sirius heart sunk. A week ago? “Why didn't you say anything?” He got up on his feet and took the letter from his mother's hands.
Walburga shrugged and sat back down. “Why didn't you ask?”
Sirius blood started to bubble inside of his vanes. He hates this, he hated her, he hated everything related to this fucking place! He walked straight past his mother and brother, rushed up the stairs and didn't even bother to care that his mother called after him about eating breakfast. He didn't care about the consequences he would get for rushing off like that. He only cared for the one thing tight in his hand – the letter which was the key to his freedom.
He didn't stop until he reached the top floor and opened the door to his room. He closed it with a loud BANG behind him before turning around and letting out a sigh of relief. He was safe. For now.
Kreacher wasn't allowed inside his room, he had banned the freak a long time ago after trying to rip his clothes apart on purpose. Clothes, magazines, toys and papers lay all over the floor. His sheets hadn't been replaced in weeks and his desk was over flooded with stuff. He jumped on top of his bed and finally allowed himself to look down at the envelope in his hands.
Mr S. Black
First Room on the Top Floor
12, Grimmauld Place
Islington, London
His hands fumbled with the back red seal that kept the envelope closed. He had waited so long for this moment and now he was so close from finally experiencing it.
Slowly he opened it and unfolded the letter before starting to read: “Dear Mr Black. We are pleased to inform you that… “
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