 Grim Lover
PART 2 - Oh, joyful summer12, Grimmauld Place, London, was always gloomy, but it seemed to be even darker during the summer holidays. At least it did for Sirius Black.
He had honestly thought that his parents would be proud at him after his first year at Hogwarts. He had been among the top of the class in every subject, he had a good chance of becoming the next Chaser for his House Team, he had made friends already and his House had even won the House Cup – although his parents didn’t know that he preferred losing points to getting points. He had also made some very good friends at Hogwarts. James, whom he had met on the train, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, both very good friends and pranksters.
Earlier that day his mother had shouted at him again for landing himself in Gryffindor. Besmirching the honour of the family. He sighed deeply and looked out of the window again. An owl from his best friend James would arrive soon. The only speck of light on the dark horizon of the holidays.
He got up from his place next to window and went over to his desk, where his black owl, Kastor, was sitting and waiting for any letters to deliver. Sirius raised his hand and stroked the soft feathers. Kastor hooted softly. “Sorry, mate, I don’t have any letters yet. You’ll have to wait a few more days, then you can send Peter his birthday present, okay?” The owl hooted in agreement.
As the sun was beginning to set Sirius felt his stomach starting to rumble. That day he just didn’t feel like having dinner with his family, as it would only result in more insults, shouting and eventually him being sent to bed without any food. So he decided to call for the houself. “Kreacher!”
A small pop! announced the arrival of the elf. It was already getting old, white hair growing out of his ears, wearing a few rags. Sirius’ hate for Kreacher was maybe even bigger than Kreacher’s hate for Sirius. “Master called for Kreacher?” he said, bowing low. “But Kreacher doesn’t want to serve him, the Gryffindor scum,” he mumbled under his breath.
“I’m hungry, Kreacher. You are to bring me some dinner to my room. Immediately,” he added as an afterthought and ignoring Kreacher’s insults as usual.
“Whatever the Master wishes Kreacher will do,” the elf said silkily and vanished from sight. Sirius sighed and went back to staring out of the window while waiting for the elf’s return.
He suddenly heard his younger brother, Regulus, running through the corridor outside. Giggling. He had obviously just recieved his daily gift from their mother.
“I just hate holidays,“ Sirius muttered softly.
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