BLACK, Sirius Orion

sirius orion black

PERSONALITY

Boggart: Mostly is just James, but on occasions also Remus and Peter, turning their back on him, ignoring him, abandoning him, not having the people that he cares most about in the world care for him anymore. Being a stray dog. It used to be his mother when he was younger.
Mirror of Erised: There would be plenty of people surrounding him, front and center however would be Remus, Peter and Lily, side by side with his family, Regulus on his left and James on his right.
Patronus: Dog - he had troubles with this and took him a while to find a powerful enough happy memory with the Marauders, after a full moon as they were eating junk food and making their way back from the Shack. Lately however it's the feeling of being involved in something that can have an impact, and Mrs. Potter's kidney pie.

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True to his animal form Sirius is, if nothing else, loyal. Loyalty had been a part of him even as a child as he and Regulus bonded in their cold family upbringing, it grew to something more carefree and obvious form around his friends and especially towards James. Then it got a bit over the top since he managed the transformation as he’d get extremely offensive if anything or anyone threatened those that he cared for and now he is as loyal to the Auror department. He’s not keen on being left alone and while at school it was a non issue but as now he lives alone, it became a problem.

In school he used to be at the bottom of every prank and keen to do the unthinkable, getting involved in Quidditch as a Beater, becoming an Animagus, discovering girls, taking an interest in studies that weren’t really necessary for school and running around the grounds all because he didn’t want to have time to think. Keeping busy isn’t as easy these days as he has responsibilities, which mean working his ass off to graduate the Auror program, with the scut work and going over unimportant details as it is his job. His friends have their own goals and ideals and he is anxious as the war is all around them. Little time for distractions can be granted and just as little for his carefree attitude. He can’t be the rebel anymore, not at all times, but he still tries to bring out as much fun in the world as it seems to need it more than ever. Not at work though, well, not always, but all around he finds the means to a good time with his friends.

Dating isn’t something that he's focused on as he has little time for that, nor had his attention been captured in that way, being to busy to pay as much attention as possible to his friends and the Auror training. Flings aren’t uncommon, having it easy to chat someone up at a random pub, but he is not one to open up and profess ardent emotions for anyone. He is rather cold, while keen to physical closeness, it isn’t easy to get him to drop the walls that kept him safe during his teenage years. No one made it through that barrier once it had been set in place. Unable to truly open up entirely to anyone, he thinks it best to keep that part of himself away from view and is prone to cracking during nights alone and had on more than one occasion woke up screaming because of it. Which is why he never takes girls to his flat.

HISTORY

Mother: Walburga Black nee. Black, 45, Slytherin, pureblood.
Father: Orion Black, 52, Slytherin, pureblood.
Siblings: Regulus Arcturus Black, 7th year, Slytherin, pureblood.
Partners: none that would keep up
Others: James Ignotus Potter, 19, Gryffindor, stag (pureblood).
Remus Lupin, 19, Gryffindor, wolf boy.
Peter Pettigrew, 19, Gryffindor, rat.
Euphemia Potter, 59, Hufflepuff, Mrs. Doe (pureblood).
Fleamont Potter, 60, Gryffindor, Mr. Antlers (pureblood).

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The Black’s were a family that cared too much for the purity of their blood and went for a marriage between two cousins that needed the fruits of their labor in order to hold their position. After three girls from the other side of the family and two miscarriages on their part everyone had been growing anxious; was it wrong to have kept to their blood as much? Would it backfire on them?

Sirius was the first born of Walburga and Orion Black and he had been the promise of a future for the Black line and pride grew back within the family. The second son of the proud Black’s came not even a year afterwards and Walburga and Orion became a bit too boastful with having assured the continuity of their line through two male heirs. Because of this they spoiled and pampered their children, showing them off at parties and gatherings of the pureblood society, only adding to their social standing of being part of the Sacred Twentyeight .

To the outside world they were the perfect family, but the Black cousins became parents out of obligation, not love and while they would honor their role, they cared little for the boys, aside for what their existence promised. Behind closed doors things were not as stable as Sirius grew anxious, eager and mischievous. As a Black, etiquette, history, status, magic, pureblood ideals and dance classes were considered enough. He was their first born, their heir and the example that the Black’s could maintain their blood purer than others, that making them better than all the rest.

Sirius wanted to have fun, as he was a child and left undisciplined, went astray. They would tell him not to play football with the muggle neighbors as it was beneath him, they’d tell him not to turn the House Elf Heads red as that wasn’t their purpose, they would tell him what not to do but as no repercussion were taken, he continued to do all those things and more. Regulus would tag along also but he was more responsible and did not want his parents to be disappointed, Sirius was just bored in that house were nothing fun seemed to happened and was always looking for things to do. The boys were left alone most of the times aside from the House Elf and the occasional sitter and grew close to each other, spent time together and looked out for one another. That was the extent of love that was shared in the family by their parents.

After another casual week, he was around five years old and during another dull class about society norms, he got the broom he was supposed to learn how to “properly” fly on, got to fly around the Tapestry Room and ripped a rather large part of it. For that he did get disciplined in a way as his mother screamed the rest of the tapestry off the wall while berating him. He, while surprised, screamed back and stormed off. Sirius didn’t understand at first what had happened as the tapestry could be fixed by magic and had been fixed by the end of the day, as his mother hadn’t yelled at him till then. He went to his room without being told to, feeling angry and shaken by the exchange. Only came down stairs for dinner and by then things appeared normal.

During pureblood society parties hosted by the Black’s he was also not to push their buttons as his mother would yell again once the party was over and they’d be left alone. Sirius didn’t think that it would bother them if he’d play with Regulus instead of being by their side during boring adult conversations where he was only present as a means to boast, or listen to Uncle Alphard’s amazing stories about adventures that he had. To the outside world he was their pride and joy, when he felt like nothing else but a dog on parade. The yelling started to happen more often as he kept playing with the muggle children around the block and he wasn’t a toddler anymore and should have known better by then, he kept being loud and their response to his antics only made him angry at them. Thinking that the only thing that he’ll get was being yelled at, it didn’t frighten him, but nor did it make him obedient. When they weren’t at home he’d go about his day normally; play with Regulus, pester the tutors and sneak out to play football. When they were at home he learned how to not get caught.

Most of their rules didn’t make sense to him but as he turned eleven the letter from Hogwarts came and it made little importance in the house as it was an expected arrival. For Sirius it meant that he wouldn’t have to play by their rules anymore. He got fitted robes and boarded the train after having been taken to King’s Cross by his parents, mostly for appearances which was something his parents cared much for. Once on the train he met James Potter. Sirius knew of the Potter’s and knew that they weren’t part of the Sacred Twentyeight anymore but it mattered little to him as the boy was fun and interesting. They became quick friends and later were joined by two other boys. Sirius wasn’t happy with his family, aside from Regulus, caring little about their views and ideals but that only became clear during his sorting.

The hat was placed on his head and the only thing he heard was: ”Sly … hmmm … but what is that I see?! … hmm … quite curious …Very interesting indeed … cunningness and boldness … this is quite a privilege …” he didn’t understand why it took so long and the word he only heard the start of in the beginning, wasn’t it a given considering … “… a given you say? Hmmm … not quite a simple feat to sort you …. There is a sense of righteousness and too much mischief … Quite the Black we have here … almost sorted you in the wrong place … but it’s all here … in your head … all your convictions and they are strong, and beliefs and they are intensely argued against … you don’t listen much as I can see … I’m glad I didn’t made it swift for you because boldness means bravery and righteousness means something else entirely than what is probably expected … but not from a … GRYFFINDOR!!!“ as the Hat was taken off of his head Sirius saw the Great Hall in complete silence and as he rose to his feet and made his way towards the table that sported red and gold banners on it, he heard the whispers starting.

That night would have been horrible if not for James Potter. The unruly haired boy distracted him from the moment he sat down next to him at the Gryffindor table till they went to bed. Morning came however with breakfast being horribly interrupted by a Howler brought by his family’s owl. ”YOUUUU FILTH …” the words echoed through the Hall ”YOU DISGRAAAACE, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE VERMIN OF MY WOMB …” Sirius was staring at the letter that exploded in his mothers menacing voice that he got to know by that point ”DISEASE OF MY LOINS, ABOMINATION, SHAME FROM MY FLESH, THE DISHONOR OF THE NAME … HAVE YOU ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE?! …YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE!” Sirius didn’t move as he had somehow expected it. Anger flared as the words went on. ”TRAITORS OF THE NAME SHALL ANSWER AND THE CONSEQUENCES FOR THIS AUDACITY ARE …” hands were clenched into fists as the letter burst into flames. That letter had been his mother’s temper trying to wash her hands of off him and he turned it into ashes which had been his uncontrolled temper giving her the middle finger. Being used to her attitude by that point, it only angered him because of it being as public. It was the first proof that things weren’t as simple for him at home, but he tried to swift attention from it.

First half of first year went by quite normally. James became his best friend as they shared an adventurous spirit and Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew were added with ease. Sirius’s desire to enjoy life with fewer rules offered by the castle made him ease into his playfulness, while studying grabbed his attention. He was a fast learner and would do the assignments required of him as they were interesting, unlike what he had learned at home.

Winter came all too soon for his liking and by December he was at King’s Cross again and wound up going home alone as no one expected him at the train station. It wasn’t a long distance to walk but as he arrived home he was greeted in the coldest fashion. Orion was in his study and Kreacher told him that he was to meet his father there. Sirius couldn’t hear another sound come from the rest of the house. His trunk being taken upstairs and the office having an open door, expecting him, he just walked in. Orion wasn’t a man who yelled, he talked, in a calm and steady voice, never raising his tone. That evening Sirius learned that he did the same with his wand and with his hands. It came as a shock when he first felt the sting of the spell, or when he was asked to stand still and just take it because it was what he deserved, and then, when the punishment was over, to be sent to his room and only come down for dinner.

Not having tucked his shirt in was another rule broken, speaking when not spoken to broke their order and so, most of that winter had been spent in his room being punished for the most ludicrous things imaginable. Regulus was not to talk to him and that only made the whole thing worse. He didn’t write James or anyone else, didn’t spoke to anyone about it and only said that things were boring. Sirius didn’t want to give his parents the pleasure.

Back at school, Hogwarts became his escape from all of that and he took advantage of the liberties given at school to relieve the anger that he held inside. The others could tell that something did happen but he kept it in and would always change the subject. The last thing he wanted was to admit to all of it happening. Classes and assignments kept him busy and he would also go about having as much fun as possible.

That first summer home was hard to bear for a boy that had been left to his own devices before going to Hogwarts to now be punished for all the little things. Being late for breakfast or not wearing the proper attire, for breakfast. The punishment depended on how big of a discretion it had been, from a slap to being sent to bed with no dinner, a study session with his father or a screaming showdown with his mother. Walburga wasn’t gentle, with words, hands or wands, she didn’t tease like his father but relished in the power she gained by raising her voice or pointing her wand. It only took one spell to get him into a corner. The only defense he had been bursts of magic when the anger got to be too much for his to control and that wasn’t exactly welcomed. His wand was taken from him as soon as he’d arrive and be given back only when he’d leave.

Over the course of his second year, it became obvious that their fellow dorm mate was hiding something and they eventually figured out what all those absurd excuses covered up. After all, how often could a relative be sick? They confronted him and the truth willed out. They spent time trying to figure out a way to help and as Sirius stayed at the castle over the winter, he kept searching for anything that might aid them in their quest. The fact that animals weren’t in danger when in the presence of a wolf opened the right can of worms and they started studying Animagi over the following years.

Summers weren’t getting better and so he began spending time away from that house as often as he could. Either roaming through London, reading in coffee shops or going to James, he always found something to do, but the Black library room was also well stocked and had plenty interesting things in it. Missing books wasn’t something easily spotted so he was covered, but he tried his best not to get home after they were there, not really asking for the punishments that came nonetheless but could always be worse. In a way he had gotten used to them and was aware that no matter what he’d do they wouldn’t stop. That is, unless he’d be something entirely different from what he was.

While in his first year he wasn’t as openly seeking to cause trouble, it grew however as the years passed. Pranks were an obvious choice, but they got wilder and more erratic as the punishments at home got more intense. Some pranks were even dangerous and detentions weren’t few in numbers. Throughout his Hogwarts years Sirius wanted to do anything not to think of how things were for him while at home. It wasn’t difficult to keep his mind busy while in the company of his friends as at any given point at least one idea would be brought up and they’d have another plan to sort out, another prank to plot, the school grounds was their oyster and they were diving deep to get the pearl. Aside from first year winter break, he only went home for the summer and always dreaded it. Things only got worse as he got older and would start to respond to their attitude. Sirius didn’t exactly fight back, still wand less as he was, he couldn’t, but he would talk back to them, to each in their own way. He’d never admit it but his mother scared him.

With the end of fourth year came the last summer that he spent in that house and to his surprise they weren’t as angry at him anymore when he got home. They seemed to have finally accepted the fact that he would never be the better son, that he would never continue their legacy and prolong their values. They seemed to finally acknowledge that he would never be like Regulus. At first sight things seemed normal, as they had been before he started attending Hogwarts. There were parties where Uncle Alphard would be he’s usual self, too keen to have fun and spend time with his nephew, like he always did whenever he came over. Sirius had considered talking to him about it but the idea that if he’d admit to the abuse, they would somehow win, stopped him. Meals were a pleasant affair again; no more punishments and that should have raised a few flags. It only did when he had been summoned in his father’s study after one especially pleasant party. As he entered he expected another session from his father’s wand, but that didn’t come, not at first at least.

They got to talking about his future, about his plans and having relaxed all through summer, barely ever leaving the house anymore, he let his guard down and didn’t read between the lines as he should have. Orion started talking about the party after having covered Sirius’ aspirations to become an Auror and mentioned a few of the girls present the other night. Sirius had noticed some of them but none had sparked an interest as he liked some girls at school better, which he knew better than to mention of. Then Orion demanded that he pick one. To marry. Pointing that it was more than he was worthy of, but the name demanded a proper arrangement. One that would suit their standing.

The exchange that followed however hadn’t been as calm on Sirius part, or as spell less on Orion’s. Orion moved to the desk and got his wand while Sirius got up from his seat but only managed to stand and look as his father pointed his wand at him ”Kreacher shouldn’t have to busy itself on your behalf. I think you understand. Deprimo!” immense pressure overpowered Sirius and fell to the ground turning his head to the side. ”You need to understand, son, that this can go my way or the easy way. And again, I give you a choice. Don’t ever say that I’m not understanding … Carpe Retractum!” Sirius went to his feet against his desire and his neck into his father’s extended hand grabbing him tight and holding him to his feet ”… of your determination against us for all these years. How much do you think me and your mother can take?” he let go and Sirius fell at his feet grabbing at his neck now as the signs already started to appear. ”Affligo!” and Sirius’ jaw got struck by the force of the curse.

The boy managed to get up after that and with blood dripping on his chin and neck bruised up, he still looked at him ”Just a bit more, as usual, father darling.” he forced himself to go back to his snappy remarks as he tried to fight back. He didn’t have his wand, he didn’t have anything but his fists but he would not accept any more of that. He started towards his father, determined to get at least a punch or two before getting knocked back down again. ”Everte Statum!” came the flash that threw Sirius backwards. But within seconds he was up again.

”Do you really need your wand for this?” he spat at his father “I don’t have mine, so … won’t really be fair. Aren’t you a man?!” he stood a few yards away from him as the blast of the curse sent him back into the wall. “Castreo!” the man still didn’t put down his wand as Sirius fell to his knees holding at his crotch area doubling over in pain.

“Are you? What would you be if it weren’t for me? Walburga wanted to throw you out when you got sorted, but I stopped her. You’d be on the streets if it weren’t for me. Knutless and homeless, but you are a Black and you will marry her and be well off, not having to worry about your situation for the rest of your life. Or would you rather be exiled like your cousin? Will that suit you better?” his tone was still calm, temperament wasn’t something his part of the Black family had. “Divesto!” Sirius’ pants and shirt were ripped at the seams and made to look ragged and torn “Pediculosis!” and lice were swarming in his hair as it began to itch him already “Is this what you want? After everything you put us through you can’t even get married to a girl whose company you enjoyed?”

Sirius stood up straight as his clothing barely clang to him, twitching slightly at the itching but trying to ignore it “I stayed, because, despite of everything, you’re my father! I stayed because of Regulus! I never agreed to your way and I never will as your way is completely insane.”

“Everberus!” Sirius flew backwards from the force of the strike. The door flew open and Walburga came in. A few seconds of silence as the boy looked between the two of them from the ground “ELECTRO!”. The words came from Walburga and Sirius fell to the floor shaking for a few seconds before blacking out.

His family taught him one thing. That he was the only one that would take care of him. The only thing they had cared for was blood and they had made that clear since the first Howler came. Battered and bruised Sirius had been taken to his room as he was unable to stand alone, and left there. When he woke up it was dark outside and everything hurt. Getting out of bed he grabbed the mirror he had in his nightstand thinking off calling James, but then, he left his room and there were still voices in the house, he couldn’t talk to James but the idea caught life. He sneaked into his father’s study as the voices came from their bedroom at the top floor, opened the bureau’s drawer and got his wand. The plan was to grab some of his things and run away, but as he went for the stairs, he heard footsteps. Without a second thought, he opened the front door and left. Everything left behind but the clothes he had on, some change, a mirror in his pocket and his wand. He took the Knight Bus to James, as he usually did, for the last time.

The Potter’s taught him the opposite was in fact true. Arriving at their door with a swollen eye, ravished clothes and shacking all over, he was taken in without many questions. They wanted the Ministry to do something but he stopped them, convinced them that Regulus was fine as they never laid a hand on his brother. Sirius made a pact with Mrs. Potter that night. As he considered dropping out of school before fifth year, because he had no money, she talked him into continuing as that would be the only way to repay his parents, and the only way she’d allow him to stay, and them paying for his school. Far from telling him to get out, she gave him the incentive necessary to remain in school and fight for his future.

In fifth year they managed to understand the complexity of the Animagus transformation. Having spent more than the usual amount of time in the Library, going through the Restricted Section for more in-depth Transfiguration study, after several failed attempts and months spent holding, chocking and even swallowing that bloody leaf, Sirius managed to go through the whole month necessary, barely talking as he had to keep that leaf in his mouth the whole time. Making other people believe that he turned mute, or had taken a vow of silence, or had a bet going, the excuses were endless, but it amused him to have everyone wondering. It also kept his mind busy, the whole ordeal, but it was necessary for the spell to work and when he finally turned into his animal form, in the Black Forrest on a full moon as was required, he directly went to case after his tail. He thought it was the best thing ever.

That was until he started to notice girls. It was easy for him to get a girlfriend as he had the mystery about him as he barely ever talked about himself, the looks granted by the Black genes and the careless bad boy attitude that girls seemed to be particularly fond of. He was too busy however not to think about his family, planning future pranks, becoming an illegal Animagus, full moons and worry about his future to have the time necessary for a love story. Also, he didn’t like the idea of tying anyone to him, or being tied down himself.

While staying with the Potter’s started as a sanctuary for him, it was also the place where he learned to become more responsible. Aside from having fun with James any way possible, he also managed to get a job as a helper in the little Pub in Godric’s Hallow and he started saving money. Sirius was stubbornly holding on to the plan that he had made. Only stay at the Potter’s till he finished school. In order to do that he had to have some money and manage to find a way to be able to live on his own once that time would come. The pay wasn’t much but he saved as much as he could. Whenever he wasn’t at school, he would work in that place and the owner understood and accepted the arrangement.

The death hadn’t made the papers. It wasn’t splattered across the front page of The Prophet. It came in a letter before seventh year and only fueled his anger at how everything was turning out to be. One of the very few people that he could still call family was dead. Alphard Black was dead and in the note he learned that the man with the indecent jokes and amazing stories had mentioned him in his will. At the reading of the will Sirius was faced with his parents again. No words had been exchanged. No looks. Nothing. The money was there, in his Gringotts account and he had no idea what to do with it.

As they knew more about the school grounds than possibly any student that had wondered the grounds, the four boys came with the idea of the map. It took some work to get all the charms to fit and they all chipped in with whatever they could and managed to get it to properly function signing it with their code names as it was finished. It was a master.

Once he finished Hogwarts he stubbornly moved out, against Mrs. Potter trying to talk him into staying a while longer. He wanted to prove to himself that he could take care of himself. Concerning most things he managed, food making however wasn’t something that came easy for him. He was always welcomed for Sunday dinner at the Potter’s though and he never missed an invitation. It hadn’t been easy to find a flat to rent, because while his budget wasn’t low as he had more than enough to buy a place, but he was, by muggle appreciation, a kid and he had no stable prospects. The owners would take one look at him and tell him no. It had been frustrating.

Irritated with how things had gone after one week of meeting with landlords, he found a place that was exactly what he wanted; large living room, barely any kitchen, a bathroom, generous balcony and an upstairs bedroom. The owner tried to let him down easy saying that he wanted to sell in fact and it would only be available for a few months. Sirius bought it off his hands as a response. The flat wasn’t much but it had an air that made him feel comfortable in it and there was no furniture which suited him just fine. It was in London as he didn’t want to live away from the city. Having grown up on those streets, knowing the city like the palm of his hand, it seemed unnatural for him to look elsewhere. While money had been something that he just inherited, he still got a job as a bartender at a near-by pub and worked to give himself something to do, until applications were opened for trainee Aurors. Sirius didn’t want to just do nothing, he hated not having an activity and he wasn’t planning to spend all the money he had stupidly.

Out of all the jobs he could have gotten with the N.E.W.T.’ s he worked for at Hogwarts, this had been the only one that interested him since before he ran away, and as he was still struggling with the feeling that he had his hands tied behind his back, he needed to get involved into something. The Daily Prophet was flooded with news of attacks and people going missing. While none of it had happened to him directly he could see it all around and he needed to focus the anger that he still held inside of himself into something more productive than pranks as school days were over.

After the interview and the physical tests, Sirius was accepted into the program and he started training in the Auror department in July and was pushing through the challenges that came with it. The only other major investment he spent money on, as he understood what money meant by that point and knew not to waste it, was a motorcycle. Sirius knew that his uncle would have liked the irony.

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Play By: Ben Barnes
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