#whatwedontknow

"we need a name"

"for what?"

"us."

"why?"

Sirius Black always imagined freedom to sound louder.

He thought there would be a sudden moment of glory where he finally escaped. A slammed door. A shouted goodbye. Something dramatic enough so that the whole world knew what had happened.

Instead, Grimmauld Place was quiet.

It was always quiet.

The silence was suffocating, every moment like the house was holding its breath. Waiting for the mistakes to happen.

He stood with his trunk at his feet, his mind blurring out the sound of his mothers threats that swirled and ricocheted off the walls of Grimmauld Place.

Blood Traitor

Ungrateful

Disgrace to the Noble House of Black

But for Sirius, he had been called these so often they no longer sounded like insults. No, they sounded like his name.

The silence in his mind shattered as dark hexes flew from Walburga’s wand, green sparks erupting from her wand, illuminating the doorway for just a moment.

“After everything we have given you, you dare run from the only family you have ever known?” she screeched, aiming her wand to her own son’s heart.

For the first time in 16 years, Sirius didn’t flinch.

“I didn’t ask for any of this!” he protested, taking out his own wand.

Walburga laughed. A hollow, raspy sound that made the portraits jump into a frenzy. 

Then another curse, this time aimed straight at his chest.

Sirius deflected it with practiced ease, from all the times he had been cursed so she could catch him and 

drag him into the drawing room. Or perhaps it came from countless afternoons in the Hogwarts corridors, trading harmless spells with James until Professor McGonagall threatened them both with detention.

Sirius wasn't sure anymore.

The hex bounced off and into a heavy suit of armour, crashing down with a cacophony of noise that only made Walburga laugh even louder. The scratching of her voice paired with searing blind unadulterated anger. Without warning, she threw another curse.

The scarlet eruption hit Sirius squarely in the chest, the force sending him flying backwards as he doubled down in pain, a burning, twisting feeling in his ribs, eating him alive from the inside.

Not unbearable, but familiar.

“Look at you, you think you can escape? You’re just as weak as those blood traitoring families in that wretched house of yours. Choosing them over your own blood and honour” she spat, her voice raw enough to scrape the walls.

Sirius laughed. He couldn’t help it. 

“They are my blood. More than you-or anyone, has ever been.” he choked back, regaining his footing. 

Walburga looked shocked- no not shocked, disgusted. Unable to comprehend what her own son had just said. Her face twisted into an ugly scorn.

“You dare compare them to the Noble House of Black?” she said, her voice calm now.

Another hex flew from the tip of her wand, but Sirius moved and dodged it, making it crash into an ornament behind him, breaking the ancient glass into a million pieces. It was almost funny, how ever since he was young he was terrified of breaking something, only now realising it never truly belonged to him anyways.

He reached down for his trunk.

Walburga screamed.

“If you dare walk out that door you are no son of mine!”

Sirius paused, his hand resting on the brass handle. 

“I stopped being your son a long time ago.”

The door opened, and the chilling November air came rushing in like water, the breeze hitting his face.

For the first time in his life, Sirius walked out of Grimmauld Place with nowhere to go, and for him, nowhere felt freer than home.

However, back at Grimmauld Place, hiding around the corner, where the tapestry hung, Regulus Black had witnessed the whole event. His frame shook as his mother retreated, throwing another nasty hex at the door. 

Sirius hadn’t looked back.

first post kinda nervous... anyways im writing an original marauders era fanfic here's how it's going so far lmk if anyones actually interested because i've definitely got some plot and story lines up my sleeve...

title: What We Don't Know

im thinking of focusing on sirius and peters storyline mainly but we'll see how it goes..

thanks for reading guys

"why do you keep inviting me? you could sit with anyone else"

james looked at him like his question didnt make sense

"because we're brothers, peter. you're here cause you're our friend"

"yeah but-"

"no, you're peter. thats enough."