THE FATE OF A BLACK
BY: EROL
1
The stomach is contracted again thought that perhaps the breakfast had affected him, but two pieces of toast and a tea flavor without too much difficulty caused him heartburn Should he do with the dinner the day before?
— ¿Has terminado ya de cenar?
— Te hablan Regulus.
El muchachito de diez años miro a Sirius con evidente enojo, todos en la mesa sabían que la pregunta formulada por la matriarca Black iba dirigida a su primogénito, ese dolor de cabeza que a sus escasos once años había revolucionado a la familia.
Sirius destacaba por ser todo lo que no debería, era mucho más alto que el resto de los niños de su edad, su pelo era demasiado largo, demasiado rebelde, sus ojos jugaban en conjunto con una sonrisa poco frecuente entre los de class. Because Sirius was a special class, not being a pureblood, his class was even stranger, a strange creature who enjoyed every moment and did not know the term limited.
His mother had struggled to make a wizard right to walk right and obey any rule or command. Wasted effort. Sirius did not walk, he ran if he locked up, was unable to sit still and answer the yes man that his father expected to obey her mother was something rarely seen, those rare occasions to follow instructions were disastrous but not for him, little or no censure him busy de los magos o brujas de estirpe, pero a sus padres…ellos ahogaban sus gritos hasta verse a solas con su hijo mayor.
— ¿Has terminado ya de cenar?- pregunto su madre. Su furia contenida solo podía mejorar el ánimo de Sirius.
— ¿Por qué lo pregunta madre?
— Deberías irte a dormir pronto puesto que mañana a primera hora te vas a Hogwarts.
— Me estoy empezando asustar- dijo aparentemente aturdido— Usted preocupándose de mi descanso y de mi digestión, la consideración on his part makes me tremble with excitement.
- Sirius ...
- Mother-rose-Do not worry about me at eleven years already, and after all Regulus born after you got your parts, if I die today or tomorrow morning is always a favorite son to inherit the legacy. First thing tomorrow, get rid of my Congratulations!
- Damn you! - The woman stood up waving his arms so angry that he preferred his faithful elf away towards the kitchen-I wish I could get rid of you! That way my last name would not be sullied by you again, you have been the biggest mistake of this family, I've caused shame day after day, I hope that makes you react damn school, I hope that Slytherin to do your blood must be pure, that is your destiny to be Slytherin, honor and perhaps give us a minimum of pride back to this house Orion Damn you!
- Sirius call me by my name, damn witch!
Her mother rushed hacia él, solo los años de práctica hicieron que el consiguiera escapar hasta el segundo piso, su madre apareció ante a él y le dio una bofetada que lo dejo temblando de rabia.
— Un Black no corre tras la presa, espera a que ella se arrincone sola querido hijo, aun no puedes competir con mi magia… Orión.
Si probablemente lo que tenía era una ulcera cortesía de su madre o solo hambre, en cuanto llegara al castillo le hincara el diente a una buena pierna.
— ¡Sirius!- el joven se giro a un muchacho skinny named James. I had met at a dull party where the boy's grandparents had his new book: The reason for magic and its primary consequences. James was a friend desirable as his mother was a pure blood lineage.
- Hey! - Was his terse reply.
- hardly recognize you! Dad was what you saw and told me to come for you Why does all the hair on the face?
- helps me to go unnoticed, if removed the red hair of a hand would draw unwanted attention.
- If you say so James began encouraging him to board the train without delay to convince him.
As roamed the halls in search of a wagon Sirius had the misfortune of colliding with a Slytherin prefect, the other began to call several things unworthy of hearing, James was able to detain Sirius who threw the smug deadpan.
- Are you Sirius Black? - Ask the groundhog face "Your father is a legend in Slytherin, and settled accounts in the common room.
- Unhappy "muttered James-A Once we atrincheremos well in Gryffindor, we'll go to the common room of snakes to smash his face "What?
- you heard us? I'm going to Slytherin this is my destiny. James
suddenly began to laugh at his companion. Sirius looked at him and thought a few fleas who first broke the nose of Ely despuésa deadpan.
- Your destination? - Ask James Hamlet "Come, your destiny pavada just said, ask the hat that you send to the home of the lions and challenge your destiny.
- Why are the lions?
- Because it is red, I love everything she wears red Can not you?
- Not really the truth.
Sirius followed James to a car where there was a pale boy hooked nose and a dwarf with red hair "That would be fate or coincidence? He thought it was more like pure bad luck.
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