It was to be remembered as one of the worst days of my life. My dad and I were playing a game of Exploding Snap. Mum had been driven into the kitchen by the pressing need to clean up after dinner and to get away from the smoke (we had been playing for a while).

The past few weeks had gone by in a blur. I had returned from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry about two weeks ago and had since spent my time relaxing, and playing Exploding Snap, Wizards Chess, Gobstones, and Quidditch. I was always joined by my dad, but every once in a while, mum would enjoy these games also.

Unfortunately, as it had been raining that day, we were stuck inside. Even more unfortunately, we had recently realized that we also could not open the windows to vent out the smoke that was quickly building up. Mum especially was resentful.

Over the course of a few minutes, many things began to happen at once. Mum, upon exiting the kitchen (therefore acquiring a position behind dad), discovered the smoke, swallowed some, coughed and then began yelling. Dad, startled by mum's sudden blast of sound coming from right behind him, dropped a card, therefore receiving an explosion to the face, and making more smoke. Mum started yelling louder, angered by the fact that she got some of the blast.

Interrupting us all, though, was the most important event of all. A small thump was heard from the living room. We all hurried to see what the noise was. Upon entering the living room, we discovered it was someone knocking on the door.

Mum performed Alohamora, said a quick "Come in", and told me to go clear the smoke. I, however, resisted, which led to another small argument, during which we all started talking at once. In the midst of the argument, the door was flung open and a young teenaged boy collapsed in a soggy heap to the ground.

His jeans and shirt were ripped in places, and the small puddle gathering around him was tinged pink with blood as was the rain dripping off his crumpled body.

"Sirius!" I shouted, hurrying over to him.

I groaned as I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the big calendar hanging on my wall. Damn. It was Regulus' birthday. I would be expected to dress in ridiculously fancy dress- robes, be social, and treat Regulus like a king. It wouldn't sound so bad to anyone else. But they don't know what it's like to live as a "blood-traitor" within an extremely proud "pureblood" family. I hate them all.

I got out of bed, looking over at Regulus' bed. Of course, it was empty. Darling Regulus. I would probably be yelled at for getting up late. As was expected, I saw dress-robes on my bedside table. They were yellow. I refused to wear them. I, Sirius Black, wouldn't be caught dead wearing yellow. I picked them up and, repressing a deep desire to burn them, hid them under my bed.

I quickly dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. I would be yelled at for that, but I didn't care. I would not wear yellow robes. Besides, wearing yellow robes out on a muggle street in the middle of London would get me noticed. And I wasn't going outside to play in the back yard. I had to get out before all the sappy crap started taking place. All the compliments on wonderful Regulus as I was ignored or even insulted all the while.

I hated them all. They were all idiot, pureblood maniacs. Regulus hadn't been so bad before he was influenced by all the filthy Slytherins that he called "friends." He had once been nice. They all had, until I got into Gryffindor.

I had gotten out of the house successfully. Seeing as I had absolutely no idea where to go, I absent-mindedly started pacing up and down the street. I didn't realize how much time had passed until I heard a crack. Someone had Apparated. That meant the party had started. I shuddered at the thought of so many Blacks in one house. And then I left, with no intention of actually going somewhere. Little did I know that someone did see me, someone who shouldn't have.

I was quite happy about how I had managed to spend so much time so far doing nothing but feeling content. Settling on a swing, I watched people walk by, eventually joining the crowd, stopping by a small ice cream shop.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was being angrily and forcefully shaken awake. Startled, I sat up and met the glaring eyes of the owner of the ice cream shop, pointing at the door. Not wanting to grab any attention, I left in a hurry.

Crap, it was dark. I was in so much trouble. Not wanting to be any more late, I began running home. I stopped, filled with fear at the sound of someone Apparating right next to me. That someone grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to gaze into cold, grey eyes. I gulped. It was my father.