Breaking Black (A Sirius Black Love Story)

Chapter 1 (Year One)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I started this book when I was about 15. I was NOT the writer I am today (seven years later) so please forgive me for immature writing. If you comment that these are things that 11-13 year olds wouldn't do, and it's not age appropriate I KNOW. It doesn't bode well for my self confidence. Keep those comments to yourself, the book is done. Let's build each other up on this app rather than tear me down. Anyways-

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good...

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"Mum! Please, just let me try one more time! I'm sure it will work now! I can get it this time!" I begged. My mother twirled her cypress wand around in her hand and looked at me with pity.

"You've already tried about five times just today!" She reasoned, avoiding my pleading eyes. I knew it was killing her to see me like this. It always killed me too.

"Please? Just once more?"

Her lips were pursed together, but she still carefully pressed her wand into my outstretched hand. I took a deep breath and faced the owl feather on the table that had mocked me for years. Just as she had instructed me a thousand times, I began the spell.

"Wingardium leviosa," I said firmly. Just as I expected, the feather was completely still on the table. "Wingardium leviosa. Wingardium leviosa! Wingardium levi-"

"Alexandra! Stop it right now before you blast a hole in the table!" my mother scolded and whipped the wand out of my hand. Of course, I was only jabbing the wand around at that point, but I was desperate for any sort of sign.

"Maybe that wouldn't be so horrible, then we'd know I can actually do magic," I groaned and smacked my head on the table. "I'm nothing more than a Squib, I know it."

"Alexandra Stryker, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a Squib!" she cried. The slight look of anger on her face disappeared when she saw the look of disappointment on mine. Her loving arms wrapped around my shoulders as I buried my face in her long, black hair. This was a daily occurrence. My failure happened so often we should've been used to it, but each time, the pain hurt a little more. "Oh honey..."

"Mum! Mum! Guess what!"

My mother let me go and turned to my sixteen-year-old brother who was streaming down the stairs, a wild look of excitement on his face. Of course, I couldn't help but notice he had a letter clutched in his hand- with the Hogwarts emblem in plain sight. I smacked my head on the table again. It was July and I was purposely watching the skies, waiting for an owl, hopefully for me. That was the year I was supposed to be getting my Hogwarts letter.

"I just got my Hogwarts letter- and I'm prefect!" Felix chirped and held up a shining badge. Felix Stryker was basically everything I wanted to be. He was top of his class, an amazing wizard, and finally a Ravenclaw prefect.

"Felix! Oh my! I'm so proud of you! We'll have to go to Diagon Alley and..." my mother began her praise. She talked animatedly to Felix, completely forgetting about me. I huffed and stormed away up the stairs to my room.

After resisting the urge to slam my door, I collapsed on my unmade bed in the corner and sighed. I stared up at the white ceiling and got lost in my thoughts. Honestly, I didn't know why I hoped I was a witch. Throughout my entire life, I never showed a single sign of having magical powers. But it was to be expected, I guess. My mother is a witch, but my father is a Muggle... I decided I must take after my father.

My father died when I was five. He was in a devastating car accident on the way home from his Muggle job. My mother was never the same again, after all, she lost her true love. All she had left was Felix and me. Most of mum's small family died before she was married. The small family of three was basically all I had. Sometimes, I was convinced my mum didn't want me to be a witch so she couldn't send me away to school. She'd be alone with only our cat and owl for company the moment I left her.