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You think you know Sirius. He's the cool, almost effortlessly cool boy, breaking the rules and somehow getting away with it every time. He was the one the girls all wanted, the one who started shaving at eleven, the one who carries a rubber in his robes and uses it. You think you know Sirius, Mr. It's My Birthright to be This Perfect.

You don't.

It's not that Sirius labours at being so sexy--no, that really is just the blessing of incredible genetics, that hauty air and perfect hair--it's that he has a perfectly crafted image of being exactly the opposite of his shiting parents' picture of perfection, and by hell or high water, he's going to be a sodding brat to spite them. A good Black child would follow the rules. So break them A good Black sets an example for the rest of the house. Sod it, be bad. A good Black only picks the right friends. Bring on the Muggle borns and the Hufflepuffs! A good Black leads the charge for pureblood supremecy. Then Sirius will champion the rights of everything they stand against. A good Black is perfection, personified. Then Sirius will be the biggest ball of mistake and surprise ever created. He's an antihero, a rebel with a cause.

Hogwarts is a haven, a place where Sirius was able to breathe free for the first time in his life. He found friends that let him be the person he wanted, this supernova of a boy who had to explode beyond the life forced down his gullet for eleven years. He found a house that admired bravery and speaking your mind over the purity of your blood, and damn did he have a lot to say. It was at Hogwarts that Sirius has found his true self, though he still is trying to reconcile the anger, the impulsive bursts of complete recklessness that lead him to do things that James could scream bloody shite about. But he is young. Won't he have the rest of his life? Why not just...live in the now, no matter how much of a volcano he is sometimes?

Sirius fancies himself a Pied Piper: follow me to freedom! Follow me to fun! He had no problem making fun of people who aren't on his agenda: he is sorry that you are such a git and a prat and a stick in the mud, and now you must suffer for it. Or worse: people who remind him of his family. Merlin help him, he can't be responsible for the shite he'll do to you then. Everyone wants to be on Sirius's good side, because it's a party of a place to be. Smuggled drinks and treats, impromptu parties in the middle of the night...and then, oh, if you are lucky to be one of his birds. He'll fancy a snog at any time with anyone who is not on his No List, and he fancies a shag almost as much, but he has been pinned down once before, by [OPEN} during his fifth year, and he threw himself into loving her. Then they broke up, and now it's just awkward, for she saw that sad little side of him which wishes that he didn't have to rage against the dying of the light so much. The side only James and Remus have seen once or twice. Fuck if he'll be caught like that again. He's been a shagging machine, but no one can pin him down again. Well. At least not yet.






Sirius, of course, is the umpteenth generation of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, stretching back to the Middle Ages, at least, and producing so many notable wizards, who can name them all. Other than Sirius's mother and father, of course.

The rebel in Siruis was manifested at an early age; he knew from about birth that he was born to be different. But for a while, he was okay to not cause too much trouble than what any normal young boy would. He would climb trees and rip his knickers, he would break precious objects...he would play with the Muggles who lived on Grimmauld Place. Now that was when he started to feel something funny. His mother acted as though he had personally offended her when he went off and played with those rather fun blokes five doors down, the ones who were two years older than him and taught him football and cricket. She called them Mudbloods and beneath you and made him scrub his hands. But they were fun and cool and Sirius didn't learn what the world "prejudice" meant until he was nine and strolling through Diagon Alley and heard some wizards talking about the Troubles with the Irish, but even at the age of six, he knew. His mother had problems with people who weren't just like them. And so Sirius began to have a problem with his Mum.

His cheek began to increase from the age of eight. Sneaking off to play with the Muggles. Listening to the records their older siblings lent him, dressing in their clothes. Cursing at his parents, hanging posters on the wall of Muggle things and Muggle girls, that sexy Bridget Bardot. His parents would scream at him, would tell him to cut with his cheek; his father would strike him with his heavy-ringed hand, his belt. His brother would stand behind doorways and watch, not saying a word to help him. And Sirius stood, defiant. He could hear them, whispering in the dead of night that when Sirius got to Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin, that would mend his ways .

Instead, the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and the only thought Sirius had was a single word: Please. Please, let Sirius live his own life here, Please let him be free of his family. And after a moment of silence and a chuckle, the Hat shouted Gryffindor, and when Sirius glanced over at Slytherin, at the stunned faces of those who also knew the House of Black...Sirius had to laugh, too. Silly wankers.

His mother sent him a Howler the next day and also demanded that he be put into Slytherin. But the Hat had spoken, and Sirius was free.

He became fast and best mates with James and Remus, and allowed Peter into their circle, since he was so persistent. As the years advanced, Sirius grew farther and farther from his family; he spend Christmas hols at Hogwarts; he spent as much time in the summer visiting friends and avoiding home. Things weren't strained; they were Nagasaki at home, and it all boiled over when, the summer before sixth year, Sirius affixed a new Gryffindor banner to his wall with a charm...the fight between he and his parents was furious. They called him a blood traitor. He said he didn't want to be a part of their blood.

They told him if he felt that way, he could leave.

He had never unpacked; he took his trunk and marched defiantly to the door, not looking back, even as he heard his mother blast his portrait off the family tree. He never has looked back.



FIRST KISS: TBA.
FIRST SEXUAL ENCOUNTER: Happened during third year with a very sexy sixth year from Hufflepuff. And now Sirius has a definite fondness for the Puff persuasion.

FAVOURITE BOOK: Books? Pass.
FAVOURITE MUSIC: The Rolling Stones, The Who, anything Muggle and loud and makes his mother scream in terror. Mick Jagger, you sexy beast, bring it home!
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Red and gold for the house but he must admit that he is a sucker for the cliche black. It's his name, come on! Also, he looks dead sexy in it, and Sirius is nothing if not a vain lil' monkey.
FAVOURITE FOOD: Pears dipped in caramel. Favourite food to watch a woman eat? Bananas. He's pathetic like that.
FAVOURITE PLACE: Hogwarts. Second favourite, James's house.
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Big black dogs.

HOBBIES: Quidditch, grooming his hair, annoying the shite out of his parents, disgracing the Noble House of Black, punting, snogging, shagging, Chinese checkers.
PHOBIAS: Small spaces.
LIKES: You. *wink* Come a little closer.
DISLIKES: Pureblood wanking, Slytherin, doing what is expected, rules.

BEST FRIEND: Prongs. Moony. Next!
FRIENDS: Wormtail, Evans, TBAcakes.
ENEMIES: His whole family. All of Slytherin, especially Snivellus. Otherwise TBA!
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: TBA.
CRUSH: Every bird is a potential shag.
PAST RELATIONSHIPS: Many. TBA.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
TURN-ONS: Blue eyes, cheekiness, long tongues.
TURN-OFFS: Pureblood.

BEST SUBJECT: Transfigurations
W0RST SUBJECT: History of Magic. Snooooooore Who cares about where you've been, it's where you're going mate!
FAVOURITE PROFESSOR: TBA.
LOATHED PROFESSOR: TBA.
BEST YEAR: Every year, since it's another year not at Grimmauld.
NUMBER OF O.W.LS: TBA.
NUMBER OF N.E.W.Ts: TBA.