Chapter 10: Growth and Expectations
July 1972. Sirius Black had finished his first year at Hogwarts and returned to 12 Grimmauld Place.
He had changed a great deal.
He had grown his hair long and was wearing Muggle jeans and a T-shirt picked up from James Potter — looking nothing like a proper pure-blood wizard.
"James says Quidditch should allow some harmless jinxes to make the game more fun," he remarked casually at dinner.
Walburga set down her cutlery. "James? That Potter boy? I recall their bloodline is still reasonably pure, but their taste..."
"Their taste is fine," Sirius cut in. "At least no one in their family drones on about glory, bloodlines, and duty all day long."
The air at the table froze.
Regulus quietly cut the roasted fish on his plate while observing Sirius.
There was something bright in Sirius's eyes — a light that had never appeared inside Grimmauld Place. Perhaps it was freedom.