The sun shone through the old bedroom window of Number Twelve Grimuald Place, illuminating the room. It was a cold November morning, Sirius Black groaned sleepily at the light in his eyes before turning over in bed, and was about to drift back to sleep when there came a crash from the hallway followed by an angry shout from Kreature.
Sirius sprang out of bed and ran to his door, he pulled it open to reveal Kreature on his knees,hands over his eyes and muttering "Poor Mistress what ever would she think!" In front of Kreature lay his Mistress's vase completely shattered. " Good riddance to bad rubbish" Sirius growled.
Kreature looked up, his eyes his eyes filled with rage but pushed himself up onto his feet.
He briefly caught his master's eyes, cold, emotionless gray pools staring down at him. He didn't really know what to say to Sirius, He simple walked away muttering to himself.
Sirius sighed, he knew exactly what Kreature was saying and caught words like "filthly traitor" and " poor mistress." Sirius headed downstairs into the basement kitchen and sat down at his usual place, no one else seemed to be up so he made himself some tea and sat back down.
His thoughts recently traveling back to that fateful night in October, the 31 to be exact if he recalled correctly.
Yes, it had been Halloween, he remembered now, more clearly, he'd arranged to check on wormtail to make sure he was safe. When he arrived however, he wasn't home. Sirius had set out for the Potters' house at once.
He arrived in time to search the house's ruins and find the bodies. He still had nightmares about the bodies.
The door opened suddenly, bringing Sirius out of his reverie.