IDENTITY

by Tari Gwaemir
"I claim proud kinship with your race and blood."

"I expect you to behave yourself in a manner appropriate to your name," said Madam Black, as she flicked at Sirius' shoulder. The boy crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same.

She studied him for a moment before giving a dissatisfied sniff. She flicked her wand and levitated the stack of imposing trunks, all embossed with the family seal. "Kreacher will see to the luggage. Hurry up and get on board. It won't do for you to mingle with this rabble before they are properly Sorted."

"Yes, Mother," said the boy, rather sullenly, as he dragged his feet to the waiting train.

He entered the first compartment he saw and flung himself down on the plush seats, tugging irritably at the collar of his robes. He looked up at the other passenger sitting across from him and scowled.

"What're you looking at?"

"You, of course," the boy replied insolently. He had limp dark hair, a beak of a nose, and an unpleasant expression that rather mirrored Sirius' own.

"Well, don't," Sirius snapped.

"There's nothing else to look at, is there?"

They glowered at each other for a few moments, before Sirius finally sighed and held out a hand. "Sirius Black."

"Severus Snape," said the boy and shook the offered hand gingerly.

"Snape? That's not a name I recognize. You aren't Muggleborn, are you?"

"My mother's a Prince," Severus said hotly. "I've just as much magic in my family as you do."

"I doubt it," Sirius said lazily. "At least, my parents wouldn't think so."

"Who cares what they think?" Severus slouched back against his seat and glared out the window. "I know who I am, and I'm going to be the most powerful wizard ever."

"That's pretty ambitious. You sound like a Slytherin."

"I suppose I'll be Sorted there. My mother was a Slytherin."

"They don't like halfbloods there, I hear."

"They don't have to like me." Severus turned to look at him with proud, angry eyes. "I know who I am."

Sirius frowned, unable to think of a clever retort. He stared at the blue lines of veins running beneath his skin and wondered if he could say the same.

END

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Written for 31_days (August 11th theme). Dedicated to Luce Red (issen4), who always recommends the most interesting Harry Potter fanfiction.

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