Sirius Black didn't like to drink.
Sirius Black didn’t like to drink.
Actually, he hated it.
He hated that in weddings, the only thing that adults drank was alcohol.
He hated the drinks. Ron, whisky, vodka, brandy, wine, beer. He hated the lot of them.
He couldn’t stand seeing drunk people. Because drunk people always do stupid things.
No one ever noticed that when he was around drunk people, Sirius was tense. Mostly because when you are drunk, you can’t see what other people are doing.
He hated the sound of bottles breaking, it made him shivers.
He hated that James, Remus and Peter drank in the gryffindor parties. He hated seeing his friends pass out because of the alcohol in their bodies.
He hated that they didn’t remind what happened the night before. He hated that they didn’t care.
He hated that he couldn’t drink to forget because drinking would make him remember.
And he hated to remember.
But every time he saw drunk people, he remembered.
He remembered being eight years old.
He remembered the echoes of his father’s steps dancing in a wedding.
He remembered going home and his father continuing the party by himself, with all the drinks he had in the manor.
He remembered his father calling all of them to the living room. And the bottle in his father’s hand.
He remembered the screams of his father. And his mother trying to calm him down. He remembered the first smack. And the second. And the third.
He remembered being scared. And the look on his brother’s face.
He remembered trying to protect his brother when his father was done with his mother. He remembered the pain. And the bottle of his father breaking in million of pieces after crashing with the wall in an attempt to hit him.
He remembered how his father walked three steps before passing out.
He remembered how the next morning he didn’t recognise what he did the night before.
He remembered how his father didn’t care.
He remembered it.
And he hated it.