There it was again, the menacing thing. Sirius plodded slowly up to his bedroom, trying not to look at the sign his parents has permanent sticking charmed onto his door. The first time he had seen it, he could only make out the words, and he had loved them. But now, he understood that they were not meant the way he had hoped. He thought himself foolish for hoping. Finally, he allowed himself to read the sign. BEST SON was written in big, neat script. He cringed as the part he so desperately hated began to take place. Beneath the words, a picture appeared. A picture of his brother.