A/N: Sorry just a short prologue, I'll post chapter 1 pronto. Not really sure how many chapters this will go for. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I'm sure you can tell that I'm not JK Rowling.
Sirius was fifteen years old when he ran away from home. He had arrived at the Potters' house at 1 am, looking disheveled and weary, but not all that upset. He had explained calmly to James and his parents what had happened– the dinner party, Bellatrix and Lucius taking him aside to tell him that it was time to choose, just like Regulus, and the fight that had followed– before sinking into bed. It was only then that James heard his tears.
The next morning he had woken up late, and found all three Potters downstairs waiting for him at the breakfast table. They had spent the morning talking about whether or not Sirius would like to be adopted.
"We already consider you a part of our family Sirius, but we wanted you to know that we'd be happy for you to be a Potter, and it may be better for legal reasons as well, just in case anything were to happen. You can't go back there."
Sirius had been touched, truly, but he couldn't be a Potter. He was a Black, even if they didn't want him. In fact, maybe it was because they didn't want him that he was so determined to remain one. There was nothing he liked better than annoying his parents.
He wasn't ashamed of being a Black, even though he was ashamed of his parents and his brother. He wasn't ashamed because he knew that even though his immediate family might not have been a real family to him, there were still Blacks that were his family. He wasn't going to change his name because he was proud to have Alphard Black as his uncle.
And most of all he was proud that Andromeda Black was his cousin, because he'd never met anyone as brave as her.
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