Disclaimer: None of it's mine. But, oh, how I wish...
"Get down here, boy!" yelled Walburga Black.
"My name is Sirius, not boy," sixteen year-old Sirius replied, glaring at his mother.
"Your brother told me that you're still hanging around those pieces of filth that you call your friends! Honestly, what must people think! First you were sorted into Gryffindor and now you're hanging around with blood-traitors and half-bloods!" Mrs. Black shouted at her son.
"They're not blood-traitors! No matter what you think, they're a whole hell of a lot better than you are! You parade around like your better than everyone else because of your blood! It's disgusting! Did you know that one of the top students in my year is a muggle-born witch? She's probably smarter than you are so quit looking down on my friends!" Sirius yelled back at her.
"You unworthy blood-traitor! Don't take that tone with me, boy! Do I need to get your father in here to teach you a lesson?"
"Why would you bother when you can do it yourself? Nothing ever stopped you before!" Sirius yelled.
"Shut up right now! Do not talk to me that way, you ungrateful disgrace to the Black name! I should have kicked you out when you ended up in bloody Gryffindor!" Mrs. Black screeched.
"You don't have to kick me out! I'm out of here!" Sirius yelled. He took the stairs two at a time up to his room and began throwing things into his trunk as soon as he had slammed the door. After a few minutes Sirius looked around his room one last time. He shoved his money bag into his trunk and locked the lid.
He opened the door to see Regulus standing there.
"Sirius, you know if you leave you really will break mother's heart," Regulus said to his older brother.
"Heart?" Sirius laughed. "That poor excuse for a mother has no heart. At least not one that's not completely icy and void of all emotion."
"Sirius-"
Sirius cut off Regulus's protest. "Nothing you can say can change my mind, Regulus. Next time you see Dad tell him I wanted to tell him to rot in hell."
Sirius pushed past his brother and bounded down the steps his trunk crashing noisily behind him.
"You ungrateful little scumbag! I ought to disown you right now!" Mrs. Black yelled again.
"Fine. Do whatever you want, because I am out of here!" Sirius yelled back at her before running out the door and slamming it shut. He ran down several blocks before stopping to think. He had just walked out of his parents' home, he was disowned, and he had nowhere to live. But, oh, what he wouldn't give to see her burn his name off of that bloody tapestry.
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"James...," Sirius said as his best friends opened the door.
"Welcome home," James replied, leading his friend through the door.
"Mum, we have a visitor."
"…or permanent house-guest depending on how you look at it!" Sirius called.
A/N- This is some of my older writing. I don't like it that much. It seems cliched and OOC to me. Reviews are love.