A/N: My random musings about the night Sirius ran away. Read, Review, and Enjoy.
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It was odd…but that seemed to be the theme of his life, didn't it? Oddness and bizarreness and just plain strange. Like now.
Why is the term for a rebel 'black sheep?', he mused, dragging his trunk down the street. The Blacks were sheep, mindlessly following their stupid delusions of superiority and power. He was the only one who broke away from it, so he was, technically, a black sheep of the family. But he was breaking away from the Blacks, so what would that make him? A black sheep departing a whole flock of black sheep? A white sheep, leaving the rest of the black sheep? An albino black sheep?
Well, whatever he was, it didn't change his current situation. He was homeless, with two months to go before the school year started, and nowhere to stay. He silently ran through a catalogue of potential places to stay. Peter…no, his parents didn't approve of Sirius. Remus…was on vacation in France. Andromeda…was in a tiny apartment with Ted, it wouldn't be fair to intrude. James…well, there was an option.
James's parents liked him, and he was sure they wouldn't be too bothered. James's place it was. The Potters wouldn't mind a Black sheep dropping in.