Summary: They had finally driven me over the edge with their rants and comments about my ways of thinking. Yeah, I know that my decisions would make my family hate me, but they were wrong. One-shot. Very short. In Sirius's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter series and I really wouldn't want to. It would be way to much responsibility for me.

This is my first fanfic. I'm on summer vacation and I just felt like writing something. Very short, but it has a point to it… sort of. Drop a review and tell me what you think!

Running Away- Sirius Thoughts

That was it. I had had enough. They had finally driven me over the edge with their rants and comments about my ways of thinking. Yeah, I know that my decisions would make my family hate me, but they were wrong. As far as I know, those people were NOT my family.

I packed up all my stuff and took the money my uncle had left me. He was one of the few people who agreed with my beliefs. Because of that, he was shunned from the "family." I tied all my stuff to my broom and took off. I very well knew that I wouldn't be able to survive on my won. I wasn't even out of school yet! So, I then flew to the one place where I knew I would be welcome.

It felt great leaving that madhouse I had called my home for the past 16 years. It's not like the people living in it would miss me if I left. Finally, I got to my final destination.

I got off my broom and walked up to the door. I knocked and none other than my best friend, James Potter, answered. He looked a little shocked at first, but I knew he wasn't surprised to see me standing at his doorstep with all my belongings. I had warned him that there was a big chance something like this would happen. "I'm finished with them. Can I stay here?"

His reply was, "Um, sure." So, he helped me lug all my stuff inside. His parents were really nice about me staying. I was like their second son they never had. They had taken me in with no questions at all. They are my real family.

So, that's how I, Sirius Black, walked or rather flew, out of my hell-bent life. I knew that I would be an outcast to my old family, but leaving was probably one of the best decisions I had ever made.

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