"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you."
Sirius furiously kicked at a stone on the sidewalk, muttering darkly under his breath. Overwhelmed by a fresh bout of anger, he attempted to run, before realizing how ridiculous he looked running while awkwardly lugging a trunk at his side. Where was he supposed to go? He cursed himself for not planning out his great escape.
He wasn't crying. He wasn't crying. It was more like…an angry sniffling. Sirius brought a hand to his eyes and angrily swiped. He was crying.
"Bloody ridiculous," he muttered to himself. "Get your act together, Black."
Dejectedness washed over him, and he let go of his trunk and plopped down on the curb. Now what?
Andromeda, a voice inside him whispered. She'd understand.
Nah. I don't want to bother her.
Sirius buried his face in his hands. What do you tell someone when you show up at their house after you've ran away from home? With a slightly bruised eye that anyone could tell was from a punch? Hi, hello, um, guess what? I ran away from my mad Pureblood supremacist parents and would you mind if I stay here for a while?
And that was when Sirius felt like smacking his forehead. Why didn't he think of it before? James!
After all, James and his parents were the closest things he had to family, and he'd spent most of his holidays at their home, but he'd never stayed there knowing he'd never go back home.
Just as Sirius stood up, a new purpose in his step, it began to rain. He groaned. "Oh, come on."
It had to rain just when he had figured out what to do. And James didn't exactly live next door to him. Sirius shook himself. It's just a bit of rain, he coaxed himself.
After approximately thirty seconds of trudging along in this state, the rain increased at an ungodly rate, as if some higher power in the sky was emptying buckets of freezing water onto the streets. Sirius flung his trunk down again and let out a frustrated sound. There was no way he was going anywhere.
It was then realization dawned upon him. Sirius drew his wand. The wand hand, he remembered. A little shakily, he extended his arm and pointed his wand outwards. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Then—a loud, screeching noise, one of tires squealing against concrete. Sirius closed his eyes, sighed, and prepared himself for what was rumored to be a jarring ride.
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