They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
-Philip Larkin, "This Be The Verse"
He did not have a chance in the world -- he was doomed the second that he was born. There was no way for him to be what people considered normal because, with a family like his, it was impossible. His parents had not had a chance, either: it was a part of being born into the ancient House of Black. He could not put up with this any longer.
His hands flew in every direction, grabbing his belongings and dumping them carelessly into his large trunk - clothes, books, pictures, and everything else. He didn't care that he was making a racket; he was not going to have to be there much longer anyways. Sirius paused for a moment when his hand grabbed a photo album that was full of pictures of his brother and him. He debated with himself whether or not he should take it -it wasn't his, after all. Regulus had only let him borrow it the day before. Making up his mind, he flung the album open and ripped out a picture to take with him.
"Where are you going?" asked a quiet voice from the hallway.
Sirius turned around and saw his kid brother standing at the edge of his room, tears racing down his pale cheeks. "Reggie," he said, gently, using his brother's childhood nickname. "I cannot stay here any longer. Did you hear what they did downstairs? Did you? They just told me that I had to join Voldemort and when I refused, Mum slapped me." He had told his brother the edited version of the story; he had actually called his mother a bitch before receiving the blow to the face.
Regulus' grey eyes widened, tears still falling freely. "Don't go."
The elder brother strode across the room and pulled the fourteen year-old Regulus into an embrace. "I'll still see you at Hogwarts, Reg. I just can't stay here any longer. I tried to, you know that I tried. I'm going to stay with James and his family - I'll be welcomed there."
"Can I come with you?" Regulus questioned, his voice thick as he pulled away from Sirius. "I'll be good, I promise."
Sirius looked at him, shaking his head. "Mum and Dad won't let you go, you know that. You'll be okay here." He hated himself for lying to his brother. No one was okay here with their parents. He knew that Regulus did not have the slightest chance in Hell.
I hope you all enjoyed this. I have never done a story in Sirius' point of view so hopefully I was okay. I'm use to writing Reggie!
Mew you are the best beta ever! I hope I did Sirius justice, haha.
Thanks Schermionie for the constructive review. They really help a lot.