A/N: This is going to be a series of twenty drabbles all based around Sirius. They may or may not be related.
-Punch-
Sirius stared down at his hands. He was tired of it all, every time her came home from school he had to deal with his parents disappointment in him. They went on and on about he should be the perfect pureblood heir, how he should have been sorted into Slytherin, how he was such a disgrace to the family name, and so many other things that he could care less about. Each one of them was like a punch in the gut to him.
He had enough.
He stood up and rammed his fist into the wall. This was his last day here, he swore silently to himself. Standing he start to pack all of his belongings that he cared about and needed. He was leaving.