This is just a little one shot I might add to off the night Sirius ran away. Features Sirius and Regulus in the next chapter cause it was too big for one, sorta.

If I'm free, it's because I'm always running

-Jimi Hendrix

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Sirius

It began like it always did, Mother made some ignorant comment about muggleborns and the Potters. But

this time was different, it was like all the fights I have ever had with her were building up to this one. It was

more intense than normal, full of bitter hatred with every word, both of us got too frustrated, too angry. She

shouted at me to get out, to never blacken her doorstep again. I said I would be happy too. I went quickly,

stuffing my trunk to maximum capacity, as I was about to leave my room I heard a thump coming from

Regulus' room. I entertained the thought of taking him with me. And then I remembered the last time we

spoke, at school. Words had been flung like weapons, filled with rage, disappointment longing and hurt and

the desperate need to make the other understand. I remembered his last parting comment filled with

nothing but hate. I knew he would never leave this family. Family was everything to him, which is why he

still bothered with me. Once upon a time we were as close as twins were. But the feelings of bitter betrayal,

Mother pitting us against each other and inability to understand our different views, the things our parents

had forced on us since children or the things I discovered on the other side that Regulus never understood

and probably never would succeeded in pulling us apart, we had never been the same. I fought with

Regulus as much as my Mother, but not were anyone could hear or see. 'No' I thought savagely, if Regulus

wanted out of the world our parents had built up he could have it, and if he wanted out he would do it

himself. I then proceeded to run out of the house, past my livid mother, stoic Father, unable to look at

Regulus as he looked out from his room. I ignored the nagging thoughts, he's never been as strong as you,

it will just get worse for him if you leave him, he won't be able to break away from family as easily as you do

he has always been the favorite almost dotted on child, and the last thought that wouldn't go away…your

abandoning him, your condemning him, save him, save him, save him your supposed to look out for him. I

swept those thoughts to the back of my mind, as I couldn't get rid of them. I took the Night Bus to the

Potter's home, remembering how James had always offered a place for me. It would only be temporary

though. I arrived on his doorstep, grinning, acting like I hadn't just abandoned my family, like I wasn't

hurting. He greeted me quietly, sensing my need to grieve and left me in the guest bedroom till morning.

Left me with head full of self-hatred till in the morning I got up, pretended to be fine and pushed anything

involving my family to the back of my mind. If I couldn't have my own blood family I would have the Potter's

and the marauders who were close like I've always dreamed my family to be.