Sirius's Point of View
I never really planned on staying at home. I didn't plan on leaving when I was 12 either. That was when Reg was six. He came into my room while I was packing.
"Sirius, it's only your second week back. Why are you packing your trunk now?"
I opened my mouth, ready to tell off the future death eater. Then I remembered my mother's oh so kind words: "Listen, you vile Gryffindor, we didn't want Regulus to get upset, so we didn't tell him about your sorting."
I ignored him.
"Sirius what's this?" asked the pureblood pest, grabbing the parchment that my friends and I had been making a map on. Luckily, it was charmed so he couldn't read it.
"Homework." I lied. "Why are you up here any way?"
"Mum said to get on your dress robes and wash up, Bella and 'Cissa and 'Dromeda and their parents are coming for dinner."
The little prat left the room and thundered down the stairs. I took out my mirror. "Prongs"
"Padfoot, what's up mate?"
"Can I come over your house for a while?"
"How long?"
"Like permanently live there? I can't stand it here anymore."
"I'll talk to my parents." James ran down stairs "Dad, you know how I told you about Sirius's family?" Mr. Potter nodded. "They're being rough on him. Can he come live here in the summers and holidays?"
"Sure"
James ran back to his room "Get here as fast as you can, mate"
****later****
Bellatrix left her younger cousin's bed room, smirking. A few minutes later a crying Regalus burst into his brother's room. Sirius was holding his broom. It had his trunk tied to it. The 12-year-old was about to fly out of his window.
"I HATE YOU. YOU'RE A BLOOD TRAITOR!" screamed Reg , who suddenly got his wandless magic.
The end of Sirius's broom burst into flames. Sirius leapt into the rainy night sky and flew away on his slightly charred broom. Every thing was better now, thought Sirius Orion Black as he directed his broom toward James's house.
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