I wasn't originally going to have a second chapter on this story, but I wrote about Sirius running away and figured it would also go in the same category as this one, since it's also James helping Sirius, do review so I can know what I need to improve in my writing :) Thanks!
An aristocratic dark haired boy lay staring at the roof, his grey eyes unfocused and full of unshed tears. The usual spark of mischief was gone and no trace of his signature smirk was there. His "mother" had once again hit him and locked him in his bedroom for having exploded at her when she'd once again suggested he become a Death Eater, while his "father" just stared and his "brother" pretended like he didn't hear a thing. So, now it was Chrismas Eve and while the rest of the family ate, he was alone.
As the blood trailed down his lip from where she'd hit him, Sirius grabbed a mirror from the desk.
"James Potter" He whispered clearly into it. His best friend's face ran into the mirror.
"Hi, Padfo-!" James's voice broke. "What happened to you? You ok?" He said, his voice somewhere between full of anger at Sirius's parents and full of concern for his best friend.
"I-I'm f-fine, just a little blood, Prongs, it's ok..." Sirius answered, a weak smile on his face. "Merry Chrismas!" He said in a fake cheery voice.
James didn't know what to say, he hated seeing Sirius like that when usually he was always full of happiness, but knew there was no point in screaming at Sirius about how awful his family was.
"Merry Christmas Padfoot!" He answered trying to cheer his friend up.
Sirius knew James hated his family, and how they treated him. He could see the worry in his practically brother's eyes and he knew James was trying really hard to act like it was normal to cheer him up. He couldn't even begin to explain how much that meant to him.
"How a-" Sirius began before screeches and hard knocks on the door interrupted him.
"WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO YOU FILTH OF MY BLOOD!?" The door shot open. "DID I NOT TELL YOU TO BE SILENT, YOU WORTHLESS BOY?!"
Sirius inmeddiately hid the mirror below his pillow just as his entire body prepared for the impact. But he was determined to stare right back at his mother's eyes.
"Why do you care?" He said back to her.
"INSOLENT PIECE OF CRAP!" She screamed at him, her wand raised. "CRUCIO!" Sirius screamed as pain shot up all over his body.
"So that is what the torture curse feels like..."He commented in a stiffly casual voice, from the floor.
Walburga Black slapped him hard across his face. "You don't deserve to be part of this family. You do not deserve to live in our noble house!" She spat at him.
Sirius pretended like this words didn't hurt and in a second made a rash decision. "You're right." He answered her, her shock at him agreeing giving him some time. He grabbed his trunk, which was full with his school things, threw it open, and accio-ed all his clothes, and his mirror in, stuffed his wand in his pocket and made for the door. "I'm leaving!" He screamed at her as he dashed down the stairs, her curses flying past his head.
"Goodbye Reg!" He screamed at his brother as he threw open the door, one of Walburga's curses, cutting open his chest and a hex breaking one of his ribs.
"YOU'RE NOT PART OF THIS FAMILY! I DISOWN YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL BLOOD TRAITOR! I WISH YOU'D NEVER BEEN BORN! She screamed behind him as he closed the door ignoring the pain of his wounds.
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As he walked down the street, Sirius was an absolute mess. Bloodstained clothes, his body sore from the Cruciatus curse and his trunk trailing behind.
But his mind was spinning. 'I am free!' He thought, 'but...where will I go?' He continued nervously. 'I could go with Andie...' 'No you can't she just got married.' And then it ocurred to him...the place where he knew he'd always be welcome. Where the person who'd always been there for him was. But how would he get there?
"The Knight Bus!" He whispered in realization before standing at the edge of the street and pointing his wand.
In a flash, a purple two-floor bus stopped abruptly in front of him. And a wizard with barely any hair and green eyes welcomed him in and carried his trunk inside.
"Merlin! What the bloody hell happened to you?!" He exclaimed, when Sirius didn't answer, he asked..."Well? Where you going then mate?! It's Christmas!"
"Godric's Hollow." Sirius answered empitily.
"Well..." The man eyed him nervously. "Fine then. Take it away Ern!" He screamed to the driver whose hand shot up to the stick and the bus shot off.
Sirius's eyes stared at the floor full of tears, his mother's words still echoing in his ears. The clock struck midnight, and the bus stopped with a loud BANG! Sirius hopped off the train and moved to the last house in the block. And knocked, slightly embarrased now that he knew he'd be waking the Potters up.
But the door shot open in seconds, James stood there, hair even messier and his eyes wide with shock.
"Sirius!" He said softly, his voice betraying the worry and shock he felt. More steps sounded on the stairs and another man, looking like an older copy of James stood there.
"Sirius!" He repeated, and Sirius stared the floor feeling like he was intruding. "What are you doing here!? What happened to you?!"
"M-my mother and I f-fought, and s-she..." His voice trailed away. "I-I ran away. I d-didn't know w-where else to go...I-I'm sorry..." He turned to leave but Charles Potter stopped him.
"Don't be stupid, come in here..." He guided Sirius into the room. James right behind, closing the door and carrying Sirius's trunk inside, as Dorea Potter, came running down the stairs.
"You are staying here sweetie..." She told Sirius firmly as her husband waved his wand, healing his wounds and James sat beside him quietly.
"You can sleep in James's room for today, there's an extra matress below the bed." Mr. Potter ordered.
"Thank you so much Mr. Potter, I'll leave as soon as possible..." Sirius began as he stood up. But Mrs. Potter interrupted him.
"No Sirius you are staying here! We don't mind and we are more than happy to help." She ended firmly as she saw Sirius attempt to interrupt her. "Now go to bed boys!" She told James and Sirius.
James grabbed the trunk and went upstairs with Sirius, entering a room that was filled with red and gold. He pushed the matress from under the bed conjured some pillows and stuff, and sat down on the bed, as Sirius flinched when he sat down on the matress.
"How are you?" James broke the silence in a poor attempt not to sound worried.
"How do you think I am Prongs!? I just ran away!" There was a hysterical edge to his voice as he said this, "My mother wanted me to join the Death Eaters, and I-I said that I wouldn't s-so she slapped me and locked me in m-my room, didn't let me eat d-dinner, and then she heard me talking to you and...and she...she cast the Cruciatus curse on me." His voice got louder and more cracked as he said this. "S-so I left."
"Your mother HIT and CURSED you?!" Growled James, furious.
"Not everyone has a perfect family James..." Answered Sirius, tonelessly.
"I know that, Padfoot...but she shouldn't do that. You don't deserve it, no one does..." James protested. Sirius was barely listening.
"She said she wished I'd never been born." Sirius's voice cracked at the end, and the suppressed tears spilled on his handsome cheeks. James stared in shock for a milisecond, because Sirius never cried (only once before), before he got out of his bed and hugged his best mate, crying with him silently.
"She's an idiot Pads." James told him, still hugging Sirius. "Because anyone who'd think you're stupid is worthless, and I have no idea what I'd do if you hadn't been born. I love you, mate." James continued and moved away from Sirius, now staring at him. "But if anyone asks, I'll deny I ever said that." He added in a mock serious tone. Sirius chuckled, wiping away his tears a little embarrased.
"They didn't take away your laugh then?" James continued, determined to make Sirius smile.
"Oh no, it didn't work on me, think THAT's probably why they called me Sirius..." Sirius continued, smiling gratefully at James, who chuckled at that. "Thanks, James..."
"It's not a problem, Padfoot..." James said. "We really don't mind having you here, and anyway...if your family doesn't want you then you can be mine, I mean, you're already my brother in all but blood so..." James continued.
"I guess...Sirius Potter. Now that sounds weird." Sirius said mockingly, and they laughed. Joking like that until they fell asleep.
Sirius would never be able to phrase just how thankful he felt, because he finally felt home.
Note: I've decided I'm adding two more chapters to this, both of which will be the other side of the coin, so we'll see Sirius helping James instead.
Lady Galilea, no idea, in my head I just pictured something related to his family, think that's really up to your imagination.