Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (but I so wish I did)
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Sirius' POV
"Ungrateful blood traitor!"
"Stupid bitch!"
"Don't you call me that!"
"I'll call you whatever I want!" I scream right back at her, almost meeting her impossible volume.
"You will not while you live under my roof you foul mudblood lover!"
That does it, something snaps, I don't know what. It's not even that bad, she's insulted me countless times, she's said 'mudblood' all through my childhood. I don't know what it was but it doesn't matter, because before I know it I'm shouting straight back, "Well, maybe I don't want to live here anymore! maybe I'm over seeing your sick face every time I come downstairs!"
Before I know it I'm running up the stairs, leaving her standing in the kitchen. Yelling up at me to stop being an ungrateful prick, but I don't listen. I've given up listening, given up dealing with all the pain.
I slam open my door, the red and gold scarfs, motorbikes and bikini clad girls look back at me, underlining, even more clearly, the difference between me and the rest of the Blacks, my so called family.
I burst in, desperately holding back the tears threatening to fall over and grab my still packed Hogwarts trunk, the enchanted mirror and my broomstick before spinning around to head back downstairs for the last time.
I pause before turning around to scribble a quick note to Reg and slip it under his door, reminding him that I know that there really is good inside him and not to give into the darkness that surrounds him. It will probably go into the fire, but at least I can say that I tried.
I head downstairs again, hoping against hope not to run into her. I grasp the handle of the front door, ready to leave forever.
"Where are you going?" Damn, I curse under my breath before turning slowly around to face the vile woman standing behind me, looking down at me with the look of hatred she reserves purely for me.
"Away" I state simply before turning to face the door again.
"Where?" Comes her, for once, calm voice, strangely calm.
"Anywhere, I don't really care, just as far away from here as I can get", I say, matching her falsely calm voice before turning the doorknob to open it and leave forever.
I should seen it coming, I shouldn't have had my back turned on her. Suddenly I was in pain, excruciating pain. Every molecule of my body was on fire, I needed it to stop, I would do anything, anything. I let out a horrible scream, screw pride, screw anything, all that matters is the pain, all that exists is the pain.
It's gone as fast as it came. The cruciatus curse, I never thought she'd ever actually use it, she's threatened but that's all I've ever considered them to be, empty threats.
"You sadistic bitch" I get out of my position on the floor, at her feet.
"You had it coming, you've always had it coming. Now stop with this nonsense and get back upstairs to your room!" Sent to my room, really? I'm not a child anymore, not under her control anymore. I'm done here. I'm going.
I get up, grab my stuff and turn the door knob.
Then I run. I run and I keep running, I don't know where to I don't care, nothing matters but the rhythmic pattern of my feet hitting the pavement and getting away.
I feel the house of my sick ancestors fall further and further away. I feel blinding relief. I'm free!
Suddenly though, the happiness, the elation comes crashing down around me as reality catches up, I realise what I've done. I just ran away from home! What do I do? Where do I go? I don't even know where I am.
I suddenly realise, I've been so stupid, I grab the mirror from inside my pocket and call out "James Potter".
