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Sirius
The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black was a lonely place for Sirius. It wasn't easy for him to be confined in the place where he had ran form when he was young to seek refuge elsewhere. It was almost ironic that the only place he was safe was the only place he hated.
The room he hated most was the drawing room which had his family tree plastered to the wall. The faces of his father and mother and his extensive collection of relatives look down at him, watching him betray everything the black family stood for. The support for the Dark Lord was meant to be a strong force within that house and here he was resisting, as usual, to how the family conducted himself.
Sirius often spent rainy evenings sitting on the old and regal carpet scanning the wall. He saw the faces which had been blackened off through disgrace. The cousin who rebelled. The uncle who was a squib. And then his face.
His mother was disgusted with him when he had ran away which was worsened by how he conducted himself in the wizarding world. It had been an act of revenge when his mother had burned his face from the tapestry. He liked to think she had cried, perhaps felt some remorse, maybe even missed him but he knew that was not the case. She had Regulus, her Golden boy. Sirius' eyes fell on his brother's face and the flicked to his fathers and then his mother's before his eyes fell to the floor.
Sirius knew that he was a disgrace to the Black family name but he wished, as he sat in solitude, that his face was still on the wall. Azkaban may have held him prison but 12 Grimmauld Place was his personal prison cell and his sentence was sealed by the silence.
