**Written for Camp Potter: Obstacle Course, Week 5, the Pairing Diversity Boot Camp: Love hurts and the 10 drabbles 10 topics challenge #2: only including one word of dialogue**
Slash
You remember back when he was a boy. He was handsome even then and oh, he made you laugh. Him and his best friends. Their actions were legendary even amongst the portrait community. You'd have fun with the drunk Monks down on the Charms corridor, and watch them as they went about their business.
You lost count of the amount of times you had to scold them for being back late, but you couldn't be angry at them... not really. All it took was a cheeky grin from him and you'd open up and let them in.
The years flew by so fast, it was all a flurry of flirty conversations and mischievous winks. Soon it was time for the boys to finish school and you knew your life would never be the same again. It would always be too quiet. Too boring without the presence of Sirius Black around.
But you did see him again, though it wasn't how you would have liked to imagine your reunion...
He was deranged. His hair was matted and his eyes held a wild look about them that definitely hadn't been there when he'd been a boy. He wanted to enter the tower and you so wanted to let him in, but you couldn't. He wasn't the cheeky Sirius Black anymore, he was crazed and a danger to all the students. Even though most of them would be in the Great Hall, you weren't going to endanger any that could still be in the tower.
He didn't like that. No, he didn't like that at all. So he slashes at your portrait. In that moment, everything you thought about Sirius Black changed. He was no longer the boy you once knew, no longer the boy who made you blush countless times. He was a man, a man who had suffered a great deal, despite his young age.
He looks at you after he commits the deed. You see sorrow in his eyes and you know you can't be angry at him. Just like all those years ago, you still can't scold him. You stare back through the rips in your canvas.
'Leave,' you tell him quietly.
And he does.
You run through the many portraits in Hogwarts, just trying to forget the look you saw in his eyes. But you can't, and you know you never will.
