Character/Prompt: Sirius/Home
Sirius used all of his energy to pull the curtain over his mother's face. It had been decades since he'd been in this hellhole. He surveyed his surroundings. This was nothing like the place he remembered. The whole building smelled of mold and dust. Everything was dark and dirty.
Kreacher verbally abused him from the next room. He went upstairs past the house-elf heads on the wall and down the hall to his bedroom. He opened the door to find everything just as he had left it.
And yet everything was different.
He grabbed the first thing within reach, a glass vase with the remains of some flowers in it, and threw it at the wall in frustration. The smash of the glass against the wood was satisfying but the shrieks of his mother's portrait followed immediately.
He sighed as he walked back downstairs to shut her up.
Home, sweet home.