200- Daily Prophet (trigger warning: mentions of abuse)

Sirius Albus Potter wandered around the tiny dark apartment. He peeked into the living room where his brother and sister slept. He wished he'd been able to afford a flat where they could each have their own room. Unfortunately, he was only starting out at the Daily Prophet, and James was just an intern for the summer, so they weren't getting paid all that much.

"Bunking with Lily is a small price to pay for not having Dad smack me around every night," James had said.

There was a knock at the door.

James shot up in bed, clutching his wand.

Sirius smiled grimly. Apparently he hadn't been sleeping as peacefully as he thought. "I've got it, James." He checked through the peephole—an expensive one that let you see through concealments. "Professor Longbottom," he said, opening the door.

"Heard you three finally flew the coop."

"What's going on?"

"Here to let you know that your father was taken into custody earlier this evening. And I wanted to make sure you had groceries," he added, passing two bags to Sirius. "You're on your own now, but you're not alone."

Sirius tried not to tear up. "Thank you."

Longbottom nodded. "Goodnight."