Title: Truth of the Heart
Author: Dwight4Studly
Rating: Pg-13 to be safe but is subject to change if requested. So, if you want it, you get it, hon.
Summery: Sirius finds that when things become too much to handle at home, he runs to his only option. But after a year of maturity, the summer has brought changes - like falling in love with those least expected. Set in the summer before seventh year.
A/N: I was never gifted with the ability to come up with titles ...This is slash, or will be, so if you don't like it, you have been warned. If you flame on that sole purpose, I pity your poor, closed mind and will laugh at you explicitly. I don't own much, just the plot line, really. It is the only thing that is mine, so don't sue me and take it away. This is completely un-beta-ed, please just keep that in mind. Oh, and I really do appreciate reviews, so don't be shy!
Also, I would like to thank all of you who have read and, especially, reviewed. I really appreciate it. And, as for the whole "finding out" trilogy, I'm almost finished with the second one. My school and work hardly permit me to do anything, so ... Why am I writing this? I always think that things like this are pointless in other stories, so why am I doing this to you? Cause contradiction is my expertise, baby!
Chapter 1: The Runaway
Sirius kept running. He couldn't do anything else. Just run. Run away from that filth, the hatred. He opened his mouth a bit wider to filter his breath, but it hurt. Terribly. Damn basterd broke my jaw he thought furiously, running down a deserted alleyway into another wet cobble stone street of downtown London.
He was probably a good mile away from Grimmauld Place, and if so that would make it nine thirty? No, ten. Sirius shook his head to clear the haze that had settled there. The ache in his chest and jaw was almost unbearable. Finally, spotting a clear, somewhat clean, curbside, he tumbled down, hitting the pavement hard. After allowing himself several minutes to catch his breath, he vaguely wondered why he hadn't just changed into Padfoot. But in the end it didn't seem to matter to him all that much.
When his breath regulated, he observed his surroundings. A few apartment buildings lined the edges of a small playground across from him, with sturdy swings and seesaws. Sirius imagined the laughter surrounding throughout the grounds. He could almost see it engulfing the small bodies of children, swathed in heavy jumpers and overcoats as they ran and jumped and played until exhaustion permitted them to fall into the open, loving arms of their parents. Squeezing his eyes shut, he willed the painful image away and decided to contemplate his next plan of action.
He kicked at a black puddle beside him in anger, frustration getting the better of him. The water splashed in this way and that until it settled with disturbed and erratic ripples, causing the light reflections from above him to stir in rings that radiated from the center. He looked up into the sky, past the glaze of tears beginning to form in his gray eyes, past the dull yellow light of the street lamp.
To the untrained eye, it takes possibly days to differentiate the waxing and waning of the moon. But Sirius knew how to tell. It had been three days since full. The silver orb was the same color as Peter's candy wrappers, as James's rimmed glasses, as the flecks in Remus's amber eyes. Which brought him to the case in point: where was he now to go?
James was currently on family vacation in Germany and Peter lived all the way in Liverpool. Remus did live just outside of Cambridge, but Sirius hesitated for a moment. Remus was probably still recovering from his transformation, and there was that one undeniable fact that Sirius had only recently heinously betrayed his quiet friend. Sirius shivered at the thought. Remus had forgiven him, of course, but not until quite a few months after. Sirius couldn't help but still feel unworthy. He shook his head once more. Remus had told him never to think of it again, so he tried not to.
So, with his only option open, Sirius stood and pulled his wand, the only thing he could grab before storming out, out of his muggle jacket with his left hand, pointing away from him. With a crash, a violent purple bus appeared before him and balding man stepped out. Before the man could make his speech, Sirius pushed through determinedly and informed the driver where he needed to go.