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A/N: I will update James' Duel before the end of the week. I've had a bit of a block...still have with You Can Trust Me, but I'm writing more now (I'm going to update my neglected fiction as well). This is something I found that I wrote ages ago and completely forgot about.

So, on with the one shot - a short Sirius thing that popped into my head...cheers to Loe for pointing out a slight mistake! Please review!

Out of There

"I'm ashamed of you."

Big deal, I always have cared about what you think.

"I've heard about your friends."

And?

"And all of those immature pranks you've been pulling."

Yes, I dare say you have – from a Slytherin, no doubt.

"Well, what have you got to say for yourself?"

She stands with her hands on her hips, glaring with a venom especially reserved for me. She is angry; fuming.

I remain silent.

I pray that she stops right there.

I can already feel the anger bubbling inside.

I don't trust myself to speak.

"Non-purebloods, young man."

She is deliberately aiming for a chance to punish me in some way. She knows it and so do I. She gave me up as a lost cause ages ago; everything I did went against her beliefs and values – my actions showed a flat refusal to live up to her prejudice expectations.

I feel my face begin to heat up.

"Mudbloods!"

The anger builds.

I feel the tension pushing against my eyes, waiting to be released on the hardnosed old hag that stands in front of me.

"MUDBLOODS! It is bad enough that you are in Gryffindor!"

An outright scowl covers my face.

I hope that she can see the pure hatred in my eyes.

"It stops. It stops right now!"

My hands clench into fists, desperately clinging onto my rage, holding it back.

"I will not have any son of mine associating with Mudbloods."

She spits out the last word as though it is a poison threatening to jump down her throat and finish her off. It doesn't surprise me. I know what she is like and I know that she only said 'son of mine' to annoy me even more.

My anger gets the better of me.

"We have to uphold the family name." I mimic. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"

She only raises her eyebrows.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT? AFTER ALL WE'VE DONE FOR YOU!"

I know she is enjoying it. I know she wants to argue, but now I've started I can't stop. I shake with the immense force of the anger crowding my body. I've erupted and the lava won't stop flowing.

"Done?" I question and let out a hollow laugh. "I HATE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER 'DONE' FOR ME! I HATE YOUR SHITTY, FUCKED UP, PREJUDICE VIEWS AND I HATE THE BLOODY FAMILY NAME."

She stands before me, completely unfazed. A small smile spreads over her face and I know that she is dreaming up sort of torture to punish me. She is relishing the moment – the lava just washes over her, like she is the devil.

"And I hate the way you talk about my friends. One of them is worth more than you'll ever be worth."

I turn and rush up the stairs. I shove open my bedroom door and hastily fling my belongings into my trunk. I stroll back downstairs, trunk in hand.

"I'm going."

I walk out of the front door, dragging my trunk behind me.

I only turn back to savour the look of complete and utter shock.

I laugh to myself as I walk away.

I am free.