I still wonder why it took so long. Even as a five-year-old, I was brave enough to do it.
Merlin knows there were more than enough reasons, and that I had my head out of my arse long enough to see them. For one thing, the pair of them had been despicable to a point that other parents – not counting Purebloods – never reach. As wizards, they were evil, stupid, and so full of themselves that I couldn't help but be ashamed.The blue-blooded hypocrites... they were so set oninsisting that the world was better off without Muggles, butthen so ready toflee when Voldemort turns around and starts blasting everyone off...
They were cowards, the whole bloody lot of them.
I still ask James why it had taken so long for the truth to sink in; I can look back, smirk, and ask myself, "Sixteen years?" He's a stupid prat, though; he goes on about domestic ties and thinks that because they're my parents, it's, by nature, intolerably difficult to abhor them as they deserve.
He was probably being sarcastic.
So I left. They were stupid cowards who weren't even properly evil, and so I left. As a young man, I taught myself not to look back, not to think back and remember there had been happier times for me as a very young and very blind boy - I'm so trained, actually, that when my mind is perilously meandering, I ask myself with scorn, "what happier times?" and that is enough to remind me of the solid, solid truth.
And that, of course, is that I'm right. I was right to leave. Screw James and his sarcastic mind games. I left, I left my House and my parents and I'm bloody proud of it too.
Domestic ties... what rubbish.
-- fin.
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Afterthoughts: I hope I'm not the only one who can see that Sirius is in frighteningly 'sirius' (heh) denial.
