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Parents

Sirius did not have a happy childhood. His years of youth were stricken and torn with irreversible damage. His mother is to blame for that.

Sirius was hurt by his mother's ideals. At least three times a day, His mother would state that blood mattered most in the wizarding world. If you were pure, he were worthy of magic. If you were besmirched and befouled by muggle impurities, you deserved to be drown off a cliff with a rope around your neck.

Sirius was often at ends with these morals. He never understood what was different between muggle-borns and pure-bloods. Whenever he expressed this conflict with his mother, there'd be hell to pay.

Sirius was also hurt by neglect. After their fights about morals, Sirius's mother would ignore him for hours. His dinner would be left uncooked and he put tucked himself into bed. At times his mother would acknowledge his presence, but as if he was dirty tissue that should be in the trash.

Sirius was also damaged physically. Some pretty nasty fights would lead to Sirius having to dodge from his mother. Whether it was swift blows with his palm or hexes shooting from her wand, Sirius would end up with some unpleasant mark. In the end Sirius would rather deal with the neglect than the jinxes.

Through it all, Sirius would still show some feeling for his mother. She was still his mother and like or not, she always would be. So Sirius tried to not get on her bad side, even though it was her only side.

One night, Sirius was sitting in his room writing a letter. He was sixteen and on summer break from Hogwarts. How he desperately wanted to get out of that dreary house. He was writing to his best friend James, who had just offered Sirius a place to stay at his house. Sirius was eagerly responding when there was a knock on his door.

Before he could open it, The door banged open. His mother stood there unsteadily. He robes were haphazardly worn and her legs were wobbling. Her yellow skin sagged as her eyes were glazed over. In one hand was her wand, in the other, an empty sherry bottle.

"you…"she mumbled, steeping into the room. "you…you...you…"

"mom," Sirius said wearily, easing up but holding his ground. She continued to wobble close.

"you…you…" she continued. "you…you…you…BLOOD TRAITOR!"

Sirius lunged to avoid a shot of red. His with gave a sickening lurch but she stood looked intently at her son, eyes burning with anger.

"You…you blood traitor! You shame my family! You don't deserve to be a Black!"

"ENOUGH!" roared Sirius. He was on his feet. His face full of fury. His mind was to the breaking point surging with everything his mother ever did. Mother stood there stunned, but quickly composed herself and cackled, raising her wand.

"NO!" Sirius roared sparks flying from his own wand. Unnaturally, his mother was thrown backward out of the room. Sirius quickly finished his letter tied it to the family owl and sent it soaring through the window. He then grabbed school trunk ad rushed out of his room. Sirius's mother was outside his room trying to get back on her feet, but was still able to stare dagger at Sirius.

"I'm leaving," said Sirius. "I've had enough. I'm through. I'm done dealing with you!"

With that he stormed down the stairs passing Regulus, looking confused. He walked down to the empty kitchen and over to the fireplace. His took some powder from the nearby pot, and threw it into the dying fire. It immediately turned green and rose high. He had one foot in the fire when his mother wobbled into the kitchen.

"You can't leave!" she cackled. "you have nowhere else to go!"

"I don't care," shot Sirius, still full of rage. "Anywhere's better than here."

With that he step into the fireplace and muttered, "the Potter house," and was whisked away, narrowly avoiding a sherry bottle thrown at him.

Thus, his childhood of abuse was over. He had moved on never to feel his mother's wrath. He saw beyond the neglect, bad morals, and abuse and let them slide from his life. HE was starting a new life, without his mother.

R&R this chapter's longer.