Sirius was in his bed, curtains of the fourposter drawn, when James came in. "Sirius, are you ok-" James tried to ask.
"It's nothing," Sirius told him quietly, hidden behind the curtains.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure! I should probably be sure of my own early life."
"Your… early life?" James asked mystified.
"Like I said, it's nothing," Sirius repeated.
"Mate, you seemed pretty angry back in the office," James reasoned cautiously.
Sirius exclaimed, "I have every right to be don't I? Bloody toad using my mum's methods."
"What?" James's eyes went wide with shock. While Sirius had never said much about his home life, people had known relationships with his family was rocky. However, nobody quite knew why.
"Ignore it. It's nothing, ok?" Sirius told James quietly. Disbelieving, James slowly stepped forwards and pulled open the curtains. Sirius's normally carefree face was now a mess of tears. They ran down his face slowly, each lingering like another sorrow.
"Are you sure it's nothing?" James whispered, shocked to see his friend looking so broken. Sirius looked away and spoke.
"My mum, dear old mum, hates me. She says that I'm a disappointment, wasting my true legacy as a Black by associating with non-pure bloods," Sirius whispered even more quietly. "She says even though Reagulus is younger, not even into Hogwarts, but is smarter than me. She's rewriting her will so that Reagulus gets everything- the money, the house. I don't care about that. But she always reminds me I'm a disappointment. When I would talk about someone who wasn't a pureblood in a complimentary way…. She would beat me. Last year, she bought one of those blood quills. I had to use it for my homework over the summer." James stared at him in shock. "It's like I don't have a family."
They were silent for a moment before James said, "If you don't have that family, Remus, Peter, and I will be there."
Sirius turned back to him. "Thanks, mate."