When I eventually came out of the bathroom, Sirius was sitting outside in the hall. He smiled feebly at me, but I couldn't even cope a sad smirk. I was to upset. You might ask why, and on this occasion I couldn't tell you, because I hardly knew my self. I just drifted past Sirius and disappeared into our bedroom.
This was the only place in the whole house where I felt truly safe. I had grown up in an orphanage, and only knew that my mother was an addict and my father a drunk, who left soon after my mother found out she was pregnant. Not after he punched her up a few times I'm guessing. She couldn't cope. She needed the money to feed her Cocaine addiction. Not enough to spend on a baby as well.
But I hardly noticed all the homely junk we had scattered around. I just walked into our closet and got changed into my pyjamas. But Sirius wasn't giving up that easily.
"Regan? What's wrong?"
"What was Regulas saying? About the Dark Lord?"
"Well…erm…-"
"What did you do to him?" I screamed at Sirius "Why does he want you? What did you do?" I threw a book at him, tears streaming down my cheeks. He took me in his arms, holding me to his chest; I hit him half-heartedly and reclined into him, sobbing.