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"And what about your eldest?"

"He'll give you no trouble."

Sirius stiffened and he and Regulus made eye contact across the table. Regulus' grey eyes pleading not to cause trouble tonight.

"I have heard rumors about him, he's not very good at following orders is he?"

Orion Black cleared his throat, "he just needs the right motivation."

"Of course." The man glanced over at Sirius, dark eyes boring into him and Sirius glared right back, the only form of rebellion he had left. The man smirked and Sirius licked his lips, he wanted to play at this game...Sirius could play.

But then dinner was over and everyone was standing, the elves collecting the plates and Sirius was once again grasped tightly by his father, holding him in place, nails digging in.

"Thank you Walburga, for you hospitality, the meal was delicious." His tone was dark and deep and Sirius nearly chuckled once he figured out what was going on, and he felt his father bristle at the implied words. Even Regulus had to work to hide a smirk.

Almost as soon as the door closed the arguments started.

"You can't make me do anything!"

"You underestimate us then boy, you will do what we say or you will suffer the consequences!"

And it's then that Sirius remembers Bellatrix's words, from...what was it...last year? The year before?

That's your decision...

And this was it. This was him, making that decision, choosing between doing what he was told, or dealing with the consequences. And it all feels too heavy, weighing him down. Because he had always thought James and the other would have his back. That they would be there, ready to catch him if he chose to fall. But they weren't, and it's not like he had meant it literally, because he would never want them to have to endure this, his family, sitting in this house, but he thought...he thought he would still have them, as friends you know?

And he didn't.

The Marauder's were over. Done. Dust.

And everything felt so much heavier now.

And now the other side of the argument was looking so much more attractive. Wealth, power, political standing. He would have everything he ever wanted, ever needed handed to him.

"You can't just force me to decide...this is my home!"

His mother lashed out, her grey eyes wild, slapping him across the face.

"Don't you dare say this is your home! After all that you've done to ruin our family!"

Sirius stepped back and stared at her, because...well she had a point. How many times had he complained that this house wansn't a home, let alone his home? It was just...if he left now...he left everything.

We'll be enemies, and you know I won't hold back...

He had no money, no clothes, no house, no family, no friends. He would have no where to go...no place where he belonged.

But he didn't belong here either.

Sirius took a deep breath.

"I won't do it. I'm leaving."

Only after he said it did he catch the pain in his brother's eyes.

There was silence.

The calm before the storm.

So...what do you think of my poorly written attempt at Sirius leaving home? Review?