Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.

A/N: I like the concept of this, but I'm not keen on how I wrote it.

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Title: Family Feuding
Genre: Family
Rating: T
Warning: Language
Pairing/Character: Sirius, Walburga.
Word Count: 635

"Wait, I just need to go back and get something," Sirius lied, looking at his friends' backs. They all rolled their eyes and told him they'd meet him in Hogsmeade, leaving him alone. He waited at the bottom of the stairs until they'd left the Common Room, at which point he quickly sprinted up to his dorm room again.

He pulled a folded piece of parchment from his pillowcase and retrieved James's half of the charmed mirror from the bespectacled boy's bedside, running a hand through his hair. Sitting on his bed, he flattened the letter out. He tapped the mirror with his wand and watched as his reflection changed into the ceiling of the kitchen at Grimmauld Place.

"MUM!" he yelled into the mirror. He waited a while, knocking loudly on the glass, before a grumpy face appeared.

"What do you want?"

Sirius looked down at the letter, eyes scanning it carefully. He cleared his throat, and read a section out loud. "We're so proud of you. After the failure of a son Sirius has become, we feared you would follow in your big brother's footsteps. You're so strong and independent, and we couldn't be more pleased with you if you said you'd killed that awful boy. Well done, Regulus. Keep us updated, and stay evil. All our love, Mum and Dad. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss." His eyes flickered back to the mirror. "Nice, Mum," he said simply, hiding the bubbling anger.

"Where did you find that?" she growled.

"Reg shoved it in my face. The search wasn't too difficult. You know, I always knew you favoured him, but I didn't realise you were such a bitch."

"How dare you speak to me in such a manner! Watch your tongue!" She picked up the mirror so she didn't have to bend over, glaring at Sirius through the glass.

"How dare you talk about me as if I'm nothing!" Sirius retorted, standing up and pacing with the mirror in his hands. "How dare you joke about my death!"

"Watch your tone, Sirius Orion Black."

"I'm your bloody son! You can't talk about me to Regulus like that!"

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!"

Sirius gritted his teeth as he blinked away frustrated tears. "I hate you," he said through his teeth, his voice barely more than a whisper. He cocked an eyebrow as he added, "How's that for watching my tone?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer, throwing the mirror at the wall and watching as it shattered across the floor. Sirius collapsed onto his bed, running a hand through his hair as a lone tear found its way down his cheek. He wiped it away hastily and sniffed, thinking over the past few minutes.

His mum had told him how much she wanted him gone, how much of a failure he was, countless times, and he'd never thought anything of it. She'd thrown death threats and curses at him so many times that they no longer phased him. But knowing it wasn't only him she told these things to scared him, upset him, struck home. She was serious, it wasn't just the anger talking, she really did hate him.

With a sigh, Sirius pushed himself from the bed and left, leaving behind the broken mirror and the memory of his awful bitch of a mother, hurrying through the corridors to catch up with the Marauders.

He could handle his mother later. Right now, his friends needed him to keep the day interesting. He could worry about his family some other time.

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!" - Gone With The Wind.

A/N: Fun fact: When writing in an OpenOffice document, I don't swear. I leave swear words out, or replace them with words like "rubbish" or "hag", then switch them to what I really wanted them to be when I'm uploading onto here.

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