Part II
Sirius took the Knight Bus to Potter Manor, where the Lord, Lady, and Heir of the House of Potter lived. Sirius had always hated the Knight Bus, the way it made him feel like he was going to flip upside down, or fall onto the floor making him fear the bus, but he couldn't think of any other way to get to the Potters. He could have used the Floo Network back at Grimmauld Place, but he didn't want his parents to know where he was going. He knew that his grandparents would probably find out either way, but he was more tolerant of them knowing.
Sirius arrived at Potter Manor after what felt like an eternity. Euphemia Potter opened the door as Sirius walked closer.
"We were expecting you," she said. "Come in, dear." Sirius was shocked as he followed James' mother into the manor. She led him to the kitchen where James and his father, Fleamont Potter, were sitting.
"You were expecting me?" Sirius asked, surprised.
"Yes," Fleamont Potter said, standing and walking over to Sirius. "Your grandparents informed us you had run away, and they had a feeling you were most likely coming here. It seems that they were correct!"
"I'm probably being disowned for running away, I'm sure of it," Sirius muttered.
James' parents looked at each other. "No, I don't think you were disowned," Euphemia replied.
"If I haven't been, yet, I will be," Sirius said stubbornly, not willing to believe that his family wouldn't disown him.
James broke the silence. "Come on, Padfoot! I'll show you to your room! It's right next to mine!" Sirius was led to a large room that screamed Gryffindor, with all the red and gold decorations. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, thank you, Prongs," Sirius said with a grin.
That night, as Sirius lay in bed, he thought about Regulus. He had mixed feelings about his brother. On one hand, he could not believe that Regulus could be so blind to their parents' way of things. Regulus should not have followed their parents' footsteps, and should not be worshiping blood purist ideals. On the other hand, Sirius wished he could have saved his brother, perhaps if he had paid more attention and actually took the time to help and care for his brother, perhaps this wouldn't have happened. Maybe, if he had dragged Regulus out of the house with him, things could have been better. He also knew, however, that Regulus would have refused to go with him, which would have just made things even worse, and perhaps, they would have had a worse fight.
Sirius fell asleep thinking about Regulus. His dreams, however, were not peaceful. His dreams consisted of his parents torturing him, and then being disowned. In his dream, his grandmother wasn't even there to help him, and his grandfather had just ignored it all.
Sirius woke up abruptly. He felt like the dream was real, even though it wasn't. He knew that his parents torturing him was realistic, and his grandfather just ignoring it all was realistic. After all, Arcturus Black never stopped anyone from being disowned, so if Sirius did get disowned, he would have no one to stop it from happening.
The next morning, after a big breakfast that had been prepared by the Potters' house-elves, Fleamont informed Sirius that there was someone there to talk to him.
Sirius sat in the sitting room, wondering who was there to speak to him. Just then, he heard footsteps. Sirius widened his eyes as he saw his grandfather walk into the room. He and his grandfather had never seen eye to eye, though part of that was Sirius' fault, because Sirius was too stubborn, and his Black temper always got the better of him, but of course, he would never admit that.
"Sirius," Arcturus greeted, sitting across from him.
"What do you want, Grandfather? What? Are you here to tell me that I'm disowned?" Sirius asked bitterly.
"Sirius, do not talk to me in that manner," Arcturus said sternly. "I am here to tell y…"
"That Mother and Father want me to come back home? What? You're not here to drag me back to Grimmauld Place, are you?" Sirius snapped.
"Sirius Orion Black!" Arcturus admonished. "That is not how you talk to your elders. Now, listen closely. You have not been disowned, and no, you are not going back to Grimmauld Place."
"Oh, really? Sure, whatever you say!" Sirius said, not believing him for a minute.
"I support your decision to be here, and I am more than alright with you remaining here with the Potters," Arcturus continued. "It is better than where you were before."
Sirius snorted. He had the mindset that almost all Blacks were evil, and he wasn't seeing that the Black he was currently speaking with was not evil, and in fact, cared. "And why should I believe you?"
Arcturus looked hurt. "Sirius, I've always cared about your well-being. I want you to be happy," he said quietly. "Your mother has already tried to disown you, but I stopped her. You are still the Heir to this family, and you are still my grandson."
Sirius sighed. "Fine, whatever," he muttered. "Thanks, I guess."
Arcturus stood. "If you ever need anything, you can always floo-call Black Manor. I'll always be there for you, even if you don't want me to be. Good luck, Sirius."
"Thank you," Sirius said simply, watching Arcturus leave the room. Part of him felt bad for snapping at his grandfather, but the other part of him was too stubborn to think that Arcturus actually did care about him.
Perhaps, one day, he would reconnect with his family, but for now, he wanted to stay away from all Blacks, except Andromeda, of course. At least he had the Potters to stay with now, and that was more than he ever could have asked for.