Regulus
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Sirius had tried, he really had. He wanted to be like all of the other families getting together over the holidays and enjoying the time outside of Hogwarts. It wasn't that he wanted to spend more time with his parents, more so that he just didn't want anything else reminding him of how different he was compared to his friends and the other kids he saw at school. There was only so many times he could stay at school for the holidays before suspicions arose and his parents were insistent that he came home with Regulus at the end of the term. If he was being completely honest though, Sirius didn't understand why they were being so pushy; it wasn't like they actually wanted him there. Every time he returned to Grimmauld Place, he was reminded of what a failure and disappointment he was. His parents hadn't been happy to see him even before he started at Hogwarts but now he had been sorted into Gryffindor and he had been keeping 'the wrong sort of company', their hatred for him was just becoming more and more obvious. Part of Sirius wanted to stay for Regulus' sake, but, at the same time, he knew that Regulus was the golden child and whether Sirius was there or not, Regulus would be safe. He'd had hope that he could convince his brother not to go down the path of evil and hatred that their parents had but he just seemed to be going further and further into that same life over the past year or two and it broke Sirius' heart. There was no good left here for him anymore.
Regardless, Sirius tried to stay strong, even now when he was bruised and bleeding, when he had only just recovered from having the cruciatus curse used on him by his own mother. Sirius didn't want to worry anyone or make things a bigger deal than they had to be but there was only so much that he could take and he'd reached that limit. The Gryffindor boy already had his wand in his pocket which he was extremely grateful for because he didn't have time to grab anything else, he wasn't safe here anymore. He waited for his mother to be just minorly distracted before sprinting to the fireplace and grabbing some floo powder. Moments later, he appeared in the Potters' fireplace bruised, bleeding and shaking. Tears welled up in his eyes but he refused to let them fall and he just stood in the fireplace, unable to move and unaware of the eyes that were currently on him.
Regardless, Sirius tried to stay strong, even now when he was bruised and bleeding, when he had only just recovered from having the cruciatus curse used on him by his own mother. Sirius didn't want to worry anyone or make things a bigger deal than they had to be but there was only so much that he could take and he'd reached that limit. The Gryffindor boy already had his wand in his pocket which he was extremely grateful for because he didn't have time to grab anything else, he wasn't safe here anymore. He waited for his mother to be just minorly distracted before sprinting to the fireplace and grabbing some floo powder. Moments later, he appeared in the Potters' fireplace bruised, bleeding and shaking. Tears welled up in his eyes but he refused to let them fall and he just stood in the fireplace, unable to move and unaware of the eyes that were currently on him.