“I can take care of myself!” exclaimed sixteen year old Sirius Black.
“Padfoot, come on. Stay with me,” replied James Potter.
“No, I won’t give my parents the satisfaction of me bunking with the first friend that offers. I left to prove that I am perfectly capable of looking after myself.”
“Didn’t you leave because of their pure-blood mania?”
“That too,” Sirius added as he stormed down the Potter’s hallway.
James followed him, “Oh come on, stay a couple of days, it won’t hurt. Plus, it’s pouring outside.”
“No,” Sirius snarled stubbornly as he opened the front door.
The rain splattered onto the concrete path as Sirius stepped outside.
“Don’t be an idiot, you’ll freeze!” called James. “Your parents won’t want you to end up dying from pneumonia!”
“You don’t know my parents; they don’t give a crap about me!”
“But you’re a Black. That has to amount to something!” Sirius didn’t reply. He was now halfway down the path.
“Wait, Padfoot!” called James from the doorway where he still stood. Sirius wheeled around irritably.
“I’m not staying!”
“Ok, but take this,” said James as he briefly disappeared from the doorway, reappearing holding a Muggle umbrella and coat. James opened the umbrella and stepped outside, heading towards his friend.
“Thanks,” muttered Sirius sheepishly as he took the items. James bolted back towards the house.
“Remember, you can always come back here.”
Sirius turned around and headed off down the street. He wandered to the main road, where he stopped. Where was
he supposed to go?
Across the street there was a Muggle hotel. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do for one night. Making sure that there were no cars coming, Sirius walked onto the road. He didn’t notice someone heading towards him from the other side. Accidentally brushing against the man, he continued on towards the footpath.
Once he had reached the opposite path he heard someone calling his name. Sirius looked up and saw James’ father standing a few meters away.
“Yes, my boy. What are you doing out here?”
“I-I was…” stuttered Sirius.
“Running away from home?”
“Yeah,” Sirius sighed.
“Why don’t you stay with us?”
“James already asked me.”
“You didn’t want to have to rely on your friend’s charity?”
“Come on, don’t consider it a charity, consider it an offer.” Sirius looked up at Mr. Potter.
“I guess I could do that.”
“Good boy, now let’s go home before we both catch colds.”
Once back in the Potter home Sirius was greeted by his best friend’s laughter.
“I knew you would come back! You really don’t care about what your parents think.”
“Oh I do,” Sirius chuckled. “I will always be a Black, but I will make sure that my mother curses the day I was born.”
James patted his friend on the back. “Come on, dinner’s ready.”
“I've finally stopped running away from myself. Who else is there better to be?” Sirius added as they all headed down towards the kitchen.