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OotP, 47
"You're not on here!" said Harry, after scanning the bottom of the tree.
"I used to be there," said Sirius, pointing at a small, round, charred hole in the tapestry, rather like a cigarette
burn. "My sweet old mother blasted me off after I ran away from home - Kreacher's quite fond of muttering
the story under his breath."
"You ran away from home?"
"When I was about sixteen," said Sirius. "I'd had enough."
"Where did you go?" asked Harry, staring at him.
"Your dad's place," said Sirius. "Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a
second son. Yeah, I camped out at your dad's during the school holidays, and then when I was seventeen I
got a place of my own, my Uncle Alphard had left me a decent bit of gold - he's been wiped off here too, that's
probably why - anyway, after that I looked after myself. I was always welcome at Mr. and Mrs. Potter's for
Sunday lunch, though."