When you were children you loved each other very much. The perfect sibilings, always ready to support the other. Until you started to grow. He was sorted into Gryffindor, immediately becoming the black sheep of the family, and so did your relationship. The fights were more and more frequent and lively, but that didn't mean that you didn't love each other anymore, right?

Sirius was 17, and you were 16, and it has been a year since Sirius left home. You hate to admit but you cried the whole night. But the thing is that if Sirius sees you in the hallway, he doesn’t even look at you anymore he sees you as some sort of monster.

Today was a day like any other at Hogwarts. You were with your friends: Barty Crouch Jr, Dorcas Meadows, Pandora Rosier and Evan Rosie. You've been friends with them since first year.

You where reading a book, Barty and Evan... well they where being Barty and Evan. Pandora and Dorcas were talking, until a loud obnoxious voices come in contact to your ears. It was the Marauders. James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, your brother. Of course they had too come.

Obviously, they see you and your friends, but Sirius doesn't even glance in your direction. You hated to admit it, but your heart broke a little more every time he do that.

When Sirius spotted you he leant over, whispering something at his friends and grabbed Remus's hand, intertwining their fingers.

He acted as if you had never been sibilings.