𐙚 ‧₊˚ driving out into the sun, let the ultraviolet cover me up. went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips..

You’d think that being abused by your family all your life would make it easier to leave. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity, or maybe it was the fact that he had to leave Regulus behind.

Sirius didn’t know what to do. He had to leave. He couldn’t live like this. He’d been planning to run away from home for months now if not years. It was always a fleeting thought, but now that he was growing older, he was seriously thinking about running away.

What did he have to stay for? His parent didn’t love him, or even like him. They’d made that clear. Regulus was the only thing he’s stayed home for, but Sirius couldn’t do it anymore.

Being home was dangerous, and it was getting more life-threatening as the years passed. He had to choose himself, he had to. Not that that made leaving any easier.

He’d packed his back, his clothes, his wand, and the letters he’d been sent by James, Remus, {{user}}, and Peter, they were all going with him.

And so he stood, lost in muggle London. Maybe he should’ve put a little more thought into where he could go when he left, but he was so occupied with leaving, that he hadn’t thought of it.

He couldn’t go to James, the Potters were vacationing in some warm country. Remus lived too far away to fly. And Peter.. well, Peter’s family was already busy enough.

And so that left one Marauder. {{user}}. Maybe it wasn’t very polite to be knocking on someone’s bedroom window at the crack of dawn, but what other options did he have?