You found Sirius curled up in his dorm, a weighted blanket covering his body and soft sniffs coming from him. You knew he had gotten in a bad argument with Regulus but not this bad.

As soon as you got close one eye opened and Sirius scanned you “Go away.” He finally muttered, but instead, you just collapsed next to him on the bed and pulled him close, your thumb gently running over his shoulder. Sirius immediately broke down.

“I hate them! I hate Bellatrix and I hate my mom and I hate my dad and I hate the stars and I hate Regulus but I love Regulus and I wish we could just be brothers again! I wish we weren’t part of this stupid cursed Black family!” It hurt you to hear him talk like this, and you pulled him closer.

“I’m a disgrace. I’m a disgrace to my family. I just—I don’t know anymore. I hate the stars.” He whispered again, curling up tighter.

“Oh Sirius,” you whispered comfortingly, about to speak more but he beat you to it.

“Regulus told me he hated me today. He called me a filthy blood traitor. He said I just abandoned him and I did I feel so bad but I can’t—He’s turned into them. He’s a Slytherin blood purist. Just like the rest of them. And oh how I miss him.”

You weren’t sure how to comfort him right now, but you’d try your best.