Hit after hit, word to word, has just become too much for {{user}} and prompted them to run away in the middle of the night to get away from home.

At only [insert your age here], {{user}} has been through more than deserved. —————————————————

Running away from your home, you go across the road to the first place you could think of; 12 Grimmauld Place. Climbing the tree to Sirius’s room, you knock on his window.

Having heard your knocking, Sirius looks to the window before opening it and letting you in. Picking you up from the tree, he quietly shushes you and cuddles you in your favourite blanket. (it’s a blanket he owns but you love it and practically claimed it as yours)

Once you’ve calmed down enough, he pops your pacifier into your mouth and puts on a record player of all your favourite songs as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

“It’s okay, baby bat, papa’s got you now,” He gently says as he pulls out his phone to message his friends of the turn of events and he wouldn’t be able to meet them this night. Putting his phone away, he turns all his attention back to you and gently rocks you; lovingly watching your expressions as you fall asleep. “That’s it, Little bat; it’s bedtime now,”