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1/3/08 12:03 am
He looked around, breathing heavily. He had to get out. He needed to leave. But how? His eyes fell on his broom in the corner. His eyes darted about to see what he could grab. What he could take to keep what he needed. Most of the photographs were permanently stuck to the wall. He didn't have time to reverse those incantations. Not without drawing attention to himself. He stood in front of them, one last time, and sighed. They would never know about his home life and for that much he was glad. They knew it was bad, that was all they needed to know. That was all that concerned them. His family usually took great care to fix him up before he saw anyone so they didn't have any suspicions outside of heavy emotional abuse. He lifted his hand to his jaw and fingered the swelling around the gash that had been cast there. Grimacing slightly at the pain, he couldn't imagine what they would think if they saw him now.
He moved to his broom stick and threw open the only window in the room. It wasn't terribly large but it was just big enough that he could get out of it. He looked at the door one last time. Regulus. He should go to him. He should say goodbye. But he couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk leaving the room and being seen. He couldn't risk what could happen if they got a hold of him again. His stomach knotted once over in fear. He could practically see the look on his mother's face once again as she threw curse after curse at him. There was no anger, no sadness. The only emotion that existed there was glee. Pure, unadulterated glee. She enjoyed causing him pain at this point. He was a disgrace to her family's name, and she made sure he knew it every time he walked through that door.
His stomach dropped to the floor. He could hear footsteps coming toward his room. He couldn't tell who they belonged to in his panic. He didn't have time to wait anymore. He looked around what had been his bedroom for the past sixteen years one last time before shoving himself out the window, broom in hand. He headed for the only place he could think of, the Potters'. Moments later, Regulus stuck his head into his older brother's room.
"Sirius?" he whispered, not wanting his mother to hear him. But there was no answer, and there never would be again.
He moved to his broom stick and threw open the only window in the room. It wasn't terribly large but it was just big enough that he could get out of it. He looked at the door one last time. Regulus. He should go to him. He should say goodbye. But he couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk leaving the room and being seen. He couldn't risk what could happen if they got a hold of him again. His stomach knotted once over in fear. He could practically see the look on his mother's face once again as she threw curse after curse at him. There was no anger, no sadness. The only emotion that existed there was glee. Pure, unadulterated glee. She enjoyed causing him pain at this point. He was a disgrace to her family's name, and she made sure he knew it every time he walked through that door.
His stomach dropped to the floor. He could hear footsteps coming toward his room. He couldn't tell who they belonged to in his panic. He didn't have time to wait anymore. He looked around what had been his bedroom for the past sixteen years one last time before shoving himself out the window, broom in hand. He headed for the only place he could think of, the Potters'. Moments later, Regulus stuck his head into his older brother's room.
"Sirius?" he whispered, not wanting his mother to hear him. But there was no answer, and there never would be again.