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“I can’t wait to get out of this place,” said Sirius. “I can’t wait for school to begin again.” “Tell me about it,” replied Remus. “It’s so different there. Not like…” “Not like home,” Sirius said.

"Nobody in this family wants you here, Sirius, don’t you see? You’re the shame of our family tree. I’ve just been waiting for you to screw up and make it obvious and for everyone to see!”

“Sirius… please. I’ve never asked anything of you, but you have to at least listen. Let me explain. I think you’re going to want to know about this.”

“I’m sorry, Regulus,” said Sirius, for the first time sounding human since they’d started this conversation, “but I can’t go back."

The boy held a scroll of parchment clasped in his hand. Sirius violently tugged out of his grip and read it. It was signed with Professor Dumbledore’s slanting hand-writing.

"Please, son, I’ll do whatever you want!” Mrs. Black said. “Then don’t do the same thing to Regulus that you did to me. This is your chance to change,” Sirius said to her, and then he turned and went through the door.

Sirius never felt that he fitted in with the rest of the Blacks. He has experienced some of his worst memories at no. 12 Grimmauld Place and feels nothing but hatred towards his parents and brother. One evening, it all becomes too much for him to handle, and he decides to leave it all behind.