"Yeah, listen to me." Why did he even try? No matter what he said, he was wrong and had been since he was a child and he'd be substituted by three idiots who proved just how fallible they were, but his brother would never see it. "You know what? Well fuck you, Sirius, because I will always be wrong, and you will always be right, and I'm done trying to reach out. I should have figured it out back then that I'd lost my brother. Hell, I did, but I thought this could give us a second chance."
He got up. "I think it's time for you to leave, because in the end you are a fucking Gryffindor arsehole, and not because I like school, but because you prove that those labels exist for a reason, because no matter what is in front of you, you are still the same self-righteous ponce who can't even conceive that maybe he's not completely innocent. You talk about moving past what happened and yet you're still arguing our right you were, how wrong I was and how everything should have been done the way you said. So yeah, it's hard to leave it behind when it requires accepting that your vision of history is the only one that matters."
He shook his head. "For the record, I never wanted something new. I wanted something old, I wanted my brother and didn't care anything about Gryffindors or Slytherins, because we were better than all of them. We could have been." He huffed. "Happy, because we were already rich, famous and important, but apparently you can't be happy no matter where you are, now matter how old you are. You are intent on living the most miserable life possible. From all accounts, that's what you did even after you escaped. You just don't have it in you to see the good in life, because no one can ever compare to you. So I'm sorry I fail to live up to your standard and I can't be as awesome as Potter and Lupin, but I'm happy here. I'm learning things I never knew. I have a girlfriend whose power surpasses that of the Dark Lord and Dumbledore combined and who likes me. I'm making friends. It'll have to do."