What Feels Like Home - August 24th, 1976 Who: Sirius, James Where: Potter House When: 8/24/76, late evening Rating: PG Invasion: Anyone likely to be at the Potters'
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Sirius had waited until the house was quiet aside from the faint mutterings of Kreacher to get his stuff together. He spent a good ten minutes haphazardly throwing whatever he could lay hands on into his trunk until it was overfilling, and then he used the tried and true method of sitting on it until he could get it to close. Then, he promptly shoved it out the window, rather glad the thing had a cushioning charm on it and wouldn't scare the muggle neighbors half to death be exploding on the sidewalk.
That done, he'd shrugged into the old, muggle leather jacket he'd bought at a yard sale a few months before and hopped out the window. He would have been in a bad way if he hadn't had hold of his broom to keep him from splattering on the sidewalk.
Once he was all sorted and on the ground, it didn't take much more to catch a ride on the Knight Bus and go straight for the Potters'.
Sirius sighed, propping his chin on his hand as he stared dully out of the window the entire way there, trying not to pay much attention to the stomach-lurching changes in landscape. He wasn't sure what his family would think when they found his room empty, but he didn't much care at the moment. His longer than usual hair was testament to that. The entire family situation was just making him... tired.
He was going to lie through his teeth and laugh like he didn't have a care in the world once he reached James' place, but... this was still bloody obnoxious.
Sirius was really starting to wonder if it wasn't time for desperate measures.
The bus slamming on its breaks didn't shake Sirius out of his glum mood, but the sound of his trunk hitting the front windshield did. Which was rather good -- he'd arrived.
As Sirius scrambled off of the bus with his trunk clunking behind him, he pasted on a smile. It was time to forget about his blood relatives for a while.