Pureblood.
What hurt him most was the blood that ran in his veins. Pure, full of magic, but at the same time disgusting, because of the turbulent waters of the legacy behind it.
He couldn't stand being a Black. He had the full weight of his family on his shoulders, because he was a man, and the one in charge of passing on his family name for a decade of generations more.
Though, with all his being, he wished he could never give that burden to someone else.
At first, Bellatrix took it upon herself to remind him of that every time she saw him. Narcissa, just looked over her shoulder, making no pretense of helping, and Andromeda, tried to protect his cousin's decision.
At the end of the day, the way to save her integrity in the family was to follow what his mother said.
From the time she turned five, her marriage was arranged. A pretty, pure-blooded, manipulable girl, just as her mother had always imagined her ideal daughter-in-law. From his father, Orion, the only piece of advice he could salvage was the one he passed on to him two days before leaving Hogwarts.
“Enjoy the next seven years, Sirius, because once you leave school, you'll have no escape from us anymore.”
So much time had passed since those words. Sirius received that as if it was a cart blank to do whatever he wanted. He didn't quite hate his father, but he hated how soft he was on his mother. His decisions came from her ideas, an example was the one that made her portrait disappear from the family tree, for joining Gryffindor.
Sirius, in the years to come, had so many experiences that he was surprised to still be alive. With his limbs safe and sound, and only a couple of scars.
When he met his supposed fiancée, he was amazed at how beautiful she was, and how little women made him feel. He smiled at her and the two stayed talking until the sun came up again, as if they were lifelong friends, only to disappear from each other's lives; the next morning. He told her about the engagement, about the pain, about Lupin, and asked about her.
When he opened his eyes, he felt his body poisoned by alcohol: heavy and happy.
Without wanting to, since he'd put up the first Rolling Stones poster in his room, he had determined his side. She saw James’s flirting with Lily, and Peter trying to come to his senses.
Then to Lupin, who was meticulously picking up the mess.
They were his winning side. His ultimate destiny. The reason he defied his own legacy, withering his blood and fighting his entire life against family expectations.
The marauders were in his side, and he wasn't about to let something like blood, set about destroying it.
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