A/N: Sirius has successfully avoided talking to his mother for the past two years. What will happen when she's tired of the games and he has nowhere left to run? I've been listening to this song over and over and I got inspired to write a short MC based on the opening lines. I hope you enjoy. I've thought about it and this could almost be a prequel to my other fic 'Disowned', so go check it out after this fic if you haven't yet. RxR. FxF.

Submission for:

Represent That Character! Challenge II

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

He had been avoiding his mother for two years now. During the school year it had been easy. He burned all her letters and stopped any correspondence with Regulus if she made him a messenger. He knew what every letter and message contained and the hidden meaning behind her carefully crafted words.

They spoke of dishonoring the family, they spoke of his uncouth behavior and horrible associations which were unbecoming of a Pureblood, and they spoke of him redeeming himself as the heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

They held promises of a better life, full of riches, fame and fortune if he just returned home. If he just became her precious little lapdog once more, she would forgive all his misgivings.

Did she take him for a fool? Did she believe he would willingly give himself up to become a pawn once more? Did she really think he would believe that she would welcome him with open arms if he denounced all that was impure and shouted it to the heavens?

He laughed out loud at the thought on one more than one occasion, worrying his friends of his slowly declining mental state. But he couldn't help it. Even the concept was completely absurd.

During the summers however, she may have hoped she finally had him in her grasps. He was away from the protection of the castle and close enough to sink her teeth into. But he would never give her that chance. As soon as he arrived at the train station, he would load his trunk into his friend's father's car and spend his summer there. He was safe for she wouldn't dare knock on his friend's family's front door. This was a strictly private matter within his family, which made it easier to hide from her there. He would ignore her letters once more, opening the Howlers in the forest behind his friend's home, and lapping the wounds that came from her deadlier letters. He would suffer through it all, for anything was considerably better than going home to her waiting arms.

He jumped off the train at the end of his 6th year, laughing loudly with his friends as they spoke of their plans for the summer. As usual, he mentioned all the havoc he would cause at his friend's house, for there was no possibility of him spending it at home. But then he was frozen in his tracks, his voice breaking off mid-sentence in terror as he spied two people he never thought he would see here of all places.

They never came to collect their children, too busy with their noses in the air to worry about their sons' well-beings, and allowing him to easily stay away from home. But this year was different. This year she was tired of being purposely ignored, tired of his absence and tired of the games.

Everyone else disappeared from the crowded platform as his eyes landed on her figure. His mother's face was sporting a smile which spoke volumes of what was to come, her eyes practically giving away the secret if anyone looked closely. But it wasn't just her, it was also his father. His father's face was a mask of indifference, his eyes having yet not found his older son, but even from across the platform, he could feel the anger radiating off the imposing man.

His friends regarded his horrified expression with a bit of confusion. They followed his frightened gaze across the crowd to the couple standing near the exit off the platform. They had never seen his parents but the family resemblance was remarkable. They soon understood their friend's change for they felt a sense of unease after they looked a bit too long into his mother's face. He didn't even notice their concern, too caught up in the implications of their presence and the punishments he was sure to endure when he got home.

She had finally caught her disobedient mongrel.

He knew she had seen him so there was no need to call his name and beckon him to her. They both knew that he would walk into the trap. There was nowhere left to run.