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The last thing he really remembers vividly is his mother scraping through his brain and catching on the memory of Sirius snogging Remus, the half-bred boy with scars and tawny curls and warm amber eyes that are sharp with intellect. He remembers honing in on the memory, of what it felt like to press his lips to the hollow of his throat, of his smooth skin beneath his palms, of the overwhelming feeling of warmth bursting through him at every kiss.
He remembers her eyes, cold and hard as steel, as she told him he could fuck whoever he wanted if he did his duty as heir. He remembers laughing denial in her face. The rest of the evening is in shambles: it doesn’t come back into focus until Regulus is shaking him awake where he lay in a pool of his own blood, being dragged quietly through the house until Regulus could shove him out the front door.
(Or, Sirius doesn't escape his childhood home unscathed.)