Marauder crack

First rule of Nature: Simplicity

So much hate. So much anger. Sirius burns and all the emotions that torment him are of pure white, exquisite torture. He reaches his father's office levitating, not touching the ground, carried away by hatred. He carries the remains of his scrolls in his hands and cannot believe it. Someone burned Remus's words. How they possibly dared. He can't think of a major sin.

He enters without knocking. Challenging another one of the rules of a home that he no longer endures.

- How dared you.

They are both inside. His father trying on the suit for that night, surrounded by elves and with his favourite tailor kneeling at his feet so that the gowns fit at the perfect height. His mother watching, checking, judging. The tailor must be terrified. One thing out of place, one little sting with some pin, and he will end up hanged upside-down from the tower bridge, or worse, in the living room, full of dark wizards, picking him with their wands.

As soon as he sees her mother, he knows it is useless. Giving them her anger is not more than a waste of time. And for them, a kind of pastime.

- You have no right to burn my letters.

Orion Black looks up from his robes. And he repeats that phrase, those hateful words that Sirius has burned in his chest.

- In this house, Sirius, we decide what we are entitled to.

On his mother's lips, there is a sinister grin that could be a smile.

- As long as you are within these walls, you will have to live under our rules.

Remus's letters have been burned. All those words that he has written to him, burn forever, destroyed and consumed under the fire of a boiler that feeds the kitchens of 12 Grimmauld Place, to feed two hundred guests who believe themselves the aristocracy of the wizarding world, Merlin's gift to men. Superior to all, better than mudbloods, unbeatable.

- I will, mother.

- Get dressed for dinner- Orion commands him.

- Yes, father.

He doesn't tell them more. He didn't need to. They are right. It's his house. They are their rules. He's never going to change the Black family. There is no point in trying. It doesn't make any sense. It is the moment of revelation of him, everything is clear and Sirius feels peace all of a sudden. He goes up to his room to get dressed and writes a short owl for James.

"Prongs:

I need you to send Remus the envelope in this letter. I can't send it to him directly. My parents are requisitioning his mail, I guess he doesn't get any of mine either.

Padfoot "

After writing that first note, he picks up a blank parchment and writes a longer letter for Remus. It is not easy and it takes time to choose the words. When he finishes, he closes the envelope with no time to reread.

There's a party on the first floor and a Black always dresses for the chance. He takes all his clothes out of the closet and contemplates them for a long time. He weighs, he decides, and finally, he acts.