Walburga Black swished her wand, left and right, yelling "CRUCIO" at the top of her lungs. Every time Walburga shot the curse, Sirius would cry out in agony. And every time Walburga would regret it. 'But what has to be done must be done,' she thought.

She kept on cursing her son. After a while, Sirius escaped from the red jets of light and scrambled upstairs. He grabbed his trunk and ran down the stairs, dodging a beam of red light, "CRUCIO," ringing in his ears.

When he reached for the door knob, Walburga shrieked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOY?"

Sirius answered angerly, "Leaving this hell hole."

"BUT YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO GO!"

"ANYWHERE WILL BE BETTER THAN HERE!" Sirius shouted at his mother.

Walburga was taken aback. 'What has to be done, must be done,' she thought. She raised her wand and pointed it at the Black Family Tree. A beam of light shot out of the top of her wand and hit Sirius's picture on the tapestry. "You are no longer a son of mine," she said menacingly.

A tear trickled down Sirius's face. "Okay then. What ever you say." He yanked open the door and ran out, slamming the door behind him.

Tears streamed out of Walburga's eyes as she saw her oldest son disappear from sight. "What has to be done, must be done," she whispered under her breath.

And from the corner of the room, Regulus saw his older brother, his role model, get disowned in front of his very eyes.