Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do NOT own Harry Potter or related characters…Geez why do I even have to point that out?!

N.B. This story was inspired by the song "Look What You've Done" by Jet….

Not Foolish

Sirius walked slowly up the drive of his best friend James' house. His heart felt heavy and this confused him greatly.

I'm supposed to be happy aren't I? He asked himself. Then he remembered the shock and despair in his little brother's eyes when he told him he was leaving. He never realized until that moment how much Regulus relied on him and it almost broke his heart to leave him there in the home which was like hell…almost.

The door flew open just as Sirius raised his hand to knock. He was met with the surprised face of James Potter.

"Padfoot? What are you-?" he began to ask then realization stole across his face as he took in his friend's appearance. "You did it, didn't you?" Sirius nodded somberly as he tried to smile. "Come on mate." He said, reaching his arm around his best friend's shoulders. "Come inside." James led him inside and into the kitchen where Mr. and Mrs. Potter stood talking amicably.

"Mum, Dad, Sirius is here now." They both looked over to him with warm expressions. As Mrs. Potter smiled at Sirius, he couldn't help but smile back. Here, he knew he was loved, even though they were only his best friend's parents.

I can't stay here; I'll just be a burden to them. They don't need the trouble I bring. Sirius opened his mouth to tell them as much when Mrs. Potter beat him too it.

"Don't be silly, of course we want you to stay with us." she said, answering Sirius' unvoiced thoughts. "Go show him his room, James."

"Sure thing, Mum." James replied brightly. Just as he was about to lead him out of the room, Sirius turned to look at the people who were the parents he always wished he could have had.

"Thank you." He almost whispered, his eyes shining with gratitude. The Potters just smiled in reply. No words were needed; they knew what he was feeling at that moment.

Later that night, after he had said his goodnights to everyone, he lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the day that had just transpired. His musings were interrupted by a soft knock on the door,

"Come in." Sirius called out. Mr. Potter poked his head around the door.

"Mind if I have a word with you, son?"

"Sure," Sirius replied as he sat up in bed. He looked at him for a full minute before he even spoke.

"How are you, Sirius?" he asked gently, looking keenly at the young man's face. He just shrugged his shoulders as he turned his head away.

"I left my family behind, Mr. Potter." He whispered, "I thought it would feel great but… now I don't know. Have I made the right choice?"

"You did what you thought was right, that's all that matters." There was a moment of silence as Sirius' mind churned over the last words his mother said to him.

"She said I was a fool and that I have lost everything I could have had because of my stupidity." He whispered, his eyes showing the pain he felt despite his hatred for his family as he looked up at the caring man sitting before him. Mr. Potter stood up and clasped Sirius' shoulder.

"Standing up for what you believe in makes you no fool, son. The foolish ones are those who don't realise your worth." And with that, he smiled at him and walked out of the room, shutting the door gently behind him. Sirius lay down on his pillow and pulled the blankets tight around him.

Look what you've done, boy! His mother's shriek echoed in his mind.

"Yes, mother, look what I have done. I've just proved how foolish you really are." Sirius whispered to himself, Mr. Potter's words reaffirming what he already knew. He the slowly drifted off to sleep, his mind perfectly at ease knowing he had done the right thing by himself and by the people who he cared about and cared for him in return.