Sirius nodded, a chuckle audible in his breathing. Remus was mixed race, but dark skinned enough it wouldn’t have mattered to his parents; Sirius could never have brought Remus home, gay or not.<br/>“So if it wasn’t one thing, it would have been the other,” he mused, the corner of his mouth remaining upturned through it. It was something he and Andromeda had often before noted, funny how they overlap had come to be.<br/>Though there was a smile on his lips, and an ease to his voice, Sirius’ words were painfully honest. “Andromeda could’ve just broken off her engagement, and she could have carried on living as she had. They wouldn’t have disowned her, if she had.”<br/>His eyes darted between Draco’s, wanting to read his reaction in real time, wanting to know what was going through his mind. “But you come to realize that they don’t want you to be happy. Not really, anyway, otherwise they wouldn’t have cared. So maybe leaving means you get to allow yourself to be happy.”