Sirius chuckled, surprised at how properly Draco was going about asking Sirius about not only his childhood, but seemingly his entire life.<br/>“No, it’s alright,” he said with a grin, finding no harm in asking. Sirius could understand wanting that insight, knowing Draco might be able to predict his own future through Sirius’ past. “You can ask anything you’d like.”<br/>Despite encouraging Draco to ask, Sirius didn’t wait for a prompt, speaking on his own accord.<br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>didn’t get a grace period from my parents,” he started. While careful not to interpret too wildly on Draco’s situation, Draco seemed like<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>might have gotten one; a charade where they’d pretend nothing was wrong, if everything just remained neatly tucked away and out of sight. “There was no<span style="font-style: italic">don’t ask, don’t tell </span>neutral ground. We fought constantly.”<br/>Fighting was probably the wrong word, making Sirius assume half the blame of the conflict. He had been a child in an unsafe, abusive environment, but he expected Draco to know the implication from experience.<br/>“I went to boarding school - Regulus and I both - and it was just awful coming back here and having to pack your entire self away for the summer, so I stopped doing it.”<br/>Despite the horrible nature of the story, Sirius grinned, genuinely humoured. “So they stopped considering me their son, I guess.”