Sirius Black is leaving.

His bags are in a heap by the door and he's cleaned out every important item he owns except for the muggle posters and Gryffindor banners sticking on his wall to remind future Blacks that they can do whatever they want to the family tapestry, they can kick him out, but he was here and this is his legacy.

He picks up his bags and leaves his room. The house is quiet. He doesn't say goodbye to anyone.

Sirius opens the front door and slams it shut behind him. And not once does he look back.