Will we survive?

Part 2: Home?

An hour later, James, Sirius, Euphemia, Fleamont and Regulus were all sitting in the Potter's living room. Regulus explained to everyone he couldn't stay at 12 Grimmauld Place because he couldn't take all that was happening at home. He also missed his brother so much. "Regulus, darling you can stay here as long as you want. You will always be welcomed here," finally said Euphemia Potter. "Thank you Mrs. Potter. It is deeply appreciated to be welcomed somewhere,"replied Regulus. "Kid, no need to thank us, it's human nature to help one other. Welcome to the family. Also no need for that Mr and Mrs. Just call us by our names," said Fleamont. 

"Alright, can Reg bunk with us Mrs. Potter?", asked Sirius. "Of course he will. Sirius I already told you a million times, call me Euphemia."(A/N I like to think Sirius always refused to call Mrs. Potter by her name. For this fic so will Regulus) "James would you mind showing Regulus your room?" James nodded and both, him and Reg, went up the stairs. 

Once the two boys were gone, Euphemia and Fleamont turned to Sirius. "Son, we're worried about your brother," said Fleamont, "We don't know if the slytherins will be welcoming him again in their house." Euphemia spoke, "We thought we might ask Dumbledore to transfer him or resort him. Of course, we thought about asking you what you think before talking to him." Sirius thought about it. He didn't want his brother to get picked on by the other slytherins, but he didn't want Regulus to be transferred to another house to make him uncomfortable. "I think he will know what is best for him," Sirius said, finally, "I don't want to take any decision for him." The elder Potters could see he had his own opinion but didn't question Sirius' decision. "Okay then, we'll talk about it in the morning," said Fleamont, " Now go get some sleep."

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The next morning, Regulus woke up on a very cosy bed. In fact, he hadn't slept in a bed like this for awhile. The sheets were softer than his usual ones and the smell of fresh laundry filled his nose. His face was buried in such a soft pillow it could be mistaken for a cloud. All this unusual comfort disoriented Regulus. Slowly, he opened one eye. The sheets beneath him were a light tint of red, almost pink, with threads of a darker shade of red as a border. The border had movement in it, as if it was going opposite directions and as a result creating a twisted scheme. His comforter was a simple white one.

 The younger black looked around. The room he was in wasn't his nor a room he recognized. Three of the walls were covered with huge windows.Every window had two semi transparent curtains, one on each side. Those curtains weren't quite yellow, a golden reflect could be seen.  One besides each bed. In fact there were three beds, each against a wall. Regulus' bed was the one closest to the door. Opposite from him, was another double bed. It seemed as if someone had tried to quickly do the bed. The said bed had the same set of sheets as the one Regulus was in. Finally the bed on the wall at Regulus's head had someone sleeping in it. Jet black, messy hair was shown. It looked like the bed had the same set of sheets as well. In the center of the room stood a small living room/office. A long coffee table was overflowing of schoolwork, open trunks, quills, and two wands. Around the coffee table was a beige couch with plenty of robes and quidditch apparel from Gryffindor, and three armchairs, beige as well. The floor of the room was plenty of used socks, boxers,  jeans and other pieces of clothing. Finally, the last wall, the one facing Regulus, the one with the door, had two sliding doors which Regulus guessed was the closet. 

Regulus saw his trunk at the end of his bed and he remembered. He remembered he had ran away last night. He remembered he had ran until he was at James Potter's house. Surprisingly the family had welcomed him warmly and with their arms wide opened. He had expected them to send him away. This must have been the room his brother and James shared. Now he did too. 

Regulus got up to reach for his trunk. When he lifted it up it felt light as if it was emptied. Reg opened up the suitcase and indeed found it empty. Not finding his clothes anywhere, he went down for breakfast in some large pjs that he didn't recognize as his.