THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹FOUR✹

TW: MENTIONS OF SCARS FROM ABUSE

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✹I pushed everyone else

away because

they weren't you✹

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The next week passed slowly for Regulus. Every day was the same: wake up, eat breakfast, read or draw, miss lunch because he was too distracted by whatever he was doing, yell at Sirius and James for being too loud, clean Sirius' room (it was always a mess), eat dinner, read or draw for a few more hours, throw away the hundreds of howlers his mother had sent him, and then sleep.

Reg was now sat on James' bed, reading the art book Sirius had gotten him. The other two boys (along with Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew) could be heard yelling and cheering as they played a small game of Quidditch in the back garden, which was extremely distracting. He tried to ignore it at first but gave up after a while as he found himself making his way out of the house and into the garden.

The back yard was huge, plants and trees everywhere and a large greenhouse in the far right hand corner. Just to the left of the greenhouse was a swimming pool, a place that Regulus had avoided at all costs, and a trampoline opposite that. He looked up and watched as the boys flew across the sky (magical barriers around the area so that they wouldn't been seen by muggles) throwing a quaffle between them.

It was a warm day but Regulus was still wearing a hoodie and jeans of which he pulled more tightly around himself as he sat down against the wall of the house, on the floor, to watch the others play. The fabric of his hoodie rubbed against one of the newer scars planted on his right forearm making him wince. He hated hoodies, jumpers and jackets but he forced himself to wear them even on the hottest of days or there was the risk of someone noticing one of his scars. 

Being apart of The Noble House Of Black had never been easy, but it was always slightly better for Regulus. If he were to do something wrong, Sirius would take the blame and punishments without a second thought. He'd always wondered why this was the case, why did he even care? But he always presumed it was to keep Reg safe, and that was enough to make Regulus smile even in the darkest of times.

"Regulus Black, hm?" Reg looked up, shocked, but sighed when he saw that it was Lupin. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." The older boy ran his fingers through his hair before pulling himself down beside him, leaning his head back against the wall. 

"You not playing?" Regulus asked, nodding up towards the others.

"Nah, can't fly very well." Reg snorted at that. "Hey!"

"Sorry." He scrunched up his face to stop himself from laughing. "Why can't you fly?"

"Never went to any of the flying lessons in first year and have only ever sat on a broom once to get Sirius out of a tree." He explained with a straight face.

"To get Sirius out of- you know what, I'm not even going to ask."

"That's probably for the best." They both laughed under their breath. Regulus used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe away the sweat forming on his forehead, catching Lupin's attention. "Ah...I see." He said, pointing at the oversized sweater that he was wearing. "Me too."

There was a weird sort of comforting silence after that, both of them looking at the ground. Regulus knew he was not the only person who had scars, there was Sirius for example, but he had never suspected Lupin. He had noticed the strange disappearances once a month and the grumpy attitude and some points during the end of the month. He had done some research and found loads of theories, only one of them actually making much sense, werewolf.