brother.

brother: chapter 00

Loving his brother had always felt like a self inflicted wound. Every expression of feeling was thrown in his face or used against him. He was never what his brother needed, no matter how hard he tried to be.

If he could have forced the hat the put him in Gryffindor he would have. If he could get the glasses and the hair and be in love with the red head and be Sirius' best friend, he would. Although it was hard to know what Sirius wanted. In third year Regulus made the Quidditch team. This would be a good talking point he thought. His first game Slytherin beat Gryffindor 195:25.

'Sirius!' He waved his arms and chased after him as he walked from the Quidditch pitch, 'Did you see?! Oh you must have seen! I can't believe I caught it I was so nervous an-

'Are you hear to rub it in our faces?' Sirius said, his face was blank. James looked hurt and the other two didn't look too happy.

'No! No, of course not I- He trailed off, looking for the right words to use, 'It was my first game that's all, I thought you-

'You thought I'd be happy you beat my team?' Regulus was silent for a moment.

'I thought you'd- He stopped himself before telling Sirius he thought he might be proud, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Sirius' friends, 'James it was a good game, I'm sorry for rubbing it in. I really didn't mean to,' He spoke these words, almost certain nothing bad could come from them,

'Regulus,' Sirius said,

'Yes,'

'You see how it says 'Potter' on the back of James' robes,' Regulus nodded in response, 'That's what people who aren't his friend call him, that's what you call him,' Sirius laughed, the smallest of his friends smirked, the other two looked surprised.

So Quidditch wasn't a talking point between them.

Regulus thought music could be, except he didn't know what music he should like. It was hard to enjoy muggle things around his house, so he had to sneak around. He knew he liked ABBA, he had heard their records at parties. He was certain that this would not impress Sirius whatsoever.

Sirius liked to sneak out of the house and buy albums without his parents knowing, then he would blast them so loud that when you opened the door you were blown back by the force.

His mission was simple, sneak out, find record store, ask for something with heaps of guitar and lyrics that are barely audible. When he described this music at the store the guy laughed, a real hearty laugh. He gave him an album by The Stooges, told him all about how he could see Iggy Pop (Regulus had no clue who this was, he's the lead singer), taking on a solo career. The guy told him the best song on the album was about being a dog, Sirius liked dogs.

So he went home, waited until his parents were out and chucked his record on his player, which was an exact replica of the one which was in Sirius's room. He turned it as loud as he could and sat back on his bed and read a magazine he found at the store, it was about upcoming gigs in his area. He had to act distracted when Sirius burst in, couldn't seem to eager.

Except he didn't burst in. Regulus listened to the vinyl twice the whole way through, the third time listening Sirius walked in looking aggravated,

"What is this shit?"

"The Stooges," Regulus shrugged, trying to look cool,