THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✰THIRTY SIX✰

HEY, MY DARLINGS! HOW'RE YOU DOING TODAY? NOT TOO GOOD? MESSAGE ME, I'LL LISTEN.

TW: PANIC ATTACK...YOU MIGHT CRY...

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✰ Oh, how he hated himself.

 James the cocky, clown, 

excitable, happy, content Potter 

thoroughly despised

 himself ✰

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"Sirius!" James yelled out, banging on his friend's door, "Sirius, Remus! Get up, now!" Groans of annoyance could be heard from inside the room before the door was slowly opened by Sirius.

"What? It's 2am for fuck's sake!" His voice was croaky and sore from the sleep he had just come out of and his eyes were drooped and tired.

"It's Regulus." At his brother's name, Sirius' head snapped up.

"What is it? Is he okay?" James handed him the letter in his right hand, Sirius snatching it from him and reading the words scribbled on to the page. It was very clearly rushed, and the hand writing was difficult to read, showing that the writer was most likely under pressure.

James,

Regulus. Crying. Panic attack, I think. Won't stop asking for you. Shepherd's Lake, Wales. Come now and bring Sirius if you want.

Hurry.

Humphrey Chambers.

Without saying anything, Sirius ran back into his room, slamming the door behind him. It hadn't even been 4 minutes before the two teenagers emerged from the bedroom fully dressed, worry plastered on both of their faces.

"C'mon. You've told Mum and Dad?" Padfoot asked, waving for both boys to follow him down the stairs.

"Yeah, they're waiting by the fireplace."

"Have you told Humphrey we're on our way?" What was this? A fucking interrogation?

"Yeah, before I woke you up.

"Do you know-"

"SIRIUS! SHUT THE BLOODY FUCK UP!" James instantly regretted yelling at him but he couldn't deal with it anymore. Reggie needed him. His Reggie needed him. He snatched a handful of Flu Powder from the small metal bucket, hung beside the fireplace, and stepped inside.

"Shephard's Lake, Wales." He said, sharply, dropping the powder. A bright green flame flashed around him and his stomach churned as he was thrown back and forth past many fireplaces and odd looking doors. Thirty more seconds in there and James might have passed out, but after 3 minutes of travelling, he fell through a small, brick fire.

"James? That you? Oh, thank the bloody stars above! This way, he's up here." Humphrey looked terrible. Okay, that was a bit mean, but it was the honest truth. His hair was all over the place, but not like James' usually was, this was worse. It pointed in every direction and was flattened down with sweat he had obtained after the large amount of running he must have done. Purple circles lined his eyelids and his eyes were dark, nothing but fear left in them. "Please." He begged, his voice breaking.