THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✰FIFTY EIGHT✰

JAMES IS ONE EMOTIONAL BABY- GOSH HIS MOOD SWINGS ARE GIVING ME A HEADACHE...LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR THE 89K READS YOU'RE ALL INSANE xxx

TW: MENTION OF SCARS FROM ABUSE

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✰ So many

kisses, so little 

time ✰

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"Reggie?"

"Yes, James?" Reg murmured, not looking up from James' hand. He didn't want to mess up and accidentally hurt him even more.

"I'm sorry."

"You'd better be." He joked in response, shaking his head, "Scared the life out of your mum." James frowned, a crease forming on his forehead.

"I didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't, Jamie. Your mum knows that too, she loves you."

"And you love me?"

"And I love you." He confirmed, nodding his head. It was only after he had finished with the bandage that he actually looked up at James. "You're an idiot."

James brought his knees up to his chest, cuddling up to himself, "I know." Regulus stood up from the bed and began to clean up all of his pencils that James had thrown across the room. Some were only chipped, but most had broken in half. "Oh, Reggie, I'm so sorry."

James jumped up and ran over, helping him collect them up. "It's fine, James. They're only pencils. Pencils are replaceable."

"Yes, but I broke your property - that's not fair." Reg held out the bin for James to throw the pencils into and let out a sigh when he remembered the glass shards covering the floor. "No, don't. I'll ask Dad to do it with magic later."

"I'm going to tell everyone you're alright." He turned to leave the room but a hand clasped around his wrist, preventing him from doing so.

"Don't go."

"If I stay, will you tell me why you lashed out at me the other day? When I got that letter." This had been stuck on his mind, and as much as he had tried to forget about it, he couldn't. He would sit for hours on end, thinking about the rage on James' face. The way his beautifully painted hazel eyes darkened into a shade of near black. He hated getting flashbacks from things he never wanted to remember. Regulus had always been one to forgive easily, but he never forgot. He never forgot the things people said. The things people did. The way people looked at him or the pain they caused him. He tried so hard.

James shuffled through one of his desk's draws and pulled out a large sheet of the Daily Prophet. It was ripped and crumpled, yet still readable. The Potter's hand was shaking as he passed the paper to Regulus. Not good, then? They both sat back down on the bed to read. 

"We regret to inform you all of a recent attack last night in Diagon Alley, London. There have been more deaths counted than I like to admit, and many more have gone missing. If you know of anyone who might have caused this, contact the Ministry Of Magic immediately. You-Know-Who is on the rise, as much as we all want to deny it, and his army is growing more by day. I won't allow this. This will be stopped." Says Minister of Magic - Harold Minchum.

Deaths - 32

Missing Wizards and Witches - 19