belladonna | marauders imagines

Regulus | Break-In

You climbed in through the window, feeling euphoria like you had reached the top of a mountain. Relieved and exhausted, you stepped inside the dimly-lit room, and saw that you were in fact, in the wrong place.

You may not have been in Sirius Black's room before, but it wasn't hard to guess that his bedsheets weren't Slytherin green or his walls wouldn't have the Black Family crest. Moreover, the table was tidy too — filled with stacked books and organized papers — which wasn't like your best friend at all.

These might have given you small hints, but the biggest one was the boy in the bed, who was now looking up from his book like he just summoned a live demon.

"Who the hell are you?" Regulus asked, standing up. He didn't yell and was actually quite calm, as if he had strangers climb up his room every few days.

"Fuck, I got the wrong brother," you stated the obvious, waiting for him to hex you to oblivion.

His eyebrows went up, and while sighing, he put away the book he was reading.

Your brain pulled up all the information you had on him, including how he was in your year but you never crossed paths with him, or how he always hung around with Rosier's crew, and how he was the exact opposite of Sirius.

"Please tell me you are not Y/N L/N." His voice did show a bit of panic now.

"Depends on why," you replied slowly.

"Answer me this instead, why the hell are you in my room?"

"I came to see Sirius," you pointed to his door. "If you could show me the way to your dearest brother's room, that'd be great."

"You didn't think to come through the front door?'

"Then I wouldn't have gotten to scare you," you smiled.

He was not impressed.

"You just said you got the wrong room, which obviously means you are breaking in. If you could wait here, I'll go get my mother."

"Wow, even when you're threatening me, you're polite. You're definitely not Sirius." You noted, trying to lighten the mood.

He ignored you and moved towards the door, but you yelled "Wait!" and stepped forwards, and like the most coordinated person you are, you tripped and fell to the ground.

His hand rested on the doorknob, but his eyes were on yours. They were a mixture of concern and amusement, which made your face redden even more.

"Just hear. me. out," You said, gasping for air. It was a long way climbing up and you were all out of energy. You sat down on a chair and took a deep breath in, and after making sure your lungs were indeed working, you looked back to Regulus again.

He didn't show any interest in the way you were panting for air, but he did not call for his mother either, which was a start.

"Sirius told me to come here," you said, trying to sound serious. "He knows my family can be hard at times. He said he'll welcome me with open arms."

"Our family isn't much of a party either. Why would he invite you here?" Regulus asked, now confused beyond belief.

"Because mine is worse," you snapped.

Unless your family is currently joining forces with a dark wizard and preparing to murder innocent people and you're caught in the middle instead of having a normal childhood, I'd say no — he bit back his words.

"I know, I know," you rolled your eyes, as if you knew exactly what he was thinking. "You have a very toxic family, I admit that, but mine is just the same. Don't compare my problems with yours."