Regulus POV
1967 – Regulus sat on the grass with his legs crossed and watched Sirius whizzing round and round the garden on his broomstick, laughing with delight.
It was very sunny, and they had stayed outside almost all day. There were lots of clouds in the sky too, but Regulus didn't mind the clouds. He liked to look at the pictures they made. Sometimes, if he looked for long enough, he could still see the pictures after he closed his eyes. Except then they were all purple and blue and they always faded eventually, so he had to look back up again.
He kept watching wistfully as Sirius zoomed along at top speed, going much higher than he had ever been allowed to go. Regulus didn't have a broomstick yet. He was going to get one soon, though. Mother said he could have his very own if he practised hard and impressed Mr. Foreman in his first ever flying test.
For nearly a year now, Mr. Foreman had taught Regulus how to fly a broomstick properly and safely. Mr. Foreman was a small man with wiry grey hair and long, flowing robes – he was very strict, too, but sometimes he smiled and said that Regulus had lots of 'potential'.
Soon, Regulus would have to take a test to see how much he had learned. Sirius was helping him practice by showing him how to do it and even said that he could borrow his broom for a little while. It was a lovely new one that he had got after his own test. The gold bits by the bristles were still shiny.
When Sirius finally landed and bounded towards him, Regulus got up off the ground quickly.
"Is it my turn now?" he asked, looking hopefully at the lovely broomstick. Sirius nodded sombrely.
"Be careful with it," he told him. He offered the broomstick slowly, like it was the most special thing in the world.
"I will," Regulus breathed, and took it carefully with both hands, making sure the neat bristles didn't catch on the grass.
It was even more lovely up close. The gold bits shone so brightly it was like looking at lots of little suns. And the wooden handle was so polished and smooth that it would never give him splinters.
Sirius got splinters all the time, but he never cried. He just picked them out again and threw them back on the floor and carried on playing.
Regulus cried sometimes, though he always tried not to because Father didn't like it. Instead, he got that funny lump in his throat and the prickly feeling in his eyes that made it hard to see. He would try to blink and swallow them but every now and then the tears came out anyway and then Father got angry.
"Go on, Reg," Sirius said encouragingly. "Remember how to take off?"
"Yes!"
He swung one leg over the broom and kicked the ground firmly like he had been taught to. Straight away, the broom rose and took him into the air. He didn't go too high at first, staying near to the ground and gliding along slowly.
The sun was warm on his face, but the soft wind brushed past and helped to cool him down as he went.
"Keep going!" Sirius called. "You can go a bit higher – it's way more fun!"
Regulus did go a bit higher, floating up into the sky. Sirius watched him from the ground. He started to clap and cheer him on. His voice grew fainter as Regulus went up and up and started to fly in circles around the garden, the way he'd seen Sirius do. He twisted round to wave down at his brother, stood up on his toes and waved back with both hands.
After a little while, Regulus came back down to the ground and stepped off the broom. There were red marks on his hands from gripping the handle tightly. He gave the broom back to Sirius, who grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
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i really loved him
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