A Star And A Stag Is A Weird Combination - Jegulus & Wolfstar

Chapter 15

It was now the first day of classes, breakfast being as eventful as ever. Regulus took James' advice and sat with them on the Gryffindor table. James and Sirius were shoveling scrambled eggs into their mouths while Regulus and Remus were deliberately slicing up their food. Regulus with the pancakes and Remus with the waffles. Peter, on the other hand, was fighting to stay awake. His chin on his hand as he kept nodding off, his head slouching down before he rose back up again, awake once more.

And that's when the owl post came in. The Black boys knew that they were in for it when a Great Horned Owl swooped in. No one but the Black's owned a Great Horned Owl. The owl (named Dorian) flew over the Gryffindor and Slytherin table, dropping a letter in front of each brother. The letter had curved letters and the wax seal with the family crest, definitely a letter to be nervous of.

Sirius opened his first whilst Regulus accioed his own letter to him. It read the following,

If you weren't an utter disgrace before, you sure are now. We shall give you and your brother a week to think about what you've done. A week should be good enough for both of you to come to your senses. Come back home and we'll settle this. If you refuse to come back, you will be taken off the tree. No more inheritance. No more special treatment. Do the right thing and come back.

From, Orion and Walburga Black

He looks to Regulus before stuffing the letter into his bag, planning to burn it in the fireplace in the common room later. The other Black was looking at his letter, it not being much different than Sirius'. Though it does change the first part too, 'Seems like you're following your brother's footsteps.' The two boys share a thought, which is quite weird seeing as neither of them has had the same thinking process in years.

'Oh fuck off.'

The two brothers shared a look, Sirius smiling at him reassuringly and Regulus nodding at him as a way of saying that he was alright. It was nice to be checked up on by his brother once again, despite it being such an unpleasant situation. It was reassuring to know that they would go through this together. Let's hope it stayed that way.

And that's when they made the decision to skip classes for the day. The brothers went to the Gryffindor common room, James' cloak with them just in case McGonagall decided to look for her favorite troublemaker. Sirius' words, not hers. They go to Sirius's dorm and Regulus lies down on James' bed, pretending that he had no idea which bed he was on. The sheets just smelt like his cologne, which he had out on during their date in Diagon Alley...what a creepy thing to remember.

Sirius lay in his own bed and threw a pillow at Regulus. "We should burn the letters later. Or now" he hums, motioning to his bag that he dropped at the foot of his bed. "Now. Now would be good" Regulus says, groaning as he rises up from the bed. He reaches out a hand toward Sirius, expecting him to take it. Of course, he does and huffs as he pulls himself up with Regulus' help. They put on the Invisibility Cloak and go to the common room. The both of them check if the coast is clear before taking it off, staring into the roaring fire.

Regulus always loved fire. Not that he was an arsonist by any means. He just really liked the way it seemed to dance. It would sway from side to side, as a person would. The colors were mesmerizing. Never had he thought that the colors orange and yellow could create something so beautiful. It was nice to just sit there and stare, feeling the warmth coat his face, making his cheeks start to flush. The fire turned a violent green when Sirius threw his letter into the fire, the ink of the words their parents wrote being made from the rarest of materials. Even though it was just the ink for their quills, the Blacks no doubt had the best.

Regulus mimicked his brother, a bit taken aback by how easy it was to do all of this. It was easy to run away, very easy to grow a liking to the Potters, easy to forget about how adverse his family was. He watched his letter burn, the paper scorching at the side, curling a slight. He moved his attention to his brother who was already smiling at him. "We should make a tradition of this," he says softly, looking into his eyes to see if he agreed. "Every time we get one of these letters, we skip classes and throw them in the fire." His brother hums, sticking his hand out in a sort of promise. They were much too old for pinkie promises.

"Sounds like a magnificent tradition in the making" Regulus smiles, shaking his hand. Once the grip was firm, Sirius pulls Regulus in for a hug, a slightly strangled sound coming from the younger one's lips. He'd be utterly embarrassed if not for Sirius' shoulder muffling the sound. "We're brother Reg, don't forget that" he whispers in his hair, his thumb making small motions on his back. He smiles against his shoulder and nods his head, happy to pretend there was nothing as important as this. "I could never forget you"

And in truth, how could he? There was no way he could ever forget about Sirius. Sure, he could pretend to forget about their family but that would always be in the back of his mind. Forgetting about Sirius would mean forgetting about the person who helped him out of that mess. It would mean that he'd forget the times that Sirius had comforted him when a fight between the Gryffindor and their mother got a bit too violent. "Shh, it's okay. Nothing bad happened to me, I'm still here and I'm staying, okay?" he remembers Sirius saying. He remembers how he had taken his hand in his and placed it over his beating heart, just to show that he was still there, still alive.

Sirius. Sirius. Sirius. Sirius. Sirius. That's all he would think about when things got bad.

And now he had James. The sweet boy who was there for him during his nightmares on the first night they had run. He remembers the feeling of his arms around him, hugging him as he cried. He remembers the oh-so bad flirting James did in the books store. He remembers the time he read to Regulus, his soft voice drifting him to sleep faster than any sleeping draught ever could. He could never forget about James.

James. James. James. James. James.

Please don't let him forget Sirius and James. Sirius. James. James. Sirius.