"Why did you kill me, Regulus?"
Regulus was back in that cave, almost as if he'd never escaped.
"James..." Regulus muttered.
He was a zombie.
Blood poured from every crack.
He looked so dead.
James had always been so bright, so bubbly- and now he was motionless and his eyes were fogged over.
James was taller than Regulus, but with Regulus on the cold stone, the boy seemed to tower over him.
"You didn't even think about me- you're selfish!" James hissed.
"I did- I did it for us-"
"Liar! All you ever do is lie! Our entire relationship was built on lies and deceit!" James exclaimed.
Regulus shook his head vigorously, "That's not true!"
"It is! You said you weren't like them- you said you'd never be like your parents!" James hissed.
"I'm not!" Regulus cried.
"You are! You're just like them! You're a selfish, lying, conniving snake!" James said, taking a step with every word he spat.
Regulus' eyes pricked with tears.
Not from the words coming from James, but because the boy's hands had clamped around his throat.
He couldn't breathe.
Regulus struggled, tugging at the hands on his throat.
"James..." He croaked with a weak breath.
The boy didn't stop. He didn't even flinch.
Regulus thought this was it- this was his karma coming back to him.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Regulus' eyes flickered open.
He stared at the beige ceiling.
It wasn't real. It wasn't real.
"Whatcha dreaming about in there?"
James.
Regulus' eyes flickered to James, who was resting on his elbow playing with one of Regulus' curls.
He blinked, taking in James.
He was so- alive. He had awful bed head, but his eyes glittered- something that Regulus noticed only happened when James looked at him.
James' smile fell, "You were having a nightmare."
He wanted to know how James had figured it out, but Regulus also had been looking at James like a madman- and his heart was beating a few beats too fast.
Regulus swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, "Yeah."
"I've known you for almost two years now and I've never seen you so disheveled about a dream", James muttered, "Do you want to talk about it?"
Regulus had spent so much time keeping to himself. He was used to being independent.
In his household he learned he was not to be seen, not to be heard.
Growing up like that, Regulus had been taught his feelings were unimportant- were irrelevant.
It was a bad habit, really, one that he tried to break so many times.
YOU ARE READING
Regulus Black and The Butterfly Effect
أدب الهواةRegulus and the crew once again find themselves in a predicament. With the locket in their possession, there's a new task at hand- destroying it. Only they soon find that the locket isn't the horcrux and Voldemort isn't their only problem. Betwee...
