Regulus Black and The Butterfly Effect

Chapter 9 - Two Sides

James and Fleamont ended up tumbling onto the floor causing Mia to click her tongue displeased.

"Those Potter boys. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em." She quipped with a smile.

Regulus chuckled, "Tell me about it."

He took a moment to realize that this could be his family one day.

That one day Regulus could be meeting his son's partner for Easter, while his son wrestled with James.

Regulus wondered if it had been the picture James had in his mind when he thought of their future.

He was sure that James' parents had been the driving force that had James wanting a relationship like theirs.

One day it would be them.

The next generation Fleamont and Euphemia.

James wanted a big family and Regulus wanted to give it to him.

However, James' motives had slightly altered.

Yes, he wanted a big family, but not because he was an only child.

No, James wanted to give Regulus the family he deserved. He wanted to build a life full of love, to make up for Regulus' childhood.

Euphemia stepped into the living room to scold them about being so rough and tell them to cut it out before something or someone breaks.

James gleamed as he stood from the ground, dusting himself off and fixing his glasses.

He smiled as Regulus came into view, pulling the younger boy to his side.

"Alright, we're heading to bed", James announced, dragging Regulus to the stairs, "Love you!"

From the stairs they were brought into a hallway.

James was on a mission, so Regulus simply allowed himself to drag behind the boy.

Finally they reached their destination as James tossed open a door.

The room was soft blue- almost gray- and covered in drawings that looked like they'd been designed by a toddler.

There was an identical pair of James' glasses on a desk against the wall.

A good chunk of the room was taken up by a bookshelves full of classics.

Regulus took in the room in awe.

James jumped onto his bed, smiling as it bounced him back a bit.

James' childhood room was nothing like Regulus pictured, although it wasn't a thought he'd spent a lot of time on.

"If I'm being honest, I'm surprised by the lack of red." Regulus teased.

"The walls used to be beige, but I got bored and changed them a few years back." James explained.

Regulus joined James on the bed as they cuddled together.

The gesture was so common by then.

They were merely two souls that linked together- two pieces of a puzzle that snapped so perfectly to one another.

"My walls are suppose to match the color of your eyes." James admitted.

Regulus moved to look up at him.

James brushed the hair from the younger boy's face.

"How long have they been blue?" Regulus asked.

"Since my fifth year." James muttered.