𝕋𝕠 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕠 ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕕 [ʙᴏᴏᴋ 3]

༄ Regulus༄

Regulus is making dinner for the four of them. He left Danica with Remus and Sirius and now he is alone in the kitchen, left with his thoughts.

He has to keep the promise he made but is that truly possible? How difficult will it be for him to just stop? Stop when he knows he should, just before the twins are born. How will he do that? What if they are making good progress by then? How will he be able to leave?

Regulus sighs as he opens the oven door to check the roast potatoes. He knows he will have to stop in time and Danica will make him do that. As he stands up he sees Sirius leaning on the doorframe out of the corner of his eye.

"You okay?" He asks and walks into the room.

Regulus shrugs in response and leans down to the wine rack, pulling out a bottle of red wine and three glasses.

"You know that's just rubbing it in that Danica can't drink," Sirius frowns but lets him pour the glasses anyway.

"I know and I feel bad but I really need it," Regulus says and picks up his glass, taking a sip.

"You were thinking..." Sirius says and jumps onto the counter. "Before I came in... what were you thinking about?"

Regulus sighs and leans on the edge of the counter, looking at his older brother and how older brotherly he is being.

"How difficult it's gonna be for me to just stop," he says and takes another sip of wine, the red liquid filling his senses and relaxing him.

"Stop when you start the Horcrux shit again?"

Regulus nods and bites his cheek.

They fall silent and Sirius sips his drink in the interlude.

"But I think I'll be able to do it," Regulus eventually says, talking very quietly. "I'm just scared that I'm gonna be violent about it... because that's what I'm like-"

"No you're not," Sirius interrupts him sternly. "If you're talking about being like our parents then you're nothing like them."

Regulus sets his glass down and rubs his eyes.

"I know but..." he sighs.

"But what?" Sirius asks and has that voice as if he is about to prove him wrong.

"But..." Regulus says and huffs.

"Exactly," Sirius's voice is matter of factly. "You're nothing like them so you're gonna be able to stop without a fight when the time comes."

Regulus meets Sirius's eyes.

"You think that?" He asks.

Sirius nods, his long hair falling softly in front of his face.

"Yes," he says quietly. "Because you love her."

Regulus pauses for a second before smiling.

"I do..." he whispers.

Sirius grins and claps his shoulder.

"No more depressing talk tonight, okay?"

"Okay."

Sirius jumps off the counter and throws his hair up in a bun, securing it with his wand.

"Let's let the Black brothers cook," he smirks and picks up where Regulus left off.

Regulus chuckles and stands by his side as they prepare the meal together.

"Moony, darling," Sirius calls through to the sitting room. "Put on some Bowie, would you?"