the moon and the stars| a hp fanfic

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼

"AT the very least, respect them." Regulus rubbed his tired eyes. "Talk to them. Get to know them."

It was a few hours later and it was midnight. The father and son were in Cassius's room.

Cassius let out a scoff, throwing the cigarette he was smoking out the window when he was done with it. "I didn't even want to come, father."

"I understand," said the man calmly, "but please just deal with it for the rest of the summer. Then, you'll go back to Hogwarts for your fifth year. It's just this summer, Cass."

Cassius' eyes softened at the nickname his father used since he was a child. "Just this summer."

Regulus let out a small smile. "And you'll try to bond with Sirius?"

He let out a sigh. "Sure."

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"What are you doing?" Harry whisper-shouted as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.

It was two a.m and all he wanted was a glass of water. What he didn't expect and what he was looking at right now was Cassius with a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand.

Cassius merely shrugged, pouring some for himself. "What does it look like?"

"How old are you?" Harry asked in confusion.

"15."

"Since when?"

"Since yesterday." Cassius downed the shot in one gulp. He grabbed the bottle and walked to the stairs to his room.

The young Potter shook his head in thought. "Am I supposed to stop him from drinking right now?" He asked to no one in particular. Then, he shook his head again. "That's none of my business."

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Cassius sat down on his bed with the bottle in his hand. He looked around his room, searching for a pack of cigarettes.

His room was small compared to what he was used to. He didn't care, though. When he found the pack of cigarettes on his desk, he stood up and grabbed it, then sat back down on the bed.

He lit a cigarette up and took a drag, then put the bottle of firewhiskey to his lips and took a large gulp.

Because of the fact that it was so hot, he took his shirt off and threw it to the ground.

He hated taking his shirt off, though. The scars on his back and some on his chest were the reason.

He looked down, eyes stopping on one particular scar.

He got that scar from his mother on his 7th birthday and ever since then, Cassius hated his birthday. He never tried to celebrate it afterwards, going as far as making his father treat it as a regular day.

Upon remembering the incident, Cassius put the bottle to his lips and finished half of it within seconds, then took another drag from the cigarette in his hands.

A knock on his door caught his attention.

Cassius immediately grabbed his shirt and put it back on.

"Come in." Cassius said afterwards, looking at the door as it opened and Sirius stood in the doorway. "You can come inside."

His uncle nodded and closed the door when he was inside. His eyes caught on the alcohol in his hands and then on the cigarette. "I used to smoke when I was your age, too." He said as his nephew exhaled smoke. "I shouldn't have, though. Same with the alcohol."

The young boy sighed and rubbed his eyes. "May I ask what your point is?"

"My point—" Sirius walked over to him and took the alcohol from him softly "—is that this isn't good for you."

Cassius rolled his eyes. "Alright, and?"

"You can talk to me, you know. About anything."

"Look," Cassius stood up, "I appreciate it, but I don't need to talk about anything. I'll come to you when I do."

Sirius noted the sarcasm in the last sentence, but nodded. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"Why aren't you?"

"Reggie and I were talking," Sirius' mouth formed into a grin, "and we were thinking of taking you and Harry somewhere to bond."

"What are we? Children?" scoffed Cassius before he could stop himself. "I do not want to bond with Potter. Thanks for the offer."

"How about me?" asked his uncle with a small frown. "Could you bond with me?"

"Sure." Cassius gritted his teeth. "I'd love to."

"Great." Sirius' grin returned as he walked to the door, the bottle of firewhiskey still in his hand. "Now, sleep well, Cassius. Goodnight!"

The young boy let out a groan as soon as the man closed the door and kicked the nearest thing, which was the desk.

He sat back down on the bed, and let out a huge sigh.

So much for having a good summer.