the moon and the stars| a hp fanfic

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

FOR the final quidditch game of the year, Cassius was in the teacher's stand, sitting down next to Sirius— both of them watching Harry play. "Do you think Gryffindor will win or Slytherin?" Sirius asked his nephew.

Cassius didn't even have to think about it. "Gryffindor, hopefully."

"The Slytherin wants the Gryffindors to win?" Sirius grinned, ruffling his nephew's neat hair.

Cassius glared at him half heartedly, now trying to fix his hair. "Yes, actually. I want Harry to win."

Sirius hummed in agreement, watching the game again.

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Gryffindor did win that day. They got the Quidditch house cup, also throwing a party in the process.

Cassius didn't attend the party, even though every house was invited. Instead, he was taking a walk, trying to clear his head.

He looked up at the dark sky when he was in the courtyard. It was almost twelve a.m.

Then, he walked back to the corridors and started going back to the dungeons on instinct. He shook his head as soon as he realized it. It was too late, though. He was already at the dungeons.

He turned around and tried to get out of there, but someone blocked his way. "Where do you think you're going?" the same person that had called him a traitor asked, sneering at him.

Cassius rolled his eyes, not answering and trying to leave. The guy pulled him by the arm roughly. "Let go of me," seethed Cassius, pulling his arm away.

When he did that, he walked faster to the staircases, not having time to dodge when the person shouted, "Sectumsempra!"

Cassius turned around, eyes widening when his chest felt like it had just cut open. He put his hands on the large cut, falling to his knees in pain.

The seventh year merely looked at him and walked away, back to the common room.

Cassius let out a shaky breath, eyes now on his bloody hands.

He was going to die, wasn't he?

He was going to die without ever telling Harry how much he loved him.

Even though he heard footsteps, Cassius didn't move from his position and started to lie down, being too much in pain to do anything else. "Black," he heard Snape's voice just before he fainted.

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"What happened?" Regulus rushed into the hospital wing with widened eyes as soon as he used the floo to get to Hogwarts when he heard the news. "What happened to my son?"

"Someone used a spell that almost killed him," replied Snape monotonously. He had healed Cassius' cut, then immediately brought the fainted boy to the hospital wing.

"His shirt has to be taken off," Madam Pomfrey said as she walked over to the bed Cassius was in.

Regulus nodded, still in a daze as he walked over and helped by taking Cassius' shirt off. He inhaled deeply when he saw the boy's scars, putting a hand to his mouth.

"Is this your first time seeing it?" Harry, who was sitting next to Cassius' bed, asked hoarsely.

Regulus nodded with teary eyes, not even noticing when his brother pulled him in a hug.

"He needs dittany," said Snape, pulling out a bottle of it from his pocket. "And rest."

"And a blood replenishing potion." Madam Pomfrey pointed out, motioning towards one of the cabinets at the corner of the hospital wing as she was too busy putting dittany on the boy to get it.

Snape nodded once and went to go get the potion.

"Who did this?" Sirius, who was quiet the whole time, finally asked when Snape walked back to them.

"He was at the dungeons when I found him, so probably a Slytherin." Snape replied, barely containing his sneer at the man.

"He's going to be okay, right?" Harry asked, looking at Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey nodded immediately. "He'll be alright, Potter. You need to get some rest, too."

"I won't leave his side." Harry immediately said, looking at the boy— who still hadn't woken up.

Regulus pulled away from his brother and walked nearer to his son, pushing his hair back. "I'm sorry, Cassius." He whispered to him as he kissed his forehead, even though he was sure the boy couldn't hear him.