Paint It... Potter?

Gone.

Sirius had left. That night. Agter Regulus was made to clean the blood and sick off the floor around him. His mother watched over her two sons, sirius unconscious and bound by his wrists and ankles.

It made Regulus sick. Which earned him a stinging hex

They had tried for hours to make Sirius pledge his allegiance to the dark lord. It had been the third time he told them to fuck off that he lost his tounge. Bela had done that herself.

She remained somewhere in the house with his uncle. Narcissa had the good grace ro leave with the Malfoys

Sirius had long since been locked in his room. Regulus was still trying to clean blood off the intricately woven rug, which seemed like hours later.

To this day, Regulus didn't know how sirius got out. There was no way out of his room, no floo connection, nothing. The house itself had powerful wards against outside magic. In his weakened state, he wouldn't have been able to aparate.

Naturally, he had been burnt off of the tapestry as soon as his mother knew. His mother had become increasingly irritable. Explosive was the better term, quite litterally. She had been setting off spells, breaking every item in the house for hours. Until she called Regulus down for his turn.

Sirius had run away before for a few days. It had never been this bad. He remembered a conversation the two had had nearly a year ago now

"They are going  to fucking sell me to the dark lord. I'm done." Sirius shook his head, Regulus stood shocked.

"I'm done reg, I'm leaving I can't handle being their fucking pawn anymore." Sirius was being much too loud mother was sure to hear.

"Come with me." Sirius asked, almost desperate.

" I can't" Regulus was empty in that moment. All he had was his family, there was noting anywhere else.

" you can. I'm sure the Potters would take you"  Regulus was silent Sirius's eyes pleading

"fine you fucking coward." Sirius was seething finger pressed to Regulus's chest. Sirus turned sweeping out of the room, their relationship as rocky as it was, completely disappeared in that instant.

Regulus spent hours in his room.food was being kept again. He was weak. He didn't know what they we're planning. It was all hushed voices and forlorn looks from kreatcher AZ je managed to sneak him an apple

Three days after Sirius had run away the familiar feeling emptiness had returned. Regulus knew exactly what they were planning.

He was panicking. His mother called upon him that night. He was to be cleaned and dressed in his finest robes.

If he didn't know better, he'd have thought himself dead. He felt dead. Like he didn't have control of his body as it somehow carried him to his wardrobe. But no, they couldn't let him die now. That'd be too kind of them.

He felt sick. He stood in front of the mirror, and Regulus could have been beautiful or hansome. But not here. Any trace of life had been stolen from him, and he was a mere fraction of what he could have been.

there was pounding on his door. Shouts followed, but he didn't notice until it was too late. His mother was in his room. She grabbed his arm nails, digging into his skin. It was sure to have drawn blood. She hissed into his ear, but he was numb to it.

Walburga dragged him down the stairs her grip maintained. He tripped, falling down the last few steps, pain searing through his ankle.

She pulled him harshly to his feet, and he hung pathetically on the banister. She shook her head, summining a potion. He forced it i to his hands. The cold liquid  slowly worked its way down his throat as he drank the small vial without question. He recognized the taste, pepper up.