Regulus Black Stories

Walking Dead

Info - not eating, not moving, not caring about life, character death, living in the wild, screaming and crying, falling apart, faked death, death wish, suicidal ideation, mention of alcohol

"Regulus you need to eat," Sirius said softly.

"There's no point, it all just tastes like sand anyway," I said in my monotone voice. I hadn't been able to project emotions since she....

"We can see your ribs mate," James said carefully.

"She always loved that I was thin," I said, picking at a scab. I wanted to dig into it, let it weep with blood. I wanted to bleed out and join her in the afterlife, but she'd never forgive me for that, that's the only reason I wasn't dead too.

"Not that skinny, I know her type and it wasn't skeletal," Remus tried to joke.

"I'm just tired," I sighed.

"Y-you haven't left your bed in two weeks, how can you be tired?" Sirius asked.

"I'll have firewhisky if you want me to eat so bad," I suggested. They'd kept it all locked up with a spell I was yet unable to break.

"Not firewhisky Regulus!" Lily snapped.

"Shhh Lily, go easy on him," Sirius begged her.

"I won't go easy, he knows she would hate this and yet he's doing it anyway," Lily began the very common argument. I couldn't hear it again. I stood up and though everyone asked me questions and offered me seats, I walked straight out the door of the tiny house on Godrics Hollow. I stumbled into the woods.

I don't know how long I stayed there. I'd have a berry or two when my stomach was screaming at me. I'd gag from lack of food. Mainly I'd lay in the grass stare at the sky. Then the thunder storms would begin, and I'd finally be able to rage and scream and cry as much as I wanted because no one would hear me over it. I didn't stop the bugs from stinging and biting me, I didn't stop the leaves and twigs from tangling in my hair, and I didn't stop the nettles and burrs from scratching my skin. I just stared at the sky, not caring that I was stick thin, exhausted, starving, and very weak.

Finally, I did what I knew she'd want me to do, what she would have also done. I climbed shakily to my feet, and plodded back to the house. Sirius saw me first, and ran out to me. He crushed me in a hug and went on and on about how worried they were and about how I must've cast a concealing charm because they looked and couldn't find me.

"Are you okay?"

"I miss her," my first words in what felt like months.

"I know baby brother," he said as I clutched his robes and began to cry. "I know."

I forced myself into action. Though I did have a death wish. I took on every highly dangerous job the Order presented. I knew I wouldn't kill myself, but if someone killed me, so be it.

Soon things had escalated to this, this all out war, where every wizard I knew, good and bad were dueling in this large field near Hogwarts. Voldemort was demanding baby Harry. No one was letting him get that.

Out of the blue a new contender barreled their way in front of Voldemort. Y/n, my y/n, was this a dream? She was holding her own against the most powerful dark wizard the world had ever known.

"Avada Kadavra!" She screamed and to my shock it hit Voldemort's chest, right where his heart would've been. He collapsed. Everything stopped, except me. I ran, my legs battered and weak, but on my way to her.

"Mon amour!" I was sobbing by the time I reached her.

"Sorry" "horcrux" and "faked my death" were things she tried to say as I kissed her.

"Tell me later," I begged, tears streaming down both our faces.

"I missed you," she said.

"I, fuck, I don't even know if missed is strong enough a word," I sobbed.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, and that thing is never going to separate us again, I swear it," I vowed and kissed her fiercely.