Regulus Black Stories

Song Bird

Info - sick reader, mention of fever and puke

"How's my song bird?" Regulus asked. He decided his private rooms that he got for being head boy, were now mine while I was sick. I was dreadfully hoarse.

"Horrible, I can't reach the note I need," I complained.

"I love that you've puked, have a burning fever, and your main complaint is that you can't sing," he chuckled.

"Why do you think Madam Pomfrey kicked me out of the Hospital Wing? I kept trying," I grumbled.

"Come on, rest your voice and have some soup," he urged.

"I'm not hungry," I said. Regulus rolled his eyes and climbed in the bed. He pulled me in his arms and waved his wand. The soup spoon lifted up and floated to my lips.

"Will you eat now Princess?" He asked gently.

"Only for you," I grumbled. He massaged my aching shoulders.

"Can you sing to me then Reg? I want music."

"Me?" He said in a strangled voice.

"Please," I begged.

"Oh, um okay," he said and began to sing a song. His voice was pure and lovely.

"Well now I'm jealous," I snapped.

"Oh you," he chuckled and nuzzled his nose against my temple. "You still have the most beautiful voice in all the land."