Regulus Black Stories

Marauders and Golden Trio (P1)

Info - jealous regulus, weird timeline, dead parents, bonding over quidditch, PDA, slapping readers ass, mention of abuse

"Reggie, did you hear," I teased.

"What beautiful?" He asked, turning immediately. He distracted me with a kiss. I almost didn't want to bother him anymore, but he had a smug look when I pulled back so I had to.

"Did you hear about the new Gryffindor?" I asked.

"No? Don't believe I have," he said, hand moving south quickly. He always gave me a nice swat when I was cheeky with him, and he read me well.

"Harry Potter, he's a first year and he's the new Gryffindor Seeker," I said.

"Bolucks," he scoffed waving me away.

"Is not, I caught his flight outside the window. I mean he is James Potter's son. I guess someone stole your crown Reg," I chuckled. He smacked my ass and I giggled as he kissed me.

"You were lying right, they'd never make a first year a Seeker," he chuckled into my mouth.

"No, Reggie I was serious. Ask Oliver Wood if you like," I offered.

"I'm going to go see for myself," he growled and I was shocked. He didn't usually have a big ego, but it was different when it came to Quidditch. I followed him anxiously as he stalked to the great hall.

"Oi! Potter!" He called and the whole hall stopped speaking. It was dreadfully embarrassing as the only sound in the room was our hasty foot falls and swishing robes.

A very thin first year with a scar that crackled over his face had a chicken leg lifted half way to his mouth and a terrified look in his green eyes. His hair was black and curly like Regulus's though his was much more untamed and he wore glasses like his father had.

We stopped in front of the Gryffindor table. He sat with a girl whose hair was terribly bushy, and a boy who had to be a Weasley from his hair and freckles.

"Holy fuck I forgot how adorable first years are," he whispered to me.

"I, well, ahem," my boyfriend cleared his throat awkwardly. "I heard about your performance. From one Seeker to another, congratulations."

"You're a seeker?" He asked in a squeaky voice.

"Yeah, Slytherin's Seeker," he nodded proudly. "Your dad was a Seeker you know."

Harry's emerald eyes widened with interest. The poor thing, I knew he probably couldn't remember a thing about them.

"You, you knew my parents?"

"A little, my older brother was best mates with James, I only have a few memories of him, but he seemed cool," Regulus smirked.

"Are you kidding me?" I heard a curse and looked over to see the pinched faced blonde boy who had tried to bother Regulus when he'd first gotten here. The second Draco had uttered the M word, Regulus had told him to watch his back unless he wanted to drain all the house points.

"How are you nice if you're a Slytherin?" Asked the red haired boy.

"Not all of us are bad, sure most of our lot are gits, but not me, and not my girl either," he said and kissed my cheek. The bushy haired girl looked envious.

"By the way Harry, I know what it's like to stick out," Regulus whispered now, and his eyes flickered to the boys scar. Harry flushed.

"Be proud of your scar, it means you're essentially the most badass wizard to ever exist, the most powerful dark wizard couldn't take you even as a baby."

"I like him, he curses," said the boy with freckles.

"You three need anything, come get me or my girl, we've got you," he winked, and then he stood up to take my arm.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked.

"You remember me in first year?"

"Pale as death, skeletal, shaky, nervous, and scarred, yeah I remember," I said sadly.

"He reminds me too much of myself. He's definitely abused wherever he lives now."

"It was sweet of you to be nice to him," I said gently and kissed his cheek.

"But you will continue to cheer for me at the match," he winked at me.

"I'll cheer for whoever the best seeker is," I said playfully.

"You tease," he said and smacked my ass.

"Not in public," I giggled.

"You deserve it," he smirked and pulled me onto his lap at the Slytherin table.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too. Also we're adopting those three," he informed me.

"Fine by me."