The letter of my life - Regulus Black x Reader

II ~ Getting to Hogwarts

A little innocent meeting at a café on a rainy afternoon.

That was where it all began

September 1th, 1976

The summer had been great. Going on vacation, enjoying the sun (when it finally didn't rain), playing games and catching up with my sisters. I really had meant it when I said I loved them to death. Siblings just understood you in a way nobody else did. Because they knew you. They might have been there your entire life, or you thieres. They understood your situations, because they often were a part of it. And there was no reason to lie for them. Because no matter how many fights and discussions you have, or how many times you wanted to rip each other to shreds, and just wished the other gone, they weren't. They weren't gone. They, in the heart, would always stay. No matter how much they tried, they would still be your sibling, no matter what. In good and in bad. They are some of the hardest friends to lose, even if it didn't seem like it in the moments. They are.

Maybe that's why Regulus Black had plagued my mind for the past month. Our conversation in the cafe was a daily occurance in my memories. His brother left. He ran away. I had twisted and turned the little piece of information I had gotten around in my mind a million times. Tried to figure out what had happened. After the research I actually had done about his family, I knew the elder Black brother was probably viewed as a "blood traitor" behind closed doors. He wasn't afraid to associate with muggle borns and half bloods, and had regularly helped his best friends, James Potter, chase the pretty redhead Lily Evans in their year. She helped me study a few times last year, and she was always so almost unbearably sweet in the best way possible. Her inner really matched her outer.

But that still didn't explain what happened with the black brothers. Why Sirius ran, and why Regulus didn't go with him. Realising that I may just have suppressed the idea that Regulus black was still a blood supremacist, and an asshole, that might just not mind the deranged idea his family had about others, I entered the big scarlet red train. The Hogwarts express. The ride to my second home. Because no matter how much I loved home, Hogwarts meant the world to me. It was a place I felt home. And even if a lot of the students who attend said school thinks otherwise, I still feel like that is the one place I belong, no matter what.

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I walked the length of the train's slim corridor. The Train had just gone off from the platform and was finally on its way out of London.

I tried to find Pandora in one of the many Compartments. Most of them were filled to the brim with happy, laughing students who were catching up with their friends. I was planning on doing exactly the same if I hadn't happened to walk past the worst compartment possibly.

"Isn't that the mudblood who thinks she is better that everyone else"

I could have ignored them. I could have. But I simply don't have the temper management to do that.

I turned toward the open door in the compartment to meet Malfoys grey eyes. Grey eyes. Not the stormy ones I had looked at a month ago. No, just dull grey eyes. He was smirking, prepared for me to probably begin crying from the "oh so original insult" he came up with. It was honestly embarrassing at this point. He was going into his seventh year, and still amused himself with trying to insult fifth years. I just mentally rolled my eyes.

" Oh, I don't know about everyone, but definitely you" I answered him 

His smirk slowly melted off his face. I took a look around the compartment. He was sitting with Severus Snape, Evan Rosier and Dorcas Meadowes, who were playing a game of chess, Barty Crouch jr., who was reading a book and two other Slytherins who are in the same year as Malfoy. No Regulus Black in sight, even though this compartment contains the company he usually hangs around with.

Snape, who had earlier been snickering at malfoys statement, stood up. The others, who had just glanced at Malfoy when he had talked, and had gone back to their own things looked up again.

"Who do you think you are, saying stuff like that"

"Why do you waste your breath on a pathetic mudblood, Malfoy"

Everyone in the compartment simultaneously looked behind me to see who I was blocking the compartment door from. I turned to the side to see Regulus Black standing there. Snape sat down again, but I didn't acknowledge it. I only seemed to be able to focus on the amount of malice that was behind the words that had come out of Black's mouth. It may sound shocking, But Regulus Black had never called me a mudblood before. At Least not to my face. I Always thought he at least had a bit of respect for me, since he knew that whatever he could do, I could too. That much had been proven over the years.

But now, he looked at me like he was disgusted. He looked with his pale, paler than when we had met a month ago, face, and his grey eyes. The storm. Thunder. Lightning.

Had he, like Lily Evans, Matched his inner with his outer, there would be no person who could beat his kindness. Because he was drop dead gorgeous. Like the night sky. Like the ocean. Like dusk. Like dawn. Like nature's wonders. It was unexplainable. He was like a god reincarnated into a human.

But he was horrible. Made my mind scream. I was tired. Tired of the confusion that followed him. When I looked at him, all I could see was the tears slowly tumbling down his cheeks, and the comfort I had desired to show him at that moment. It was a moment of vulnerability. And I guess it reflected on both of us. Because now, he was cold. His features neutral and undamageable. He was cruel and evil. I could have thrown his vulnerability against him at that moment. But I held back. I didn't.

I think he had expected me to do it though, because he looked at me in surprise when I stayed silent and looked around at the other faces in the compartment with burning anger in my eyes. Anger solely birthed from him. I didnt give a single fuck about what the other said to me, what they thought off me, what they called me, but for some reasons no matter what Regulus Black said, it felt like getting stabbed in the back.

Stabbed in the back by someone you should have expected would do it, but was foolish enough to convince yourself wouldn't.

Mudblood

The way he said it sounded wrong. It felt wrong. Like it should have been something normal in his vocabulary, but wasn't.

I clenched my jaw. Glared at Black. He wasn't even looking at me. I turned around and walked away. The last thing I saw was Rosier raising an eyebrow in question, while glancing over at Meadows and Crouch. Silent questions being sent between them.

***

I finally found the right compartment. The first person I spotted was Pandora. Or actually she spotted me. Before I even got to enter the compartment, she had already thrown herself in my arms. She hugged me tightly and I gave back just as much force. It was so great to see her again. I hadn't seen her the entire summer, since our vacation hadn't lined up, so when i was home in England she wasn't and the other way around. We had sent each other a ton of letters though, and she had told me everything about her new experiments over the summer, and how she had incidentally met Xenophilius Malfoy, and they had started talking after she told him about her experiments.

They had even managed to have a little summer romance. That lucky girl.

When we finally let go of each other I made eye contact with the second person in the compartment, Sybill Trelawney. I really like hanging out with blonds I guess. Sybill is clever. Not in the way me and Pandora are, but more in a spiritual way. She sees the things we don't. It's really impressive.

We started catching up on everything, joking and laughing, and before we knew it we were at Hogwarts. The big castle is really a sight for sore eyes. It always makes me catch my breath.

Now I am home again. 

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Word count: 1445 words