Things had gotten much worse. Horrible. Dreadful. At that time living in the Black house was not living, it was a constant of surviving.
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The politician they talked about at Christmas was now much more present in their family, so present that they were afraid to utter his name. Bellatrix, his cousin, had become much worse, and now she and her family attacked Sirius whenever he disobeyed. Regulus learned to shut up and nod, and Sirius, in time, as well.
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It was June 25th, his birthday. Regulus had woken up with a little hope, with an idea that this day was going to be different.
He was delusional.
Since he woke up, there was no "congratulations" or "birthday" or "Reggie". Nothing. His parents continued to ignore him and he hid his tears.
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As night fell, Regulus lay down, crying. He knew his family was how it was, but he still expected a happy birthday.
It was bullshit, Regulus knew, but it still hurt.
Already at 23:59, his door opened.
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It was Sirius, accompanied by Kreatcher and a cake that read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY REGULUS".
-It's not twelve o'clock yet," Sirius said, smiling. And then he began to sing.
-....Reggie, and may you have many more..." When they finished, Kreatcher started clapping, and brought the cake over for him to blow on. He made a wish.
I wish Sirius and I would leave home.
But that was it, just a stupid wish.
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An hour later, the three of them were on the floor, eating cake and talking about normal, mundane things. Regulus loved that. He never imagined he would come to love anything in that house, but yes, he loved Sirius and Kreatcher.
When they went to sleep, Regulus smiled. All hope in the Black family was not lost.
Or so he thought.
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Beautiful Boy (English)
FanfictionRegulus Black feels trapped in a body and in a house that doesn't feel like home. Since he was little, they taught him that he couldn't be the way he was. But when the time passes and he gets older, he chooses to escape. Escape from that body, that...
