O Beija-Flor - Regulus Black (Complete)

LVIII -

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Dumbledore passed away during the first night after the end of the Summer Term, June 26th. He was lying in his own bed after leaving Minerva McGonagall to do the end of the term works, preparing her to become headmistress once he was gone. His heart stopped right after eleven of night.

Harry was the last to know.

Sirius had been the one to tell him through a letter to the Dursley's house, promising to talk to him soon.

From then on, the promise the small Inner Circle of the Black Family (a little joke that Sirius seemed to like to call the group of people living in Grimmauld Place) made before the death was put into order. Against the clear expectation of the Order of keeping Harry Potter hidden in a blood-protection, Sirius had been using all his free time to plot a way to get him there safely. Sure, with Dumbledore dead it was expected that people would be nervous, especially now that the Secret Keeper of the house was dead, though it meant nobody would get that information, it also meant that – if found out – there was a small chance (slim to none, if really) to re-make the spell, especially because he was one of the only people alive that knew how to use it correctly.

However, it was only in the very last day of June that the Inner Circle of the Black Family decided to all sit down together and brainstorm some sort of the plan before Sirius decided to just walk into the muggle house (as he had implied he wanted to do).

"We can't just burst into their door and demand Harry to come with us, Sirius," Remus said. "His aunt might warn people of what happened, and – in case you forgot – you're still running away from the muggle law-enforcers, they don't know that you were unrightfully arrested."

"I won't leave you all to go without me," Sirius said.

"Narcissa and Draco can't go. They're dead to the world," Cecilia reminded him. Draco muttered something, clearly not interested in going to pick Harry up at his muggle house. "And, if I'm honest, I believe it's for the best if Regulus stays here as well."

"No," Regulus said, tone final.

"You're... remarkable. You get a lot of attention by doing as much as existing, Regulus," Cecilia said, feeling her cheeks burning a bit.

"That's very cute of you to say, but –"

"You do get a lot of attention," Remus suddenly agreed with Cecilia, nodding to her. She almost smiled. "You're... the odd one out, either we like to admit it or not. You're tall, you're handsome and, well, you're weird to Muggles."

"How am I weird?" Regulus asked, clearly upset and taken aback by that.

"I don't think I have ever seen anyone with the posture you all –" and Cecilia pointed at Narcissa, Regulus and Draco, "use all the time. Too perfect. I've seen ballerinas with less posture."

"And, well, you did take quite a bit of time to stop staring at the telly when we got it at first moment, and you'll see weirder things out there," Remus hesitated.

"Are you talking about cars? They look wicked, but they don't fly, do they?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows. "I've seen a magazine upstairs with cars and motorcycles."

Sirius raised his eyebrows at the boy.

"Is that the magazine with the half-naked women?" he asked. "Because that's mine, and you really shouldn't touch it."

Remus slapped him in the back of the head at the same time that Narcissa turned to look at her son's eyes. Draco turned pink completely, from the ears to the very base of this throat. Cecilia giggled to herself, looking away from them to try to control herself.