Now and Forever||

Broken Paintings

"HOW DARE YOU." Walburga screamed. "I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?"

"Mother I-"

 "WHO LET YOU SPEAK?" She scoffed. "I sacrificed my life for you. All of my hopes and dreams wasted, on you." She looked at him.

"You were my beautiful daughter, you were my pride and joy ######. Why must you do this to me?" Regulus began tearing up.

He never intended to disappoint her. He thought that she'd be okay with it. Especially now that she needs an heir. She still loves him doesn't she? Regulus collapsed onto his hands and knees. He began sobbing on their hallway floor.

"Get up child." Walburga whispered. She sat beside him. "You are just confused ######." She hugged him. Why are they hugging, they were arguing before.  "I'll get you help ######, I'll fix you."  

Regulus immediately sat up. He was panting and his face was tear stained.  He looked around and Evan and Barty were still asleep. Regulus checked his phone. 04:06am. He had two messages from an unknown number.

07294819365: sluggy asked you to meet him during breakfast

07294819365: its James btw🙃

Regulus put his phone back down and whipped the tears from his cheeks. The sun was just about rising so there was no point trying to get any more sleep. 

Regulus stood up and went into the bathroom to shower. He stepped in the shower with his clothes on and let the water soak his face.

Regulus has always found this somewhat therapeutic. A cold shower with his clothes still on. The cold winter air howling outside of his window. The faint raindrops outside of his dorm. It was perfect.

Regulus sat down on the shower floor and looked at himself. He examined his figure that was covered by a baggy t-shirt and shorts. He looked at his skin. The scars all over his legs and arms. He looked at the mirror on the wall beside the towels.

He observed his face. His eyes were a greeny-silvery colour. His rosey cheeks were dotted with small light-brown freckles. He had splotches of acne all over his face.

He looked at his hair. His hair wasn't completely black. It wasn't a set colour at all. It had a few white streaks here and there but it Regulus also had a bit of brown at the front of his head.

He looked at his chest next. Oh how Regulus hated it.  The way it looked. The fact that it defined him. He hates that he was born this way. It's not fair. Why does everybody else get what they want. Why do they get to look the way the feel and have bodies to match. Why can't Regulus have that. 

Why why why

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When Regulus made it down to the potions classroom Professor Slughorn welcomed him inside.

"Regulus. As you know by now, you have been selected to be in the advanced classes with the seventh years." He began.

"Yes Professor?"

"Well, would you mind tutoring one of the seventh years?  He seems to be failing and I can't think of a better student then you for the job." Regulus had a feeling he knew who this student was.

"Who will I be tutoring Professor?" Professor Slughorn looked at Regulus.

"Oh, yes, you'll be tutoring Mr Potter. Is that okay?" Regulus nodded. "Excellent, I trust you and Mr Potter will sort out scheduling on your own yes?"

"Yes, I'll speak with James soon." Professor Slughorn nodded and smirked.

"Thank you m'boy." Regulus just nodded and headed back to his friends.