Oneshots| Jegulus and Wolfstar

Cardigan

I've had this is my drafts since September 24th

TW self harm, self hatred, homophobia, abuse 

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"You don't know him!" Accused Walburga.

"I do!" Retorted Sirius. "I knew him, dancing in my levi's drunk under a streetlight!"

"We raised you to not be a f/-\g, how dare you betray us like this!" Walburga shouted. "You've betrayed us all for a boy, you barely know!" She accused.

"I knew him, hand under my sweatshirt!" Sirius yelled back.

Regulus stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold in front of him. It felt as if he wasn't himself, like he was watching it from above. It felt as if his movement was restricted so much that was glued to the floor, and attempted movement would react in him toppling to the floor.

"Sirius." He whispered, barely audible to himself, yet Sirius managed to hear.

"I'm sorry." Sirius apologised.

Sirius apparated away, very likely to his best friend, James Potter's house.

Regulus felt as if somebody was hovering the weight of the world above his shoulders.

He knew what was coming, before anybody else even knew.

"Regulus, as it seems you're— Sirius has decided to leave the Black manor, you inherit the position of the heir of the Black household."

And there it was, the weight shifted onto his shoulders. It was clawing at every piece of happiness in his body, like a dementor.

"Yes— mother." He was hesitant, but if he denied, his life would be at risk.

"Good. I'm glad at least one of you have sense." She spat.

"If I may excuse myself to go to my bedroom?" Regulus asked, aware that one wrong move could result in injury.

"You may. I will have Kreacher bring your food to you." She informed him.

"Thank you, mother." He nodded at his father, out of respect, and his father returned the gesture.

When he arrived at him room, he collapsed onto his bed. The weigh had cause him to fall out of exhaustion.

He went to close his eyes, but his body refused to let him rest, and be at peace.

He couldn't stop thinking about Sirius, and James.

"Master Regulus." Greeted Kreacher, holding a plateful of roast pork, with a side of mash potatoes that were paler than Regulus, and some defrosted vegetables.

"Thank you, Kreacher. I hope one day, somebody makes a club to encourage being postive towards house elves."  Regulus mumbled through tears.

Kreacher smiled at him, and gently caressed his leg. "Sirius was always going to leave. And you are going to too." Kreacher closed Regulus' door.

Regulus' POV

Sobs racked my body.

The food Kreacher had brought up sat on my nightstand, growing cold.

I couldn't eat it, though.

My mother's voice flooded my head, 'if you eat it, you will be fat'.

Regulus subconsciously reached down to his stomach.

Fat.

3rd Person

Regulus opened the draw to his nightstand, and grabbed a small razor.

He watched as him deathly pale skin was painted red.

He smiled softly at the sight.

His happiness was soon replaced with guilt.

What was he doing?

He grabbed his wand, and accio'ed his book.

Little Women.

He opened to his handmade bookmark, and began scanning the page.

He couldn't focus on it though, his mind still retreating back to Sirius and James.

That's when he decided it was enough.

He grabbed his wand back off the table, and apparated The Potter's Manor.

When he arrived, he noticed how different it was to The Black's Manor.

There were vines growing on the soft blue, timber walls, fairy lights hidden within.

It drew a soft smile on his face.

One step at a time, he brought himself to the door.

He went to knock, but hesitated.

Would he be burdening them? They already had Sirius, would he be too much.

He brought his hand back down, and turned around.

The door behind him creaked open.

"Regulus?" James whispered.

Regulus sharply turned back around. "I'm sorry I can go."

James reached out his hand, "it's okay, come in."

I remained still.

"I insist." He added.

I slowly reached around, and grabbed his wrist.

He enveloped his hand around mine.

"Mamás, parece que estamos coleccionando negros." He called out to his mother// Translation: Mum, it appears we're collecting Blacks

An older woman walked out of the kitchen, a small towel draped over her shoulder.

"Este es Regulus, ¿verdad?" She spoke.// Translation: This is Regulus, isn't it?

James nodded.

Sirius shot up from the couch having heard his brother's name.

Regulus stood, slightly behind James. He straightened his posture out of habit.

"Regulus, tu t'en es sorti ?" Sirius asked in French.// Translation: Regulus, you made it out?

"Je suis désolé." Regulus apologised.// Translation: I'm sorry

Sirius' expression softened, and he ran up to hug Regulus.

"No, don't think like that." He whispered into Regulus' ear.

Regulus' vision went hazy, blurry. Was he crying? Regulus reached out to touch near his eye. Dry. Suddenly his vision went black, and he fainted.

Time skip to when he woke up brought to you by my laziness

Regulus shot up, his headache catching up to him. He rubbed his temple.

He felt a palm on his chest, slowly lowering him back down. He could hear someone talking, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

He passed out again.

He regained consciousness once more. He was instantly met with a shooting pain in his arm. He wrapped his hand around his forearm, met with bandages instead of scars. 

"Hey, hey, you're all good. You're at The Potter Manor. You're in my room." A voice, who he recognised as James.

"James?"

"Yes, it's me. How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Shitty." He complained.

James chuckled. "Mum told me to ask you a question when you woke up. If you had a son, what would you name him?" He referenced the time in the astronomy tower, where Regulus was crying. James asked him if he had a son what would he name him?

"Harry." Regulus told him, smiling softly at the memory.

James pecked his forehead. "Go back to sleep, Reg."

And he did.