Regulus Black/Marauders Era Oneshots

A Flinch

Regulus runs after being punished for not joining the Dark Lord. He somehow finds the Potter mansion in a desperation for his brother. Euphemia patches him up, but it reveals a few thing that Regulus would rather they didn't know.

Tw: Self harm

Regulus felt the rain pounding against his skin, but he kept moving. He forced air in and out of his chest. His throat felt like it was on fire. His legs were burning. His back felt like he was having lava poured onto him. His left eyes was almost completely swollen shut. His right wrist was most likely broken, and Regulus had no clue where he was going.

Sirius. Sirius. Sirius.

That was the only thought rushing through his head. He paused briefly. He looked around where he was, and he didn't see anything he recognized. He forced himself to keep running. He couldn't risk his parents finding out where he was.

Sirius. Sirius. Sirius.

Regulus dug through his memories. Where would Sirius be? Why was thinking so hard? Best friend. Who was Sirius' best friend again?

James.

Regulus hadn't taken apparition classes yet, and he's pretty sure this wasn't how appariating works, but Regulus closed his eyes. He pictured his brother and his best friend. Regulus sent a silent prayer for this to bring him somewhere. He just wanted his brother.

He felt the rain pattern abruptly change. He quickly opened his eyes. He was met with a private manner. He took shaky steps forward, and he felt a foreign magic wash over him. Wards.

He forced himself to walk up to the house. Please be the Potter's house. He brought his right hand up to knock. When he knocked, a jolt was sent up his arm. Oh, yeah. He quickly switched hands, and he continued knocking. He steeped backwards when the doorknob began turning. His hands shot of in a surrender-type position when he was met with a wand in front of him. He saw someone that deeply resembled James, but he looked older. Fleamont Potter, James' dad, his mind supplied.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" He demanded. Regulus heard a shuffle come from inside. Regulus looked at his feet. Fuck.

"I am Regulus Black, and I was looking for my brother. I would also like some help as I do have many injuries that should probably be addressed," Regulus said in his 'Proper Pure-Blood Voice'. He heard another shuffling voice come from inside that house.

"Regulus?" Regulus' head shot up at the sound of his brothers voice. He was met with his brother peaking out of the door behind Fleamont.

"Dad, let him come inside." That was James. Regulus looked behind Sirius, and he locked eyes with James Potter.

"Okay." Fleamont gave in and moved aside. Regulus took a small step in the direction of the door. He kept his hands above his shoulders though.

He felt his adrenaline run out, no longer in immediate danger. He felt his legs begin to grow wobbly, and his head began spinning. The pain on his back became much more apparent, and his bruised face jolted with pain.

He felt his knees give out under him. He slammed his forearms on the ground as he landed. He heard Sirius and James quickly come to his side. Suddenly, light filled the room. He curled in on himself. His headache spiked.

"What happened?" Sirius seemed to scream beside him. Regulus felt everything progressively getting louder.

"Euphemia!" Regulus thought that was Fleamont, but it could've been James. He doesn't know anymore. "Come down, quick!"

Regulus cried out. Why is everyone yelling? Regulus flinched when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. "Hey, sweetheart, you're safe. Can I patch you up?" Euphemia. Regulus let a small smile play on his lips. She sounded so nice. Nothing like his own mother. Regulus forced out a small nod. He knew he needed help or he'd probably end up bleeding out. Maybe that was hopeful thinking, Regulus couldn't tell. He couldn't even tell what he wanted for himself.