Christmas comes as Regulus is sitting in his room, awaiting Sirius' return from school, Hogwarts obviously. Sirius had only been gone 2 months but it felt like hell without him. The vast loneliness of feeling like an only child is something he had never wanted, these past two months as evidence. He's been excited all day, woke at the crack of dawn and had brushed his teeth before the morning birds began to sing.
Itching is the best word to describe how Regulus felt. He wants to hear all about Sirius' time away, living through the tales of big school and dorm rooms. There's a bang downstairs. Jumping from the bed Regulus fluffy socks connect to the floor, pacing to the door as mother said it was improper to run.
Screaming. Screaming from his parents again. Apologising. Apologising coming from Sirius, he sounds so small, meak.
'Im Sorry, I'm Sorry'
'It's not my fault'
'I tried to change it, please mum'
Screaming, a different type. One Regulus hadn't heard before. This is more primal. Apologising, a different type. One where there's gasps of breath and begging to stop. It doesn't take a genius to guess what's happening. Its natural evolution. The parents who scream at one another and their children, are the parents who will hit their children.
The screaming stops, the apologising and crying doesn't. Whatever happened stalled Regulus at his door, not brave enough to help. This is a change, a new danger.
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The Marauders - Noble House of Black
FanfictionThis is a short story of the Black Brothers. Two brothers brought into the world in the midst of war, two brothers who are forced to chose a side. Two brothers who just wanted to listen to David Bowie.
