The Hunt | Regulus Black

Broken Future

- Flashback -
— Regulus Black —
- March 1975 -

Thick as thieves, our mother would say.

Sirius my older brother, once my best friend who was decided for me. The person who knew me better than anyone.

Since he joined Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor, mother always distance us from him. Not completely but she kept a close eye.

When I was sorted into Slytherin, Sirius took a step back from our brotherhood. We went from talking and hangout to avoiding the others gaze.

They say your older brother is there to protect and care for you. That sentiment died in Sirius the day I was sorted into Slytherin.

I remember days of us causing trouble and running havoc. Sirius would always take the fall if we got caught, he'd say 'I promise mother, I forced Reggie to do it'.

However, that didn't happen anymore. Our house was now a constant battle, Sirius against us.

The joy and laughter that Sirius and I once filled our house with was gone, and now it's slowly succumbing to the weight of time and melancholy.

Walls that were once adorned with beautiful emerald green paint, now bear the marks of fading paint and cracks, depicting the transition of brokenness that submerges our house.

Our rooms, once bustling with activity, now echo with a haunting silence. The sunlight that used to dance through the windows now casts long, somber shadows. The air feels heavy with forgotten memories and a sense of longing. It's a visual representation of the passage of time and the melancholic beauty that can be found in the decay of the familiar.

Cold and emotionless is what Grimmauld place screams.

Sirius has just turned 16, the only thing our mother told him on his birthday was 'It's your turn now'.

Referring to him getting the dark mark, a frightfully painful yet important process that has been drilled into us since an early age.

As a devoted deatheater, our mother wouldn't bare to have any of us not take the mark. It was stressed growing up how vital this was to our family.

"Where do you think you're going?" My mother screeches.

I rush downstairs to see Sirius with his bag packed standing at the front door. I stand on the stairs watching him.

Sirius looks at me and then looks away in disappointment, there's strength and determination across his face, and yet pity in his eyes as he looks at each of us.

"Don't do this Sirius" My father says.

"You do this and you can never come back" My mother spits out.

My parents carry our family name with pride, with a sense of entitlement and arrogance. The pureblood lineage, 'vital to the future of the wizarding world'. Utter nonsense really...

"Sirius?" I mumble.

He looks at me coldly, like we were strangers.

With that he walks out, the door slamming shut behind him. He's gone.

My mother turns to me, "Don't even think about talking to that traitor in school. He is dead to us".

I silently nod and walk up stairs into the living room and sit down at the piano. My fingers instinctively play, attempting to fill the new level of emptiness.

After a while of playing I hear a crackling noise behind me, I turn to see my mother burning Sirius's face off of the tapestry. She did the same when Andi started dating Ted Tonks.