TRAITOR || wts

Lovely

EVERYONE WAS TENSE at the dark atmosphere in the memory. It was just starting and yet the tension is already building.

Harry lean closer to his godfather for comfort. He was more close to Sirius than he did his parent, don't get him wrong, James and Lily Potter are amazing parents. They give him everything he needs and wants for the better good. He was spoiled, he confessed, but never was he a brat. Never had he act like an obnoxious git. He was always be grateful about his parents. But there are times that the two makes a slight tension in their relationship. And it always impacted Harry.

Sirius was always ready to step in and assure him. His godfather was always in the side to ease him when his parents unconsciously suffocate him with their (at some and most times) disagreement and awkwardness. It's like they were having a bridge between them.

But nonetheless, Harry would always love them, his parents. But Sirius may or may not be his favorite person in the world.

Sirius and Harry are in front of the Black family tree's tapestry. And the younger Potter was staring at one particular member of the family. Sirius followed his godson's gaze, he frowned and scoffed before pointing out.

Sirius: My idiot sister, soft enough to believe them, that's her.

He points at a beautiful young woman on the tapestry.

Sirius: Regulus Black. She was younger than me, and a much better heir as I constantly reminded.

Sirius tensed when he realized he and his godson was in the Grimmauld Palace, the place where he was always abused and have thousands of nightmares about. It was almost twenty years when he last step inside that dreadful house. And memories of the past would always haunts him. Memories of his youth. The good and the bad. The only good memory he have in that blasted place was when Regulus would play the piano. And them playing hide and seek when his parents are away.

And to think he would go there again, and with his godson nonetheless! Whatever was he thinking?

"That's your little sister, mate?" Fred and George gawked. Staring at the same portrait Harry on screen was staring at. Damn those Black genes, so sharp and rich and aristocrat and very beautiful!

"Yeah, and she's a Death Eater." Sirius gritted out. The topic about his sister was never a soft spot. He regretted a lot of things, and one of them was the part that he never argued enough with Regulus to ran away with him to the Potters and leave that fuck up place behind. His little Reggie was always a coward and him a bitter fool.

James frowned at his best mate, he looked intently at the young face of the one and only Regulus Aquila Black and felt his heart dropped. It was nearly eighteen years and yet the sight of the youngest Black always leave him breathless. Biles came up to his throat when he though of that. He have a wife, though their marriage was all because of reliances, he was still married to Lily.

The pretty redhead who also have the adoration towards the woman he loved. Lily always liked Reg. But James understands, the Black siblings were nearly hard to resist.

The scene changes to a sickly and tired looking sixteen years old Regulus. The dark lord harshly gripping and pointing his wand at her left arm. Drawing his mark on the porcelain skin.

The entire occupants in the hall gasped at the face of the Dark Lord. Disgust filling in the pit of their stomach as the man leans closer to the young Black.

Severus swallowed the devastation he felt as he watches the scene. The memories of how he got his mark coming back to him like a tidal wave. He didn't got it like how Regulus does. Regulus did nothing but be presented and it was so easy for her. But to Snape, the Dark Lord needed something that he cannot easily give. He stared at the blank expression on his friend's upholding, knowing very well she loathes that day.