The world lurched and twisted around Sirius as whoever it was that had grabbed him apparated them, before he could even blink. Sirius stumbled as they landed, dizzy and disoriented—he reached for his wand, but his fingers had only just brushed it when the spell hit him in the back.
“Expelliarmus!”
It was a familiar voice. Sirius spun around, heart pounding.
“Reg?!”
His brother stood two paces behind him, clutching both their wands. Sirius blinked, shaking his head.
“What are—where are we? What the fuck are you doing? Give me back my wand!”
Regulus stared at him, lips pressed into a thin line.
“No.”
Sirius started forward, fists clenched, anger surging – and stopped, as Regulus raised his wand and pointed it directly at Sirius’s chest.
Suddenly, he realised that he was very alone, without wand or backup, and facing a death eater. Not his brother—a death eater.
“Reg…” Sirius said, slowly, trying to keep the fear from his voice, “What is this?”
His brother was staring at him, face pale, eyes wild and panicked, as though he were the one cornered. His fingers trembled, slightly; the wand shook in his hand.
“Reg?”
“Don’t—come any closer!” Regulus’s voice was high, thin and sharp, like a wire drawn taut. His eyes rolled in his head as he glanced around, skittishly, like he was expecting someone to jump out and yell boo. Maybe he was.
They were, as far as Sirius could tell, in the middle of nowhere—nondescript woods, at the edge of the treeline. Sirius could see a pond through the trees, murky with algae; he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was familiar…
“Are we…” He squinted, trying to make out more of the pond through the foliage, “…is this Uncle Alphard’s old property?”
Regulus was breathing very quickly. After a moment, he said,
“It was the first place I could think of.”
Right, Sirius thought, Okay. That made it sound like this was—unplanned. Which was probably good. Reg had never been impulsive; if he wanted to…hurt Sirius, or to capture him, then Sirius was pretty sure that his brother would have concocted some sort of painstakingly detailed scheme. He wouldn’t have just apparated him into the middle of nowhere.
Probably.
“Why’ve you brought me here, Reg?”
Across from him, his brother licked his lips. He still had his wand raised, still had it pointed directly at Sirius’s chest.
“I needed to talk to you.”
“Talk to me?”
“Yes.”
“You could have sent a letter.”
“I don’t know your address.”
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All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )
ФанфикAll the Young Dudes by mskingbean89 written from Sirius' POV, All credits for this story goes to rollercoasterwords on ao3. *THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK. *THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS STORY IS ROLLERCOASTERWORDS ON AO3.
