SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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CHOICES, Sirius' POV. Song: Searows - End of the world. ——— My ears rung with the sound of blood pumping around my body. A thumping pressure that signalled my internal panic beginning to flare like a siren inside me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Everyone's going to leave me.
Everyone's going to leave before I get the chance to go.
I'm going to be alone before I decide to be.
Everything's changing and there's nothing I can do.
There's nothing I can do!
I can't leave.
Fuck - I can't leave.
There's nothing for me out there!
There's no one.
What happens if James leaves home? That's not my home! Where do I go? Do I stay? Can I stay?
I fumbled with the marauders map, my fingers shaking a little. Grace's voice rang in my ears, harmonising with the sound of my own panicked body vibrating with terror over imaging my future.
'You're acting as if this is it for everyone?'
This is it!
This is it. This is my life and it's approaching an end.
Merlin, something tells me this is itmore than I know. A deep gut wrenching ache that warns me against leaving Hogwarts. That it will be my final end, not next beginning.
I know a part of me will haunt these halls forever and the rest of me will leave claw marks on every corner I've loved as I'm dragged away.
Their lives are starting.
James'.
Peter's.
The girls.
Hell, even Remus' seems bright right now, even though I know he's so unsure too.
Why does mine feel like it's closing in on me? That there is no second or third chance. That this, hogwarts, was my first and last - my only shot at happiness. At belonging somewhere.
Hogwarts is my home! It's my home! This is home!
Once summer ends I'll never go home again!
Regulus.
Regulus Black.
I scanned the map, checking all of his ordinary spots. My finger points on the paper, brushing across the areas that felt familiar to and a reminder of him. I pointed to everywhere I had watched him pace time and time again throughout the years.
