Notes:
Welcome back! I am so glad to see you again!
It really means a lot to me that you keep coming back and that you enjoy my writing! I also hope you had a good week! If you haven't that's completely fine too you know, you can sit here and read all the fluff about gay wizards and find a moment for yourself. :)
So, without further ado, let's talk about this chapter!
About This Chapter:
-James Pov again! I am not too sure if it will always be alternating every chapter but I'll definitely let you know each time.
-Spanish speaking, with translation put at the end. (Time for Effy to shine)
-I have looked into it, and yes, you MUST have a third person to vow, but I have done some more research and found a loophole that works the charm (ahah I'm very funny I know). Most of the things I looked for I found very little information on, so I have put my little twist on how I think some type of magic works, so don't come for me, all of this is PURELY for fun.
Warnings:
-There's a coming out scene, and there's talk about how unfair the world is to queer people. It's not super long, but you know, still a bit sad.
-It's really nothing angst but we do see blood again (It makes sense when you get to it.)
-Panic Attack symptoms and display.
-Okay so I didn't really plan it for this chapter, but it just happened so get ready for some Smut y'all.
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Thursday 6th of October, 1977.
"An Unbreakable Vow?!"
Madame Pomfrey is currently fuming, and James is pretty sure he can see actual smoke coming out of her ears. She glares at him, and then at his chest, or better yet, at Regulus.
"Let's all take a breath now, Poppy," Professor McGonagall says, touching her shoulder and helping her sit down.
She's a bit reluctant, but eventually sits in one of the chairs of the hospital wing. Professor Slughorn looks at her with concerned eyes, an expression that has not left him since they arrived about an hour prior.
James is seated on what was Regulus' bed, his legs spread apart to make space for the other. His arms are wrapped around Regulus' chest, and the other keeps his head against James'. Since he threw himself at him in the dorms, they haven't been able to break apart for a single minute.
As soon as one of the two would try, the hollowness in his chest would come back heavier than ever, and by the looks of Regulus' face, James simply concluded that he must have been feeling the same. Also, he hasn't been this warm and relaxed in weeks, and he is1 not going to let it go anytime soon.
"Just when I think I've seen it all, these boys manage to do something worse," Madame Pomfrey is mumbling to herself, and James feels a bit bad.
They had been getting yelled at for about ten minutes, since Poppy had to run a full check on both of them first to see if they were still in danger. It took about five minutes after Regulus had gotten to the dorms for Slughorn and Poppy to find them, accompanied by McGonagall, who did not look happy at all.
Madame Pomfrey had been furious with Sirius first, but the moment she glanced at the both of them in bed, hugging, her face morphed into something else. James wasn't sure he could make it out, but she gave them about thirty seconds to get out of bed and make their way to the Hospital Wing. When Sirius tried to follow, Poppy simply shook her head, and Minnie ordered all of them to stay put.
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Fanfiction"Do you swear it?" Regulus looks deep into James' eyes, waiting for the faltering, but there is none. "I swear it," he says, gripping Regulus' arm tighter. There's a moment of silence, and then it is James who twists their arms, locking the charm in...
