The Stag and the Doe

Chapter Forty-One- Nothing is Black (Regulus) or White

Disclaimer: Regrettably, many of these characters are not of my own invention, some may be (@Bobby Wilkins and a new character that's coming up :) but the rest belong to J.K Rowling

And in this chapter we see a little bit of Sirius in Regulus too, ;)

Look at Regulus :0

Chapter Forty-One: Nothing is Black (Regulus) or White

Regulus was running as if his life depended on it.

Well, in this case, it did.

It was twilight; the sun had yet to leave the day, not just yet, but was about to. The sky was a mix of colors, blues, reds, purples, oranges- every color imaginable. The streets of London smelled as they always did, putrid and distasteful. However Regulus couldn't complain because air was air and it was escaping his lungs quickly. He barreled past a few muggles, who shot him offended looks. Ignoring them, he focused on keeping his breaths even, his steps quick, and listen to the sounds of thudding feet follow him. Regulus was pretty sure that some gravel had wormed its way into his dress shoes, which were not ideal in this circumstance, he commented, and sharply stabbed him with every step. He thanked his previous Quidditch Captain for making him doing all those of exercises, which up until this point were useless. May he never curse him into rabbit again.

Still, even with the grueling Quidditch exercises Regulus was short of breath, and he could feel his pursuers gaining on him. Even though he didn't turn back, Regulus wasn't stupid; he knew they were getting closer. Those goddamn members of the Order have been tailing his a*se for months. At first they wanted to reform. After all, he was kid, he didn't know what he was signing up for, and he couldn't be held responsible for his actions since he had only just turned seventeen, Regulus had a late birthday in December that made him older than his classmates. That underestimation brought them a burned down house, where there were no casualties, only a warning to back the hell off, Regulus was one not to be sweet talked to. The message was obviously received, as for the last two weeks, the friendly letters and kind greeting cards evolved into howlers, and confrontation of a really pissed off wizard. That one ended in Regulus having a blood nose and the wizard losing his hand, which wasn't intentional as the wizard had been the one to fire off that spell, Regulus had only reflected it, and how was he supposed to know what it did, honestly?

"You can't run forever, Black!" One of the chasers shouted.

Regulus, having to have lost his common sense due to the lack of oxygen reaching his brain, turned his head and called back:

"Watch me, you pr*cks!"

Then, Regulus lost his footing, crashed into the ground, and cut himself against the pavement. Okay, not his smoothest move and it would surely cost him. Great. Scrambling to be vertical, he half limped half jogged to his right, leading into an alleyway. Regulus turned in different directions at every corner, hoping to lose them.

He didn't.

And the last turn he made, led him to a dead end. Well, this day was turning out to be wonderful, now wasn't it? His back facing a wall, Regulus drew out his wand, ready to defend himself against ten wizards and witches. It's okay he could handle this. He was the best dueler of his year, made top marks in all his Defense against the Dark Arts lessons. Surely he could handle fully grown men and women alike, specifically trained in the art of justice. It couldn't be that hard.

It was.

In his defense, he had knocked six of them, leaving only four wizards, each with his own hex. Regulus himself had several cuts and bruises on his body. A wizard with bad breath, bad manners, and even worse posture held the wand at his throat. His eyes were dark and beady, swelling to size of peas and flashing with anger. He was breathing heavily, really this man had to be introduced to mouthwash, and the tentacles that were sprouting from his head were swirling in agitation. So it turns out if you mix a couple of curses and then fire them blindly, at one person, this was the result. Oops.