Regulus, Aged 12
Sirius, Aged 11
"Gryffindor!"
Sirius shot up from his seat, the Sorting Hat still on his messy black hair. He punched his fist in the air and cheered. The Gryffindors roared, welcoming Sirius.
Shock was clearly etched on Regulus's face. Life with Sirius as he had known it has ended. This had marked Sirius from the rest of the family, the first Black ever not to be a Slytherin.
A familiar voice, though tinged with a foreign cunning and menace, rang in his ears, "Regulus."
Regulus was jerked immediately out of his thoughts and whipped around. His eyes bored into Sirius's defiant grey ones. After a prolonged moment of silence, Regulus broke eye contact. In a low whisper, he threatened, "You blood traitor, get away from me. Or I'll hex you."
"Not if I hex you first," retorted Sirius coldly, still eyeing his brother. His fist curled into a tight ball in his pocket as he turned away from the Slytherins and walked towards the Gryffindor table, where everyone was clapping and hollering for the next young wizard being sorted into Gryffindor.
This was his new home and the start of his new life.
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✔️ | Tales of the Black Brothers
FanficPrequel to the worldwide phenomenon Harry Potter: Tale of the Black Brothers. Follow the lives of Regulus and (heartthrob) Sirius Black on their journey to Hogwarts and beyond. Told in 7 short snippets to recount their legacy in flashes: - Lives in...
