Regrets

Chapter 11

Back home

   Sirius strolled through the corridors, thinking of something to do. He still didn't think it was fair that he had to stay stuck at Grimmauld Place. One reason was that Sirius wasn't one to sit out battles. The second... was the fact that coming back here renewed the pain of losing his brother. His room just had to be next to Regulus' room, didn't it?

   When he was talking to Harry, he made it sound like he despised him, even though it was quite the opposite. He didn't want the Order to think that he cared about a Death Eater.  

   He stopped in front of an all too familiar door, with peeling paint (this house was old) and a plaque that read

Do not enter without the expressed permission of

Regulus Arcturus Black

   When he was clearing up space for the Order members, he had found the door locked. It still was locked, mainly to make sure Molly Weasley wouldn't clear his room too. Maybe he should check out what state it was in after 16 years.

   He opened the door with a few spells. It was covered with dust but otherwise seemed fine. Why would he feel the need to lock this room? Was it actually him or was it Kreacher? Probably Regulus.

   He walked upto a drawer and pulled it open. The first thing that caught his eye was a photograph. It was Regulus' 9th birthday. Their parents had to go somewhere and had probably even forgotten. So Sirius somehow managed to bake cake (and in the process made the kitchen look like a tornado of cream and flour had passed, Kreacher had a fit) and celebrated Regulus' birthday, just the two of them.

   Sirius sighed. Then it hit him. How does Regulus have this picture? When Andromeda left, all pictures of her were cleared out of the house. Surely they would do the same for him.

   Maybe he did care.

'I miss you Regulus. A lot. Why did you have to go?'