Forevermore || Regulus Black

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Listen to Seven Years By Lukas Graham

"It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger

Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker"

Chapter Six - Can't feel the pain anymore

Sirius Black

Life as the handsomest one in the Black family isn't so easy.

Especially if your name's Sirius Black.

But you cannot be Sirius Black because there is only one Sirius Black and I am that Sirius Black.

Now, you might be wondering when will I ever get to the point, correct?

Go ahead, answer the question.

My point is, sometimes life is not as easy as a person makes it seem like.

Take me, Capt. Hot Stuff, as an example. I'm highly attractive and humorous, but I have my flaws too. Just tiny minor flaws, but I have them too. Everybody does. For example, I get tortured almost every night with the Cruciatus Curse for being way too hot for this era. 

Or when my poor little brother Reg gets imperiused and being forced to torture me unwillingly. Speaking of Reg . . . 

I really love that little bastard. Bastard or not, he's still my little brother. I hate it when i see the fear in his eyes when Orion points his wand at him to imperius him. It just breaks me. 

Anyways, back to the present. 

I'm currently leaning against my bedroom door as hard as I can with all my force to make sure when my daily punishment time comes I can at least keep Orion away for a few extra minutes. 

My plan was calculated, but damn, I'm bad at math.

Orion clashed through the door very much like an angered bull. 

The broken door's splinters falling all over me while the force knocks me backwards with such force that could have knocked over about seven, strong and muscular, Quidditch Players. 

Sighing, I look up to my supposed-to-be father. 

When most people look their parent figures, they see somebody they can always trust, somebody who cares for them and helps them get through their hardest parts of childhood.

But not me.

When I look at my father, I see a person I despise. I see the cruelty in his eyes, along with the look of satisfactions when he sees me hurt. The evil grin that accompanies him every evening when I hear his footsteps booming toward the direction of my bedroom. I hear his grunts of disappointment whenever I find enough power to ignore the pain and crack some stupid joke. I hear him talking about me during dinner, I noticed he only refers to me as "him" and nothing else. I see him spoiling my little brother, Regulus, by explaining to him how I am a bad example and he must try everything to not be like me. It breaks me more than I already am. 

All summer this year, I have been left alone. Of course, I was given no food, but I had expected that to happen so I had my whole trunk filled with food before I came back home. The food is nearly enough, not exactly the best I would like, but it's better than nothing. I'm great-full for what I have.

Apart from left to die from starvation, I haven't been tortured all summer. I've been suspicious because that does not at all sound like them. And of course, my fears were proven correct when it was a day left for the day I can finally go back to Hogwarts.