Jegulus - I'll be good

Part Ten

Regulus didn't know how he came there, but he ended up in his dorm, breathing heavily and absolutely overwhelmed from the anger in his chest. Usually he didn't experience anger in this degree and he didn't yell; that all was more Sirius' part.
The shocked faces of his brother and friends were stuck in his mind now too, but why? Everything he had said was the truth and nothing else. At least the truth how it felt for him.
He finally managed to sit down on his bed and breathe normally again, the anger slowly turning into shame and sadness. Yes, Sirius was right. He didn't fully support the whole anti muggleborn thing and even less he wanted to hurt people. But what choice did he have?
"None", he mumbled to himself, it didn't matter what his brother said. Coming with him was impossible for the Slytherin. And despite that, it was the best way to help the war. To change something from within. Something he couldn't tell anyone, as it was too risky.
He jerked, as the door was slammed and lifted his head, expecting one of his roommates. But his heart stopped when he saw that it was James.
"What in earth's name are you doing here? This is the Slytherin dormitory!", Regulus blurted out after a second of shock. The last person he had expected was standing right in front of him and looked at him like he was about to break his neck.
"Thank you. I know exactly where I am and it also was my destination", James said with a small smirk and stepped closer to the bed.
Regulus stared back at him: "And what do you want?"
James shortly looked through the room, then grabbed the chair and pulled it to the bed to sit down.
"What Sirius said was the truth. You could have come with him, my parents would have done the same for you like for him", he said seriously, "they would have let you stay with us too. Why didn't you talk to me? Or Sirius? Before doing something that can't be undone."
Regulus was confused and even forgot to be nervous.
"Sure. Why should I talk to a stranger about that? Or with a person who doesn't care at all? Talking to a wall would have had the same effect. And as I already said, I wanted it", he replied with a neutral voice, but the Potter only raised an eyebrow. He didn't believe him. At all.
"I'm not a stranger. And Sirius cares for you. And he's worried in that very moment."
"And that's why he sent his lapdog?", Reggie asked dryly, but it made James laugh, the slight tension leaving his shoulders.
"Sirius is the dog. And no, I'm here because I'm worried about you", he gave back with a smirk, "I mean it, Regulus. You think you are alone, but you aren't. We would always have your back."
The Slytherin didn't know what to say and his throat felt like an orange was stuck in it. He rubbed over his collarbone: "You're an idiot."
"I hear that often, it's part of my charme. I know you can't change what you've done. Maybe we really didn't show you that we are here for you. But we are, if you need someone", James replied and got into his feet, "I'm not bothering you for longer now."
Regulus kept quiet for another moment, trying to figuring out what to feel.
"Thank you", he finally managed to say and caught a glimpse of James smile. The Potter wished him a good night and left the room.

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