Sinfully Yours, R.A.B.

01 September, 1972

Eleven year old Regulus Black wished he woke up to something more pleasant on his first day of Hogwarts than his older brother crushing his lungs.

The boy was laughing and yelling wildly but Regulus having just woke up didn't comprehend what he was saying. The laying boy attempted to push the bigger boy off of his stomach but he didn't budge.

Sirius Black was two months away from being thirteen as he started his second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His pitch black hair dangled in Regulus' face as Sirius sat on his chest. Unlike Sirius' wavy but practically curly black hair, Regulus' was wavy and practically straight.

There were dozens of other ways the brothers differed. Sirius had grey eyes while Regulus' were blue. They liked different activities and different music and different quidditch teams and even had two different food preferences. Most importantly Sirius Black and Regulus Black had two wildly different views on life, though through all of this they seemed to work their hardest to make their brotherhood work.

"Get off of me Sirius," Regulus groaned. His voice was high pitched and he was a small skinny boy. Hi thin arms tried to push off his older brother but the fleshy mess of pubescent boy above him just laughed.

Hopping off of his brothers bed Sirius readjusted his gorgeous conditioned locks on his head and looked at his brother with a lopsided grin. "Let's go Regulus, it's your first day at Hogwarts! Dromeda and Cissy are going to meet us at King's Cross," and then Sirius was bounding out of the room and down the main stairs of the Black estate.

Regulus tried not to sigh so loud as he rested his head back on his pillow. For an eleven year old he shouldn't have many worries about going to school and yet his head was swimming with heavy thoughts.

The idea of attending Hogwarts was always a pleasant thought as he was growing up. Everyone in his family attended and they were all proud Slytherins. Except for Sirius who had been sorted into Gryffindor the year before which had immediately caused problems within the family. That was scratching at the back of Regulus' neck. The feeling of impending doom of the sorting ceremony. Would he be a Gryffindor like his brother whom he looked up to?

Or would he be a Slytherin, fitting into his family's idea of him and live the life they wanted for him?

Regulus hated feeling indecisive. He wanted to makes his family proud but he didn't want to lose his relationship with Sirius or Andromeda who was also peeling away from the preset path for the children of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Regulus was rolling out of bed when a small winky house elf appeared at the end of his bed.

"Master Regulus," The house elf's hoarse voice was merely above a whisper. "Lady Walburga requests you be ready to depart to King's Cross Station within the hour." The elf grumbled every word as if everything in life made him angry and he was constantly eating sour candy.

"I will be. Thank you Kreacher," Regulus said as the boy began to slip his sleepwear off his body. The elf disappeared as Regulus dug around through his wardrobe looking for something well enough to be presented to his mother but casual enough for him to wear on the train before changing into his school robes.

There was a small mirror hanging on the wall by the end of Regulus' bed. He didn't like checking himself out. He wasn't displeased with his looks, plenty of people have told him even as a small boy that he would grow to be a very attractive man- much to Sirius' dismay, he adored being the pretty child. Today was different though, he stopped in the mirror to watch himself run his fingers through the top of his deep black hair. The mirror was foggy and old but Regulus' blue eyes shone and reflected in the mirror almost as if they were gorgeous ocean crystals.