Marauding About In Fifth Year

The Boy He Left.

The Boy He Left

With another crack the boy and the woman appeared facing a large lake. The lake seemed clean enough to swim and the moon was reflecting onto the lake's surface. he hadnt realised it was late enough for the moon to be shining. but there it was. in the sky surrounded by small stars.

He stared into the lake wondering what the purpose of being here was. He didn't know where he wanted to go, he didn't know where he was. But for some reason, he felt like this place was good. He would be safe here. He could possibly even be happy here. Even though he didn't know where here was. 

He turned to face the woman. She too was staring at the lake. She felt her stomach churn with anxiety for the boy. she didnt want to leave him but he would be safe here. 

'Where is this?' Sirius asked, turning around to face... wow.

At least three stories high and built up of brick. It was as wide as at least three buses and had symmetrically placed windows. The roof was grey and slatted with small turrets and chimneys pointing out. It was the biggest, best house he had ever seen. He was from one of the richest, noblest wizarding families in the country, but this house still looked a million dollars more expensive than his own. There was a large cobbled path up to the square just outside the front door. The middle of the square held a fabulous water fountain and the other side of the square held a tree each, both of which seemed to be the exact same. They both had every branch in seemingly the same place.

'Sirius,' shouted a boy as he ran down the cobbled path to the other boy. Sirius shook as he heard the voice. He recognised the voice but it still scared him.

Finally he could see the boy.

The scrawny git.

His favourite scrawny git.

It was James Potter of course. In a white top and golden snitch pj bottoms running towards him. The boys hair was jumping as he ran and when he finally stopped in front of the other boy, the hair flattened in a puffy mess. He had a smile on his pale lips and his pearly white teeth showing through his smile. That smile quickly faded as he looked at the boy.

It was his best friend in front of him. Battered and bruised. Tears stained on his cheeks and blood dried beneath his nose. His usually combed and done to perfection hair was frantic as though he hasn't brushed or washed it for days. Which definitely meant Sirius wasn't okay. His hair was Sirius' number one priority. He brushed it twice a day at least and it was washed with a thousand and one different products every morning.

'What happened?' James asked, trying to submit the fear he felt. He couldn't be scared for him right now. Sirius looked scared enough.

Behind James appeared an older couple. They both had kind eyes as they looked at the boy and professor.

The woman had a dainty dressing gown over her nightgown. She had wrinkles by her eyes and on her shoulder sat the hand of her husband. Her husband had the same look of concern James did and the same messy hair. At least Sirius knew where he got that from.

'Fleamont,' The older man said as Sirius jumped slightly and looked up at the man, 'Call me Charulus, its what all my friends call me,' he said ignoring the fear the boy had,

'Its late, off to bed you both,' The older woman said as Sirius looked at her confused, 'Sorry dear, you don't know me do you?' she said,

'Mum, Dad' James moaned looking at them, 'Come on we cant go to bed now,'

'To bed?' Sirius asked looking at James. He didn't have a clue what he was on about.

'You're staying here of course idiot. Come on I'll show you to the room mum made up,' he said as Sirius looked at him.

'You're serious?' Sirius asked as James smirked.

'No, you are,' he replied as Sirius smiled.

'Dear there's some clothes on your bed ready for you,' The older woman smiled,

'Thank you..' he stopped, he didn't even know her name. He was about to enter her house but didn't know her name. What a house guest he was.

'Her name is Euphemia,' James whispered as the older woman shoot round,

'James Fleamont Potter.' she barked as James cheeky smile faded, 'Call me Dora, dear,' her voice was soft again, 'Not Euphemia,' she scowled at the name.

'Thank you Dora,' Sirius whispered as James lead him into the house

Once the two boys were out of earshot, the couple turned to the woman who finally let a tear leave her eye. She looked sickly pale but kept a strong face.

'Who hurt the boy?' The other woman asked with concern so evident it was pratically written in block letters on her.

'His parents Dora,' she whispered as Dora took a deep breath and bit her tongue.

'Don't they have another boy? Is he okay as well?' Charulus asked as the woman shrugged slightly,

'We haven't heard from him, but from what we see in school, He is a avid supporter of their views,' The woman replied,

'Well if they're being hurt anyone could be an avid supporting,' Charulus said again,

'I've asked Dumbledore to send the ministry to get the boy. The minister refused. To the ministry, Regulus Black is completely happy, safe and compiling.' The woman said with a slight crack in her voice,

'Well the ministry are idiots then,' Dora barked as the other woman nodded slightly,

Dora was right. The Ministry were idiots. Regulus Black was far from safe in those four walls. He laid in his poster-bed, his cover pulled up over his head as he cried. The green covers were wet with tears and his black pillows were cold. He had never felt less happy. Less safe.

Crack.

The house elf arrived by the side of the boys bed

'Master don't cry, Master Regulus can't cry. Master Regulus should be happy, the filth is gone,' The house elf whispered as he waved his hand at the tea saucer next to the boy's bed.

'Kreacher, you will not tell a soul what I ordered of you to do tonight, is that clear. You go get Sirius' wand and school books and put them in his trunk. Then lock the trunk and give it to me and don't mention a word of it to mother or father. Clear' Regulus said pretending as though he never cried.

'Master Regulus, why?' Kreacher asked as Regulus frowned,

'Because I said so,' Regulus replied as Kreacher left, with the tea made on Regulus' bed.

Regulus took a shaky breath and turned to the photo that was sat face down on his bedside table. He picked it up and smiled at the pre-Hogwarts version of him and his brother. his stomach ached. He missed his brother. He missed when it was easier.