The Way You Look At Me - JEGULUS
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard," came the cheery voice of the conductor, Stan Shunpike, who blinked at Regulus with wide, startled eyes. "Blimey, mate, you look like-"
"The Potter's house," Regulus rasped, his voice hoarse and trembling. He shoved a handful of Sickles into Stan's hand before collapsing onto the nearest seat.
Stan stared for a moment but said nothing. The bus jolted into motion, sending Regulus sprawling against the window. He didn't care. The world outside blurred into streaks of color, and for the first time in hours, days, fucking weeks he allowed himself to breathe.
The pain throbbed with each beat of his heart, but he ignored it. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass, his gray eyes vacant as he stared at the night rushing past. The Potters. He was going to the Potters.
To Sirius.