Good News!

The letter comes three weeks after Lupin is fired.

A crowd was gathered in the courtyard, everyone awaiting one specific owl.

Snape stands behind Regulus, his eyes emotionless as always, yet his posture anticipating.

Regulus barely notices the cluster of students around him. His gaze is fixed on the owl swooping down toward him, carrying a single letter sealed with Dumbledore’s wax crest.

The owl lands gracefully on the stone railing in front of him, and with a single twist of its head, it presents the letter.

Regulus hesitates for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing in on him. He takes the letter from the owl’s beak, feeling the cool, smooth parchment in his hands. His name is written across the front in Dumbledore’s neat handwriting.

Snape is standing just behind him, still and silent. Regulus doesn’t look at him, but he feels his presence like an invisible weight. Snape’s disinterest is usually his trademark, but now there’s something different; something bristling under the surface of his composure.

Regulus rips open the seal quickly, his heart thudding faster in his chest as he reads the words inside.

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘳. 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴,

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘔𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺,

𝘈𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘋𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦

Regulus’s heart pounds as he stares down at the letter, reading it once, twice, three times to be certain he isn’t imagining the words on the page. A flicker of astonishment, then elation, burns through him.

It’s not just the recognition; though he can’t deny how good it feels to see his abilities acknowledged, his worth noticed. It’s what this means. It’s the opportunity to finally speak to someone who might actually listen. Dumbledore is the only person he can imagine who might truly have the power to do something about the injustices haunting Regulus every time he closes his eyes.

The werewolves. The house elves. The inhumane cruelty of their world...

For weeks, memories have burrowed into his chest, each one sharper than the last, clawing at his resolve and his sense of self.

This letter... it’s not just a recognition of power. It’s a door. A chance to set it right.

Regulus lets out a shaky breath, his mind racing.

“Congratulations,” Snape drawls behind him, voice so even and controlled it’s impossible to tell what he’s really thinking.

"The wizard doesn’t waste time on just anyone. I trust you’ll rise to his expectations.”

Regulus turns to glance at him, finding Snape’s face as unreadable as ever, though his posture is stiff, arms crossed tightly. It doesn’t matter. Snape’s approval, or lack thereof, barely registers now.

“Thanks, Severus,” Regulus says shortly, clutching the letter in his hand like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever held. Without another word, he strides away from the courtyard, the edges of a rare smile tugging at his lips.

He doesn’t get far before someone collides with him, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Regulus!” a familiar voice yells, all breathless excitement.

James Potter materializes right in front of him, disheveled as always and grinning that perfectly gorgeous grin.

“You’ve done it! You’ve got a letter from Dumbledore!” he exclaims, practically vibrating with joy, as though the achievement were his own.

Before Regulus can respond, James pulls him into a bone-crushing hug.

Regulus stiffens instinctively, the mix of emotions swirling in his chest nearly overwhelming him. James’s approval, James’s attention... it’s everything he’s craved and everything he resents needing.

For a moment, Regulus allows himself to give in. He hugs James back, clutching the fabric of his robes tightly as though he might disappear.

The hug lasts longer than it probably should. Regulus isn’t sure if he’s the one holding on too long or if it’s James. It feels like forever, like something fragile and fleeting, and he hates how much it hurts when James finally pulls back.

Well, almost. They’re still awkwardly close, James’s hands still on his shoulders, his stupid grin softening into something warmer, something more sincere.

“I’m so proud of you,” James says quietly, and the words sink into Regulus’s chest like a soft knife. He wants to bottle them up, keep them forever.

Another familiar voice cuts through the moment.

“Are you two quite finished?”

Padfoot stands a few feet away, arms crossed, a teasing smirk on his face. His voice carries a lightness that’s been absent for weeks, and it’s enough to snap Regulus out of whatever spell James had cast over him.

Regulus steps back quickly, his face flushing. James doesn’t seem the least bit embarrassed, though. He claps Regulus on the shoulder one last time (leaving his hand there, comforting and familiar) and turns to Padfoot with an exaggerated bow.

“Just giving the love to my boy, Padfoot."

Love?!?!?

His boy?!?!?

Regulus would desperately need to be sterilized any second now.

“Right,” Padfoot says finally, rolling his eyes.

But then his gaze shifts, locking onto Regulus with an intensity that steals the breath from his lungs. They haven’t spoken since that night, since the fight, since Lupin’s firing, and now Padfoot is looking at him like he’s seeing him for the first time.

“Reggie,” Padfoot says softly, his voice catching slightly on the word. For a moment, he looks unsure, as though he’s searching for the right thing to say. Then, finally, he steps closer, his smirk fading into something gentler.

"I’m so proud of you.”

Regulus takes a sharp breath, holding onto the echo of Padfoot’s words. The walls he’s tried so hard to maintain crumble faster than he can stop them. He swipes at his face, furiously blinking back tears that betray him anyway. A lump rises in his throat, thick and suffocating, and before he knows it, the letter crumples in his fist as he presses his hands to his face.

Padfoot’s arms are around him in an instant.

“It’s okay, Reggie,” Padfoot says softly, his voice low and steady in a way Regulus hasn’t heard from him, "You’re okay.”

Regulus shakes his head, burying his face in Padfoot’s shoulder. He doesn’t know why he’s crying but he does know it's the first time he's cried in years.

Maybe it’s because, for the first time in so long, someone is proud of him, truly proud. Maybe it’s because it’s Padfoot, and no matter how much they’ve fought, no matter how much has been broken between them, and no matter how rough their relationship may have started... Padfoot is undeniably... Regulus's home.

“I hate you,” Regulus mumbles, his voice muffled in Padfoot’s robes.

Padfoot laughs, a warm, familiar sound that feels like a balm against all the wounds Regulus has been carrying.

"I know,” he replies, his hand moving to the back of Regulus’s head, cradling him like he’s something precious, "hate me all you want.”

James, still standing off to the side, is suspiciously quiet, though Regulus swears he hears him mutter something like, “cry babies” under his breath before taking his leave with a sly, knowing grin.

By the time Regulus pulls back, his face is red, and his emotions feel raw and exposed. But Padfoot doesn’t tease him, doesn’t say anything sharp or cutting or fake. Instead, he gives Regulus one of those rare, genuine smiles; the kind that reminds him why so many people worship the ground Padfoot walks on.

“Ready to face the dungeon bat? Last time before you're protege to Dumbledore himself!" Padfoot says, his tone light, though his eyes are still soft, searching Regulus’s face like he’s trying to make sure he’s okay.

Regulus snorts, the sound watery but genuine.

"Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The dungeon is cold, the air thick with the faint smell of damp stone and old parchment. Snape stands at the front of the room, his arms crossed, his usual sneer firmly in place as Padfoot and Regulus enter.

“You two are late,” Snape says coldly, "if either of you cared about discipline, you’d-"

“Save it, Snivellus,” Padfoot interrupts, slouching against the nearest desk with his trademark arrogance, "we're here, aren’t we? Consider yourself blessed.”

Snape’s lip curls, but he says nothing.

“Today, we’ll see if you’re finally capable of conjuring a proper Patronus, or if your talent has been overstated, Mr. Arcturus. Mr. Black, go ahead."

Padfoot takes out his wand and he closes his eyes, thinking of a moment. He smiles very briefly, before sadness overtakes his face again.

Lupin.

With a fluid motion, Padfoot summons his Patronus; a silver dog that moves gracefully across the room. It’s flawless in most ways, however it's smaller... sadder, than usual.

Snape, per usual, simply doesn't acknowledge Padfoot.

“Your turn Mr. Arcturus,” Snape says, his tone a challenge.

Regulus steps forward, his wand feeling heavier in his hand than it should. He’s tried this countless times before, and every failure is etched into his memory. But today feels different.

He closes his eyes, searching for the right memory. There’s one that stands out, bright and undeniable; a moment of warmth, of comfort, of love.

Padfoot’s arms around him, holding him tight, telling him he was proud. The world wasn’t cruel in that moment. The world was safe.

The memory blooms in his mind, and Regulus feels a spark deep in his chest, like a fire roaring to life.

“Expecto Patronum,” he whispers.

The magic surges through him, strong and sure, and when he opens his eyes, he gasps.

A great silver stag bursts from the tip of his wand, its antlers gleaming like moonlight. It’s massive, magnificent, its every movement elegant and powerful. The room is filled with its glow, and for a moment, it’s as though the cold dungeon has been transformed into something ethereal, something sacred.

Snape’s eyes widen, his normally cold demeanor breaking for a split second.

"Impossible,” he mutters under his breath, though the awe in his voice is unmistakable.

Padfoot, on the other hand, is grinning like an idiot.

“Bloody hell, Reggie,” he says, his voice filled with genuine amazement, "that's... Merlin, that's the best Patronus I’ve ever seen.”

The stag turns its head toward Regulus, its eyes meeting his for a moment before it dissolves into a mist of silver light. Regulus feels breathless, his chest tight with a mix of exhilaration and disbelief. He did it. He actually did it.

Snape clears his throat, his expression quickly returning to its usual scowl, though there’s still a flicker of something; approval; maybe astonishment.

“Adequate,” he says stiffly, though the word rings hollow in the wake of what they’ve just witnessed.

Padfoot steps forward, clapping a hand on Regulus’s shoulder.

"Adequate, my arse,” he says, his voice full of pride, "you were brilliant, Reggie.”

Regulus turns to look at his best friend (?), and for the first time in a long time, he allows himself to believe it. He was brilliant.
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Regulus set a time and date to meet Dumbledore.

Friday at the Ministry of Magic. Regulus would get there through a special floo fireplace in Diagon Alley.

James wouldn't shut up about this development.

“Did you hear?”

James Potter announces loudly in the Great Hall during breakfast, standing on the bench of the Gryffindor table like he’s delivering the news of the century.

"The man, the myth, the legend; Regulus Arcturus himself; has a meeting with Dumbledore! Not just a letter, not just some casual acknowledgment. A full-on, life-changing meeting at the Ministry of Magic! Give him a round of applause ladies and gents!"

Heads turn, whispers erupt, and Regulus, sitting at the Slytherin table, slouches lower in his seat, his ears burning.

“Potter!” he hisses, his voice sharp and biting as he glares at James from across the room.

"Could you be any louder? Or are you trying to announce it to the entire wizarding world?”

James, utterly unbothered, cups his hands around his mouth.

"Oh, you’re right, Reggie, I should have used the Sonorus charm! Everyone, listen up-"

“James Potter,” McGonagall cuts in, exasperated, charming him back down into his seat before he can cause any more of a scene.

But James doesn’t stop grinning, his attention entirely focused on Regulus.

If Regulus's heart aches that is for him and him only to know.

Later that evening, Regulus finds himself sitting in a quiet corner of the library. The day has been a whirlwind of whispers, congratulations, and far too many people asking if he’s nervous about meeting Dumbledore. He hasn’t had a moment to himself since breakfast.

He’s mid-way through a particularly dense book on defensive spells when he hears familiar voices approaching.

“Regulus?"

Regulus looks up to find Barty and Evan standing there, looking uncharacteristically serious. Barty, always full of mischief and chaos, is unusually subdued, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Evan shifts awkwardly on his feet, his calm composure replaced by something uncertain.

“Do you have a minute?” Evan asks softly.

Regulus raises an eyebrow, closing his book.

"Sure,” he says cautiously.

They sit across from him, and for a moment, no one speaks. It’s strange, unnerving, even, to see them so quiet. Barty fidgets with the sleeve of his robe, a nervous energy radiating off him.

Finally, Evan clears his throat.

"We… we wanted to talk to you,” he begins, his voice steady but laced with guilt, "about everything. About the last few months.”

Barty cuts in, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"We were awful to you, Regulus. We turned our backs on you when you needed us most, and... Merlin, I hate myself for it. I hate that we made you feel like you were alone.”

Regulus stiffens, his jaw tightening. He’s spent months trying to bury the hurt their rejection caused, trying to convince himself he didn’t care. Hearing them acknowledge it now feels like reopening a wound he thought had scarred over.

“We were scared,” Evan admits, his voice barely above a whisper, "not of you, but of… everything. Of what it meant if we stood by you. It was selfish, and it was cowardly, and I’m so, so sorry.”

“We love you, Regulus,” Barty says, his voice cracking slightly, "I know you hate hearing that... But we’re so proud of you. Of how far you’ve come. Of how strong you’ve been.”

Regulus doesn’t say anything for a long moment, his gaze flickering between them. He wants to stay angry, to hold onto the resentment that’s been festering in his chest for months. But looking at them now... at their earnestness, their regret... it’s hard to hold onto that anger.

“You hurt me,” he says finally, his voice quiet but firm, "I needed you, and you weren’t there.”

Barty’s eyes drop to the table, and Evan’s shoulders sag, the weight of Regulus’s words hitting them like a physical blow.

“I know,” Evan says, "and I’ll regret that for the rest of my life. But if you’ll let us, we want to make it right. We want to be here for you now. However you need us.”

For a long moment, Regulus says nothing. The silence feels heavy, the kind that should be unbearable. But then he exhales, leaning back in his chair with a small, almost imperceptible shrug.

“Fine,” he says, his voice clipped, but not unkind, "I forgive you. Just… don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Barty blinks, startled.

"Wait, just like that? You’re not going to hex us? Yell at us? You’re not going to make me grovel a bit more?”

Regulus rolls his eyes.

"Oh, don’t tempt me, Crouch. But no, I’m not going to hex you. Not today, anyway.”

Evan huffs a laugh, shaking his head, "You’re too generous, Regulus. We don’t deserve it.”

“No, you don’t,” Regulus agrees matter-of-factly, though there’s no malice in his tone, "but I don’t have the energy to stay angry with you. It’s exhausting.”

Barty beams at him, visibly relaxing for the first time since they’d approached him.

"Well, in that case, I’ll take it. I missed you, Regulus. You don’t have to admit it, but I know you missed me too.”

“I didn’t,” Regulus deadpans, though the corner of his mouth twitches in amusement.

Barty grins, the tension breaking like a dam. “So about a Mr. James Pott-"

Regulus freezes, his eyes snapping up from the page, "What about him?”

Evan arches an eyebrow, a sly smile creeping across his face.

"Well, it’s just-"

“No."

“Oh, come on,” Barty says, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin, "you're telling me there’s nothing there? Not even a little flutter in your cold, dead heart when he looks at you with those puppy-dog eyes?”

Regulus slams the book shut, the sound echoing in the quiet library.

"How’s Peter Pettigrew doing these days?” he snaps, fixing Barty with a pointed look.

Barty immediately leans back in his chair, his grin faltering.

"Touché,” he mutters, earning a laugh from Evan.

Regulus doesn’t respond, but his lips quirk upward ever so slightly. He glances down at his book, pretending to read, though the words blur together on the page. He won’t admit it... not to them, and certainly not to himself... but sitting here, teasing and laughing like old times, feels like a piece of his world slotting back into place.

Regulus walks back to his dorm, a very tiny smile traced upon his features. He opens the door, to find the room empty. Regulus sighs. He was really worried.

Padfoot, though immensely proud of Regulus, was otherwise absolutely miserable.

Padfoot had been skipping classes, skipping meals, and slipping away from the world in a way Regulus hadn’t seen him ever do. In a way he didn't know Padfoot could do.

Lupin was gone, and Padfoot was falling apart without him.

James was trying. Regulus could see that, even from a distance. James was Padfoot's rock, his lifeline, always there with a joke or a reassuring hand on his shoulder. But it wasn’t working. Not this time.

Because Padfoot doesn’t want James. He wants Remus Lupin.

Remus. The name alone made Regulus’s chest tighten. He’d really liked Lupin, truly. He'd never felt so inspired by another person before, and the rage towards Lupin's sacking still burned in Regulus's lungs with every breath he took.

The sound of the door opening startled Regulus out of his thoughts. He looked up to see James Potter striding in, his hair as messy as ever and his tie half undone like he’d just come from some chaotic Gryffindor escapade.

“There he is!” James declared, throwing his arms wide as if Regulus had been missing for weeks, "The man of the hour!”

Regulus raised an unimpressed eyebrow, though his entire heart swelled. This was getting ridiculous.

"Potter, do you ever walk into a room quietly?”

James smirked, dropping onto his bed and leaning back on his elbows.

"Not when there’s something worth celebrating, no. And you, Reggie, are very worth celebrating. Tomorrow’s the big day.”

Regulus let out a soft sigh, closing his book and setting it aside.

"You’re making a much bigger deal out of this than it is.”

“Oh, please," James said, waving a dismissive hand, "meeting the wizard at the Ministry is a huge deal. Not just for you, but for… well, for everyone. You’re doing something incredible, Regulus.”

Regulus looked down, his fingers playing with the edge of his robes.

"It’s not about being incredible. It’s about doing what needs to be done.”

“And that,” James said, pointing at him, “is exactly what makes it incredible. You don’t even see it, do you? How brave you are? How much of a difference you’re going to make?”

Regulus’s cheeks warmed, and he busied himself straightening his cuff.

"You’re insufferable, Potter.”

“True,” James agreed with a grin, sitting up, "but I’m also correct. And charming, and loving, and incredibly attractive."

Regulus rolled his eyes, though a small, reluctant smile tugged at his lips.

James stood, brushing imaginary dust off his trousers.

"Alright, Regulus, enough with the doom and gloom. Fancy a trip to the Astronomy Tower? The stars are supposed to be stunning tonight, and I... well I'm gonna miss you Regulus and I wanna hang out with you before you go."

Regulus’s face flushes, and for a brief moment, he’s caught off guard. It’s ridiculous, he knows, but James’s words are somehow making his chest feel tight.

“I’ll only be gone for one day, Potter,” Regulus says, his voice a bit sharper than intended as he stands up from his chair, willing the warmth in his face to subside, "It’s hardly a grand farewell.”

James tilts his head, eyes glinting with an expression that’s part amusement, part something softer.

"Still, it’s the principle of it. You don’t get many chances to look at the stars with someone who actually notices them, do you?”

Regulus' heart thuds against his ribs, louder than he’d like to admit. James is standing there, so close, and for a heartbeat, he forgets what he’s supposed to feel. He’s supposed to hate this. He’s supposed to push James away, keep his distance, mock him even. But instead, all he can do is stare, a little lost.

“You’re… unbelievable, Potter,” Regulus mutters, barely above a whisper. He should turn away, change the subject, retreat back into his usual cool, aloof self. But instead, his lips betray him, "Yeah, I’ll go with you. Astronomy Tower and all that.”

James’s grin stretches wider, "A man of few words. But I’ll take it.”

Regulus snorts, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

They leave the dormitory together and make their way toward the Astronomy Tower, a silence stretching between them that feels more companionable than awkward. When they reach the tower, James leads them to their spot near the edge, where the stars above shine like scattered diamonds in the dark sky.

The tower was silent save for the soft rustle of the wind as it swept through the stone walls. Regulus sat stiffly at first, his legs crossed and arms folded across his chest. James, on the other hand, had sprawled out next to him, leaning back on his palms as he gazed up at the stars with a serene expression.

Regulus watched him out of the corner of his eye, his chest tightening. The night sky stretched endlessly above them, vast and unrelenting, but James looked at it like it was a friend. Like there was nothing terrifying about it.

The silence stretched on, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… safe. Regulus wasn’t used to safe.

Regulus and James settled into a comfortable silence as they sat on the cold stone floor of the Astronomy Tower, their legs dangling over the edge. The vast expanse of sky above them stretched endlessly, stars blinking softly against the velvet black. The cool night air bit at their skin, but neither of them seemed to notice.

Regulus rested his arms on his knees, his gaze fixed on the stars, though he wasn’t really seeing them. His thoughts swirled, his chest tight with the weight of everything he wanted to say but couldn’t quite bring himself to. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; not with James. But it was heavy, charged with unspoken words.

After what felt like an eternity, Regulus broke the stillness.

“You know,” he began quietly, his voice almost lost to the breeze, “being around you… it’s strange.”

James glanced at him, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“Strange? I’m not sure how to feel about that.”

Regulus huffed a small laugh, shaking his head.

"Not like that, Potter. It’s just… I’ve spent so long building walls. Around everyone. Around myself. But when I’m with you…” He paused, the words catching in his throat. His voice softened, almost vulnerable, “When I’m with you, I feel like… like maybe I don’t have to.”

James didn’t say anything at first, just watched him, his hazel eyes warm and unwavering. Then, after a moment, he said, “You don’t. You don’t have to keep them up with me, Regulus. You can let them down. All of them.”

"Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do. I would... I would do anything for you."

Regulus stared at him, his breath caught in his throat. He felt raw, exposed, like James was peeling back every layer he’d spent years building up. And yet, for once, he wasn’t afraid.

“Anything?” he asked, a small, almost teasing lilt in his voice.

“Anything,” James said firmly, his grin softening into something warmer.

Regulus’s heart thundered in his chest as James’s words hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. James wasn’t teasing, wasn’t joking; he never seemed to joke when it came to this. To them. There was an honesty in his hazel eyes that left Regulus breathless, like the ground had been swept out from beneath him.

For a moment, Regulus tried to look away, to summon that cold indifference he was so used to wearing like armor. But he couldn’t. Not when James was looking at him like that; like Regulus was something brilliant, something worth waiting for. His hand twitched at his side, like it was itching to reach for James but didn’t quite dare.

The silence between them stretched again, but this time it felt different. It wasn’t heavy or uncertain. It was a question. An invitation.

Regulus drew in a sharp breath. And then, before he could overthink it, before he could stop himself, he leaned forward.

Their lips met softly at first, hesitant and searching. Regulus felt like he might shatter. His heart was beating so fast, too fast, and every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. James’s lips were warm, soft, and just a little bit chapped, but it was perfect. So perfect it scared him.

James froze for the briefest moment, as if caught off guard, but then his hand came up, cupping the side of Regulus’s face with a tenderness that made Regulus’s chest ache. James leaned into the kiss, deepening it just enough to make Regulus feel like he might melt into the stars above them. His other hand found Regulus’s, their fingers tangling together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Regulus’s mind was spinning, his walls crumbling faster than he could keep track of. But for once, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the fear or the doubt or the voice in the back of his mind that always told him to pull away. All he cared about was James.

James, who was kissing him like he had all the time in the world; like nothing else mattered.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard, their foreheads resting together as they tried to steady themselves. Regulus’s cheeks were flushed, his grey eyes wide and searching as they met James’s.

James grinned, that damnable, brilliant grin that somehow made Regulus want to laugh and cry all at once.

"So,” he said softly, his voice tinged with amusement, “was that strange, too?”

Regulus let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head.

“You’re unbelievable, Potter.”

“True,” James said, still grinning, “but you like it.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, though a small, reluctant smile tugged at his lips.

The conversation slowed to a standstill, as words became increasingly unnecessary. The air between them was charged with something deep and unspoken, a tension that had nothing to do with expectation but everything to do with the connection they had just begun to explore.

Regulus found his breath ragged as he leaned in again, this time with less hesitation, more certainty. His lips met James’s with a quiet urgency, a silent agreement that they were no longer interested in words; only in the feeling of each other.

James responded without hesitation, his hands drifting to Regulus’s back, pulling him closer as if they’d always been meant to be this way. The world outside the tower, outside the Hogwarts walls, faded away, and all that mattered was the warmth of James’s skin, the taste of his kiss, the way they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

For a while, they kissed in silence, a rhythm that was entirely their own. Regulus’s mind was still spinning, but in the best way possible. His chest felt tight with something he couldn’t quite name, something that left him feeling both exposed and free. It was strange. Beautifully strange.

Eventually, though, the weight of the silence became too much to bear. Regulus pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his hand still resting on James’s cheek. He had to say something. His voice was hoarse as he spoke.

“I…” he started, his voice soft and raw. He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to meet James’s warm, unwavering gaze. "I don’t… I don’t want to do more than this. Just kissing.”

James blinked, momentarily surprised, before a soft, understanding smile spread across his face. He nodded, his brown eyes filled with nothing but affection.

“That’s perfectly alright,” James said, his voice gentle and sincere, "I promise. That is enough. You’re enough.”

The words hit Regulus harder than he expected. There was no disappointment in James’s expression, no frustration or expectation. Just... love. Pure and unyielding love; it made Regulus’s chest ache in a way that was almost unbearable.

James leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Regulus’s forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back just enough to look at him again.

"You don’t have to explain anything, Regulus. I’m just… I’m just happy to be here. With you.”

Regulus felt the tight knot in his chest begin to loosen. He nodded, swallowing hard as a small, tentative smile crept onto his lips.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

James’s grin returned, brighter than the stars above them, "Always, Regulus.”

Regulus exhaled slowly, relief washing over him in a wave. He gave James a small, grateful nod, and James didn’t press any further. The conversation ended there, as quickly as it had begun, and Regulus was thankful for that. When regarding Regulus, James always seemed to know when to let things be.

And just like that, they fell into each other again, their lips meeting in a kiss that was somehow both gentle and passionate. There was no rush, no pressure, just the quiet, steady rhythm they’d found together.

Regulus let himself get lost in it, his fingers tangling in James’s hair as James’s hands rested lightly on his waist, holding him close but never too tight.

They did stop eventually, and James’s arms slid around Regulus, pulling him into an embrace that felt as safe and steady as the earth beneath them. Regulus let himself sink into it, his head resting on James’s shoulder as James held him close. For the first time in what felt like forever, Regulus didn’t feel like he had to keep his guard up. He didn’t feel like he had to run or fight or hide. He just… was.

James’s voice broke the silence, barely more than a whisper. “Is this real?”

Regulus pulled back just enough to look at him, his heart thudding in his chest as he took in the vulnerability in James’s eyes. He didn’t hesitate this time. His voice was soft but steady as he answered.

“It’s real,” he said. He took a deep breath, before adding, "My feelings… they’re real.”

James’s lips twitched into a small, disbelieving smile, like he’d been handed something precious and was still trying to figure out how to hold it. His brown eyes searched Regulus’s face, as though trying to commit every detail to memory.

“Say it again,” James murmured, his voice soft and full of wonder.

Regulus’s cheeks flushed, and he averted his gaze, a nervous laugh escaping him, "You’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” James said, his grin widening, “but humor me.”

Regulus glanced at him, caught in those warm, hopeful eyes, and the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

"My feelings are real. For you, Potter. They’ve been real for a long time.”

James inhaled sharply, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. Regulus braced himself for… he didn’t know what. A joke, maybe. A casual quip to diffuse the tension. But James didn’t laugh. He didn’t tease. Instead, he reached out, gently taking Regulus’s hand in his own.

“I know I joke around a lot,” James said quietly, as if he could read Regulus's thoughts, his thumb brushing over Regulus’s knuckles, “but this? Us? I’d never joke about this. About you.”

Regulus’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest.

“You’re… infuriatingly earnest, you know that?”

James chuckled, his smile softening, "And you’re infuriatingly stubborn. I guess we balance each other out.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirked up into a faint smile. He let himself lean into James’s touch, their fingers intertwined, and for a moment, the rest of the world didn’t matter.

James hesitated, his usual confidence wavering as he stared down at their intertwined hands. His thumb moved in slow circles over Regulus’s knuckles, but his grin had faded, replaced with a look of uncertainty that Regulus had never seen before. It made his chest tighten.

“Regulus,” James started softly, his voice uncharacteristically unsure, “do you think… I mean, when you get back from meeting with Dumbledore, do you think this… us… could actually be a thing? Like a... an established... true... thing?”

Regulus blinked, caught off guard by the vulnerability in James’s question. For a moment, all he could do was stare at him, the words sinking in. James Potter, the boy who always seemed so sure of himself, who wore his heart on his sleeve with reckless abandon, looked afraid. It was subtle, barely there, but it was enough to make Regulus’s chest ache.

“Of course it can,” Regulus said without hesitation, his voice firmer than he expected. He gave James’s hand a gentle squeeze, trying to convey through touch what he struggled to put into words, "Why wouldn’t it be?”

James let out a shaky laugh, his free hand raking through his messy hair.

"I don’t know, Reg. I mean, I know how I feel... Merlin, I’ve known for ages... but you… you’re harder to read. You’re good at keeping things close to your chest, and I just… I don’t want to get this wrong. I don’t want to push you into something you’re not sure about.”

Regulus’s heart twisted, the sincerity in James’s words threatening to undo him. He had spent so long building walls, keeping everyone at arm’s length, convincing himself it was safer that way. But now, looking at James; looking at the boy who had somehow burrowed his way into his heart despite all of his efforts to keep him out, Regulus realized he didn’t want to hide anymore. Not from him.

“I’m sure, James,” he said quietly, his voice soft but steady. He took a deep breath, willing himself to let the walls fall, just this once.

"I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

James’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“Really?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, "You’re sure?”

Regulus let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Yes, James, I’m sure. I wouldn’t be here with you if I wasn’t.”

James opened his mouth, like he was about to say something, but Regulus cut him off before he could doubt himself again. His grey eyes met James’s brown ones, his gaze unwavering.

“There’s nothing I want more than this,” Regulus said, his voice raw and honest in a way that surprised even himself, "Than you. Us. Whatever this is... whatever it becomes... I want it. I want you. So badly."

For the first time, James was speechless. He stared at Regulus, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and awe, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Slowly, a grin began to spread across his face, but it wasn’t his usual cocky smirk. It was softer, warmer, filled with a kind of joy that made Regulus’s chest feel impossibly light.

“I’m serious, you know,” Regulus said quietly, his voice a little more brittle now, "I-"

James surged forward before Regulus could finish, his lips brushing against his in a kiss that was far less hesitant than before. It was full of certainty, of something steady and unshakable. Regulus’s breath hitched, and any remaining doubt he had melted into the warmth of James’s touch.

When they finally broke apart, James rested his forehead against Regulus’s, his grin returning in full force, impossibly bright.

“I know you’re serious,” James murmured, his voice low and full of conviction, "and for the record, so am I.”

Regulus’s cheeks flushed, and he looked away, but James wouldn’t let him retreat. He gently nudged Regulus’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze again. There was no teasing now, no playful smirk... just an openness, a sincerity that made Regulus’s heart stutter in his chest.

“I’m all in, Regulus,” James said softly, "whatever this is, wherever it goes. I don’t care how long it takes, or how messy it gets. I’m not going anywhere.”

The words struck something deep within Regulus, something he hadn’t even realized was still tender. He stared at James, his grey eyes wide and searching, as if trying to find the catch, the flaw in this moment. But there wasn’t one. There was only James; steadfast and unshaken, like he always was.

For a while, they just sat there, the silence wrapping around them like a warm blanket. The night was cool and quiet, the stars above them twinkling like tiny beacons of hope. Regulus leaned his head on James’s shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and for the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to simply exist. No walls, no pretenses. Just him and James and the vast, endless, starry, sky.

“James?” Regulus said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” James turned to look at him, his brown eyes alight with curiosity and warmth.

Regulus hesitated, the words caught on the tip of his tongue. But then he remembered James’s earlier promise; Regulus didn’t have to keep his walls up anymore. So he took a deep breath, and he let them fall.

"It will... probably take time... but... truly, James, I think..." he took another deep breath, and finally, just let himself say it, "I think I could fall in love with you... in time."

James’s grin softened into a warm, tender smile. He squeezed Regulus’s hand gently, his gaze steady and unwavering.

"Take your time, Regulus. I’m not going anywhere.”

Regulus’s chest tightened, but this time, it wasn’t fear or doubt. It was something warmer, something that felt a lot like hope.

“Good,” he said softly, leaning his head against James’s shoulder, "because I think I’d like you to stay.”

Regulus and James remained in the Astronomy Tower, their quiet conversation flowing in and out of stolen kisses. The hours passed slowly and beautifully.

They talked about anything and everything; Quidditch, the stars above them, Regulus's meeting with Dumbledore, and the little things about each other that made them smile. Regulus found himself laughing softly at James’s endless anecdotes, his chest growing lighter with every passing moment.

By the time they decided to head back to the dormitory, the castle was completely silent, the halls dark and deserted. When they reached the dormitory, Padfoot was already sprawled on his bed, writhing in his sleep in discomfort.

The sight made Regulus’s lips curve down, his heart breaking. Padfoot couldn't find peace, even in his sleep.

James, however, didn’t seem nearly as concerned about Padfoot. With a quick glance at Regulus, he smirked and strode toward Regulus’s bed like he belonged there.

“What are you doing?” Regulus whispered sharply, trying not to wake Padfoot.

James didn’t answer. He simply kicked off his shoes, tossed his glasses onto the nearby nightstand, and flopped onto Regulus’s bed with a grin that could only be described as smug.

"Getting comfortable.”

Regulus crossed his arms, raising an unimpressed brow.

"You can’t seriously think you’re sleeping in my bed.”

James stretched out dramatically, hands behind his head.

"Why not? Seems cozy to me.”

"Padfoot is right there, James. He’s going to see us.”

“So what if he does?” James said, cutting him off before he could get into a proper spiral.

He propped himself up on one elbow, looking up at Regulus with a mixture of amusement and something softer.

"I don’t care, Regulus. Let him see. Let the whole bloody school see.”

Regulus groaned softly, rubbing his temple, but a small, unwilling smile tugged at his lips. Of course James wouldn’t care. Of course he’d be entirely unbothered by the risk of being caught, of having to deal with Padfoot's inevitable barrage of questions.

Still, as much as Regulus wanted to argue, he couldn’t bring himself to push James out. Instead, with a resigned sigh, he took off his own shoes and climbed into the bed beside him.

"I despise you,” he muttered under his breath as he pulled the blanket over them.

James grinned, pulling Regulus close like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"And yet, here you are.”

“You’re going to regret this in the morning,” Regulus murmured, his voice muffled against James’s shirt.

“Doubt it,” James replied easily, his hand sliding up to tangle in Regulus’s hair.

"Go to sleep, Regulus."

Regulus huffed softly but didn’t argue. He let his eyes close, his body relaxing against James’s warmth. For once, he didn’t feel the need to overthink or keep his guard up. James was here, solid and steady, and for the first time in a long time, Regulus allowed himself to simply trust that it would be enough.

As they drifted off to sleep, Padfoot muttered something unintelligible in his sleep and shifted on his own bed. James didn’t even flinch, but Regulus froze completely.

Regulus would miss James like crazy tomorrow... but Padfoot? That would be a different level of missing. Regulus... Regulus couldn't go to meet Dumbledore without Padfoot. He just couldn't.

So he wouldn't.
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The morning sunlight filtered through the dormitory windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Regulus stirred first, blinking blearily as he registered the weight of an arm slung over his waist. For a fleeting moment, he tensed, but then the memories of last night came rushing back, and he relaxed into the warmth of James curled around him.

“Morning, lovebirds,” came Padfoot’s voice, low and raspy with sleep but unmistakably laced with mischief.

Regulus’s head snapped up, and sure enough, Padfoot was propped up on his elbow in his bed, a smug grin plastered across his face. His hair stuck up in all directions, and his blanket was half on the floor, but he looked far too pleased with himself for someone who had clearly just woken up.

“Don’t,” Regulus warned, his voice sharp but quiet as he tried not to wake anyone else.

“Don’t what?” Padfoot asked innocently, his grin widening, "Acknowledge the fact that James is in your bed? With his arm around you? And you look perfectly happy about it?”

Regulus groaned, burying his face in the pillow, which only made Padfoot chuckle.

James, for his part, merely yawned and stretched, entirely unbothered by the exchange.

"Morning, Pads,” he said cheerfully, ruffling his already messy hair before planting a quick kiss on Regulus’s temple.

“Morning,” Padfoot said, smirking at the casual display of affection, "Sleep well, Prongs?”

“Like a baby,” James replied, grinning as he rolled out of bed.

He leaned down to press a proper kiss to Regulus’s lips, lingering just long enough to make Padfoot whistle dramatically.

“I’ll be back to see you off,” James murmured softly, his brown eyes warm as they locked onto Regulus’s grey ones.

Regulus nodded, his throat too tight with emotion to say much. He watched James grab his glasses and head for the showers, his heart doing an embarrassing little flip at the sight of him.

The second the door closed behind James, Padfoot turned to Regulus with a shit-eating grin.

"Finally."

“Don’t start."

"Oh I'm gonna start!" Padfoot squealed, “And I'm absolutely gonna ask if you’re dating!"

Regulus finally lifted his head, shooting his rommate an exhausted glare, "Shut up, Padfoot.”

Padfoot just laughed, entirely undeterred.

"Oh, come on, Reg. You can’t just drop that on me and expect me to keep my mouth shut. So? Are you?”

“Am I what?” Regulus asked, though he knew exactly where this was going.

“Dating, you idiot,” Padfoot said, rolling his eyes, "You and James. Is it official?”

Regulus hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands.

"I don’t know,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, "Not… exactly?”

That seemed to be the wrong answer because Padfoot’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant.

His face twisted in anger, betrayal, and disbelief. He shot up from his bed, cupping his hands around his mouth as he bellowed, “Prongs! Get your arse back in here right this instant!"

Regulus shot to his feet, panic flooding his chest as he lunged at Padfoot.

"What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m handling it,” Padfoot said, dodging Regulus easily, "You’re welcome, by the way.”

“What is wrong with you?!” Regulus hissed, trying to grab at Padfoot’s arm, but it was too late.

James reappeared in the doorway, looking thoroughly confused.

"What’s going on?” he asked, glancing between the two boys.

Padfoot didn’t hesitate. He pointed an accusatory finger at James and said, “You need to make it official with Regulus. Now.”

Regulus's eyes widened as he face palmed, and James blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"I… I thought I did make it clear? Last night? I literally said I-"

“Yeah, well, clearly you didn’t make it clear enough because Regulus isn’t sure. And if he’s not sure, you have about ten seconds to fix that before I throw you out the bloody window.”

Regulus peeked out from behind his hands, his face flushing as he met James’s gaze.

"I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice laced with guilt, "I didn’t mean to make you think you hadn’t done enough. Padfoot’s just-"

“No, Padfoot’s right,” James interrupted firmly, his eyes still locked on Regulus, "He’s completely right. You shouldn’t have to wonder where we stand, not for a second. You deserve absolute certainty, Regulus. Clarity. Respect. And if I didn’t make that clear before, then that’s on me.”

Regulus stared at him, his chest tightening with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. He wanted to argue, to insist that James didn’t need to apologize, but the look in James’s eyes stopped him. There was no hesitation, no doubt... just the same unwavering warmth and sincerity that had drawn Regulus to him in the first place.

James stepped closer, his voice softening as he said, “Regulus Arcturus, I’m yours. Fully, completely, unequivocally. If you’ll have me, I want to be yours, too. Officially. Publicly. No question about it.”

Regulus felt his cheeks flush, but he couldn’t stop the small, shaky smile that tugged at his lips.

"You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, though there was no heat behind the words.

“Is that a yes?” James asked, his grin returning in full force.

Regulus rolled his eyes, but the smile didn’t leave his face, "It's a-"

"It's a yes!" Padfoot exclaimed.

“Brilliant,” James said, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to Regulus’s lips. James pulled back with a boyish grin, clearly pleased with himself. Regulus, however, was bright red, his cheeks practically glowing as he glared at both James and Padfoot.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Regulus muttered, leaning back and pointing toward the door, "James, you’ve had your fun. You can leave now.”

James blinked at him, a mock look of betrayal crossing his face.

"Leave? I thought we just established that I’m your boyfriend now.”

Regulus groaned, running a hand down his face, "Yes, but the insufferable Padfoot is still here, and I’d like five minutes of peace before he drives me absolutely mad.”

Pardfoot's jaw dropped and James let out an amused chuckle. He leaned down, planting a quick kiss on Regulus’s temple just to make him groan again.

"Fine, fine. I’ll see you at breakfast, love.”

Regulus shoved him lightly toward the door, muttering, "Get out before I hex you.”

James chuckled but finally made his exit, leaving the room quieter but somehow infinitely more tense. The moment the door clicked shut, Padfoot pounced.

“Okay!” Padfoot exclaimed, clapping his hands together as he sat cross-legged on his bed, “Spill. I want everything. How did this happen? Why was he in your bed? How far did-"

"Shut up Padfoo-"

“Absolutely not. This is the most exciting thing to happen in weeks-"

"I'm literally meeting with the Wizard today?"

Padfoot froze mid-sentence, his mouth still open as if ready to launch another barrage of questions. Then, as if someone had flipped a switch, his expression shifted. The teasing light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something quieter and more serious.

“Right,” he said softly, almost to himself, "You’re meeting with the wizard today.”

Regulus nodded, sitting back down on the edge of his bed. His hands found their way to his lap, fingers twisting together as the weight of the day settled back over him. The joking, the banter... it had been a momentary reprieve, but now reality came rushing back like cold water.

Padfoot swung his legs off his bed and crossed the small space between them. He sat beside Regulus, close enough that their shoulders brushed, and nudged him gently.

“Hey,” Padfoot said, his voice softer now, "You know... I’m proud of you, right? I know I've told you already but... god Reggie. I'm so damn proud."

Regulus didn’t look up, but his hands stilled for a moment.

“And,” Padfoot continued, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “I wish I could go with you. I’d be there in a heartbeat if I could.”

Regulus finally lifted his head, glancing at his rommate through the fringe of his dark hair. The sincerity in Padfoot’s face was almost too much to bear.

“I know,” Regulus said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

They sat in silence for a moment, the sounds of the waking dormitory muffled behind the closed door. Somewhere down the hall, someone laughed, the carefree sound incongruous with the heaviness that had settled in their little corner of the world.

Padfoot nudged him again, more gently this time, "You’re going to be okay, you know. You’ve got this.”

Regulus swallowed hard, his throat tight. He let the words settle over him, let them sink into the cracks where his doubt and fear lived. He wasn’t sure he believed them, not entirely, but he wanted to. He wanted to believe that Padfoot was right, that he could do this, that he could face what was coming.

After a long pause, Regulus murmured, “…Yeah.”

Padfoot didn’t push for more. He didn’t need to. Instead, he reached out and gave Regulus’s shoulder a firm squeeze, a silent promise that no matter what, he wasn’t alone.

Regulus once again, knew that he needed to take Padfoot with him to Diagon Alley.

So why couldn't he find the words to ask?
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The Great Hall was a hive of activity that morning, but to Regulus, it felt like he was moving in slow motion. Breakfast was a blur, his nerves a constant undercurrent, though James’s unwavering enthusiasm cut through some of the tension. He was once again, yelling from tabletops.

“Can you believe it?!” James bellowed, “Regulus is meeting the Wizard today! Our Regulus! The bravest, most brilliant wizard to ever grace Hogwarts!”

Regulus groaned, dragging a hand down his face as the hall erupted in cheers and applause. Even the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were joining in, clapping and grinning like they were personally invested in his success.

“James, for Merlin’s sake, sit down,” Regulus yelled, his face burning. But James just laughed, sitting down only after giving a theatrical bow.

From across the hall, Snape’s dark eyes locked onto Regulus’s, the smallest flicker of approval glinting in their depths. It was subtle, barely a shift in his otherwise stony demeanor, but Regulus caught it instantly. For a moment, the cacophony of the Great Hall seemed to fade, the clinking of goblets and the hum of chatter falling away as that silent acknowledgment passed between them.

Regulus inclined his head in a slight nod, his movements measured, deliberate. He wasn’t sure why it still mattered... why he still mattered... but he did.

Despite everything... the sharp words, the cryptic lessons, the cold demeanor, there was something unshakable in the connection between them. Snape had been the first, perhaps the only, person to ever see what Regulus had dared to hope was there: potential. Greatness. Power.

For that, despite all the bitterness, all the tangled webs of loyalty and resentment, Regulus was grateful. Eternally so. Snape had been the first to tell him he could be something more; that he already was something more, if only he’d let himself believe it. The words hadn’t been kind; they hadn’t been offered with warmth or tenderness. But they’d been honest, and that honesty had mattered more than any hollow praise or empty compliment.

Even now, as the distance between them stretched like an unspoken chasm, Regulus felt the weight of that moment. He didn’t need words, didn’t need a gesture beyond that fleeting look of approval. It was enough. It always had been. Regulus once again nodded at Snape, and Snape nodded back.

Breakfast passed quickly after that, though Regulus barely ate a thing. He pushed scrambled eggs around his plate, occasionally lifting his goblet for a sip of pumpkin juice but finding it hard to focus on anything beyond the swirling anxiety in his chest.

When it was finally time to leave, Regulus wasn’t prepared for what awaited him. The entire student body seemed to have gathered in the entrance hall, chattering and bustling with energy. Word had spread quickly (as it does when your two biggest supporters are James Potter and Padfoot) and now it seemed like half the school was determined to see him off.

“What… is this?” Regulus asked, his voice barely audible over the noise.

“Your fan club,” Padfoot said, smirking as he clapped him on the shoulder, “Get used to it, Reggie. You’re kind of a big deal now.”

James grinned, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he slung an arm around Regulus, "Told you everyone’s proud of you. And, in case you missed it, I’m the president of this fan club.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t fight the small, reluctant smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t know whether to feel mortified or oddly touched by the show of support.

The walk to the grand fireplace in the common area felt like a parade. Students lined the hallways, waving and cheering as Regulus passed. He felt heat rising in his cheeks, but he kept his chin high, letting himself soak in the moment despite his nerves. He’d spent so much of his life in the background, his existence a quiet shadow of what it could be. But today, he wasn’t a shadow. Today, he was someone worth cheering for.

As Regulus walked through the crowd, head held high despite the nerves bubbling in his chest, he caught snippets of the conversations swirling around him. Most of them were cheerful and encouraging—shouts of “Good luck, Regulus!” and “You’ll do great!” echoed through the hall.

But then, somewhere off to his left, he heard a voice that made his stomach twist.

“This is the biggest thing since Lupin was sacked,” someone sneered, their tone dripping with disdain, "Still can't believe they ever let him in. A werewolf teaching at Hogwarts. Disgusting.”

“Should’ve happened ages ago,” another voice chimed in, their words venomous.

"What were they thinking, letting someone like that around kids? It’s no wonder he’s gone.”

The words hit Regulus like a physical blow, his steps faltering as anger surged through him. He froze in place, his chest tightening as the crowd around him blurred into meaningless noise.

James stopped too, noticing the sudden change in Regulus’s demeanor. "Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

But then James heard it too. Those same cruel words drifting through the air like poison. His expression darkened immediately, his jaw clenching as he scanned the crowd for the source.

“Who said that?” James demanded, his voice sharp and cutting through the chatter like a blade. The students nearby fell silent, their eyes widening as James’s usual playful demeanor disappeared, replaced by something far more serious.

Regulus didn’t wait for James to act. He stepped forward, his voice cold and steady as he addressed the room.

"Professor Lupin was one of the kindest, most brilliant people to ever teach at this school,” he said, his grey eyes hard as steel, “He deserved better than your small-minded ignorance.”

The students around him shifted uncomfortably, some looking down at their feet, others glancing at each other nervously. Regulus could feel the weight of their stares, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t doing this for them. He was doing it for Remus, for Kreacher, for himself.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay composed even as the anger simmered beneath the surface. This. This was why he was going to meet Dumbledore. Not just for Remus, though he certainly deserved better than the treatment he’d received. Not just for Kreacher, who had been loyal to him despite years of mistreatment. But for himself; for the boy who had spent so long trapped in a web of expectations and fear, who had finally decided he deserved a future worth fighting for.

“Lupin wasn’t disgusting,” James said, his voice ringing with conviction as he stood beside Regulus, "He was a better person than any of you who think otherwise. And if you have a problem with him, you have a problem with me.”

“And me,” Regulus added, his voice quiet but firm. He glanced at James, and for a moment, their eyes met, a shared determination passing between them.

As James and Regulus stood side by side, their words hanging in the air like an unbroken chord, the crowd’s energy shifted. Whispers turned to murmurs, and then to pointed stares. The support that had carried Regulus through the hallways moments before was gone, replaced by a wave of discomfort and judgment, just as Regulus always had following him.

A few students openly frowned, their gazes sharp with disgust, while others exchanged uncertain glances. The tension was palpable, their disapproval cutting like a blade, and for a moment, Regulus felt the weight of it pressing down on him.

But then, almost in unison, the crowd turned, their eyes landing on Padfoot, their hero, the one person they still trusted to lead them, to guide them, to say what they were too cowardly to admit. If anyone could restore order to the chaos, it was him. All eyes locked on him, their collective anticipation thick and suffocating, waiting for him to cast judgment.

Padfoot stepped forward, his presence commanding as always. But there was something different about him now; something heavier, more resolute. He raised his hands, calling for silence, and the crowd obeyed almost instantly.

Padfoot took a deep breath, mustered up all his Gryffindor bravery, and then announced, "For years, you’ve all known me as Padfoot. It’s been my name, my identity, the way I’ve defined myself. But Remus Lupin called me by my real name. Remus Lupin always saw me for who I was, not the mask I wore. So from this moment on, I’m not Padfoot anymore. I’m Sirius. Because if there’s one thing Remus taught me, it’s that being yourself; fully, unapologetically yourself... is the bravest thing you can do.”

The moment Sirius finished speaking, the silence hung in the air for a beat, before the crowd erupted into cheers. The students, who had been eyeing James and Regulus with a mixture of disdain and discomfort, now turned their adoration on Sirius.

They clapped, they whooped, they cheered his name.

“Sirius! Sirius!” echoed through the hall, and even the more hesitant students, those who had still been unsure about siding with Regulus and James, found themselves swept up in the momentum. The applause was overwhelming, almost suffocating, but Sirius stood tall, his chest puffed out, a proud smile stretching across his face.

Regulus exchanged a glance with James, the two of them struggling to stifle the laughter bubbling up inside them. There was something so unmistakably Sirius about the way he had declared his new identity. Dramatic, a bit too theatrical, and yet somehow… exactly what everyone needed to hear.

Regulus rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small, reluctant smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. The performance was a bit much, but Sirius had always been that way; too big, too loud, too everything. He would have laughed if it wasn’t so obvious how much his words had meant to him, to all of them.

Internally, Regulus couldn’t help but feel a surge of respect, even if the execution had been a bit over the top. He knew that Sirius didn’t do this for the show, not entirely. He knew that Sirius was performative and a bit detached but... beneath all the bravado, beneath all the theatrics, there was a sincerity in his actions that couldn’t be ignored.

Sirius had just publicly chosen to be the person he was always meant to be, and in that moment, there was no pretending. Regulus could see the weight of it on him; the weight of the decision, of claiming his truth, and of standing for something that was far more than just the latest performance. It wasn’t perfect, but it was genuine. And it was the smallest step that Sirius had taken in genuinely attempting to fight for Remus... for Kreacher, for Regulus.

And for that, Regulus couldn’t help but give him the tiniest bit of credit. Even if it was ridiculous.

"Such braverism!" A student yells. Regulus sighs.

“Alright, alright, settle down,” James chuckled, his voice light as he clapped Sirius on the back, a mischievous grin on his face, "We get it, you’re brave, you’re bold, you’re a bloody hero. Can we move on now?”

Sirius blinked, the weight of the moment still pressing on him as the room’s applause for him started to die down. His usual mischievous grin faltered, replaced by something softer; more vulnerable.

As he turned, his eyes caught Regulus’s again, and a flicker of understanding passed between them; quiet, but undeniable. The flash of green light that suddenly flared from the fire snapped him back into the present. The familiar warmth of the Floo Network tugged at his insides, and Regulus’s heart clenched in anticipation. It was time.

James clapped him on the back with a grin, the kind that made Regulus want to roll his eyes, but also smile.

"Go show them what you’re made of,” James said, his voice softer than usual, his usual sarcasm replaced with something warmer. Then, before Regulus could react, James leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

It wasn’t long, just a brief, tender brush of lips, soft and hesitant, but it sent a bolt of heat through Regulus’s chest. The hesitation that had briefly clouded his mind melted away, his nerves now a whirling storm inside him.

When the kiss broke, James quickly pulled back with a sheepish grin, and Regulus felt himself smile too, the warmth of the moment flooding through him.

“You’ve got this, Reg. I believe in you,” James murmured, his tone lighter now, the weight of the moment evaporating like steam.

Regulus nodded, a quiet assurance settling within him.

"Thanks, James,” he whispered, the words feeling too small for the gravity of everything.

Fortunately, the crowd hadn't noticed their romantic exchange, too enamored by Padfoo- Sirius. Too enamored by Sirius.

Regulus’s gaze moved to him next. He had returned to his usual boisterous self, but there was something different in the way he was standing; something more grounded, more real.

Their eyes met for a moment, and though no words were exchanged, Regulus could feel the intensity of the silent communication between them. The moment stretched long, thick with unsaid things, with memories of both pain and something deeper.

Sirius’s eyes softened, his usual cocky demeanor slipping just a fraction. He didn’t move, just stood there, hands tucked into his pockets, watching Regulus with a look that was both full of defiance and quiet understanding.

The crowd around them had gone oddly still, waiting for something more, something that would make this farewell feel complete. For a second, it felt like the world was holding its breath.

And then, as if reading the same unspoken thought, Sirius broke the silence with a loud, dramatic call.

“Everyone give it up for Regulus the... Best! R.A.B! Let me hear you” he yelled, and the crowd responded immediately, their chants bouncing off the stone walls of the castle.

"R.A.B! R.A.B!”

Regulus felt a grin tug at the corner of his lips, despite the lump in his throat. The noise around him surged, the students’ admiration now directed back at him, the air filled with a strange pride. But it wasn’t the chants that mattered, not the cheers that echoed through the hall.

It was Sirius.

All that mattered was Sirius.

Sirius gave him one last nod, his eyes shining with something unreadable.

"Go on, Reggie,” he murmured, just loud enough for Regulus to hear, his voice raw, "Make it worth it.”

Regulus’s chest tightened, and for a moment, it was as if everything in the world stopped. He opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat. The distance between them had always been a quiet thing, filled with more than just time and space. It had been filled with the unspoken expectations, the pressure, the desire for something neither of them could put into words.

But now, right before he stepped into the fire, it felt like the silence between them finally spoke for itself. It had been months in the making, all of it, and Regulus couldn’t hold back the words any longer.

“Sirius!” he called, his voice unexpectedly breaking through the tension, "Come with me!”

Sirius hesitated for just a split second; barely noticeable, a brief flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. But then Regulus moved forward, the decision made for him. He grabbed Sirius’s arm and pulled him into the fireplace.

And in that moment, everything shifted.

Before they could register what had happened, the fire engulfed them both, the swirling green flames pulling them away. The noise of the crowd faded into the background, replaced by the rush of wind and the feeling of motion, and then there was nothing but the crackling warmth of the Floo Network.
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The world seemed to shift with the sudden, dizzying rush of the Floo Network, the roaring flames swallowing them whole. Regulus’s stomach lurched as the swirling green fire tugged at him, the sensation of falling twisting his insides. He barely had time to brace himself before the ground came rushing up to meet them, and the two of them tumbled out of the fireplace, landing in a heap on the cobblestones.

Coughing, Regulus scrambled to push himself upright, brushing soot from his robes.

"Ugh, this always happens,” he muttered, wiping his eyes.

Sirius, already standing and brushing off his own robes with a smirk, gave him an exasperated look.

“You okay, Reggie?” he asked, his voice teasing, though Regulus could hear the concern tucked beneath it.

Regulus nodded, his breathing still ragged, "I'm fine."

Sirius’s laughter echoed around them, but the sound quickly faded as they both turned to look at their surroundings.

And then they froze.

The sight before them took their breath away.

The Leaky Cauldron stood just ahead, its sign swaying slightly in the breeze. But beyond that, Diagon Alley stretched out like something out of a dream; a sea of cobblestone streets winding between rows of bustling shops, each one more vibrant than the last. Witches and wizards milled about, chatting animatedly as they passed the bookshops, cauldron shops, and various magical emporiums. The air was alive with magic, the smell of fresh parchment mingling with the sweet scent of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans from the candy shop across the street.

It was everything Regulus had imagined and more. He felt a wave of awe crash over him. Diagon Alley was alive in a way Hogwarts never could be; alive with possibility, with magic, with the kind of freedom that Regulus had only begun to taste.

They stood in silence for a moment, the noise and color of the alley washing over them. Regulus’s chest tightened again, but this time with something lighter; something like hope, something like exhilaration.

Sirius looked at him, his expression equal parts wonder and disbelief.

"Reggie,” he whispered, his voice softer than Regulus had ever heard it, "We’re here.”

“Yeah,” Regulus breathed out, his heart thudding in his chest, "We’re here.”

And for the first time, it felt real. It felt like the beginning of something that was finally his. His choice, his future, his moment.

Sirius clapped him on the back, a grin spreading across his face.

"What now?” he asked, eyes gleaming with the promise of the adventure ahead.

Regulus didn’t need to think about it for long.

"Now,” he said, the weight of everything finally lifting off his shoulders, “we go explore.”

Without a second thought, Regulus turned to Sirius with a grin and nodded toward the winding streets of Diagon Alley.

They dashed through the cobblestone streets, weaving past vendors and shoppers, their footsteps echoing in the crisp air. The magic of Diagon Alley surrounded them, every corner bursting with life, with stories waiting to be discovered.

Regulus’s heart raced not just from the speed, but from the thrill of being alive, of making his own path. And beside him, Sirius seemed to share the same energy.

They rounded a corner near the Apothecary, panting and laughing as they slowed down.

Sirius caught his breath and grinned at Regulus, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Alright, alright, slow down, Reggie!” he said, his voice light but filled with an edge of playfulness, "How long do we have before we’re needed at the Ministry?”

Regulus paused for a moment, glancing up at the sky and then back at Sirius, feeling the weight of the day’s plans settle on him.

"We have until tonight,” he replied, his voice steady, but his heart racing with the knowledge of the task ahead.

Sirius’s eyes widened, and without missing a beat, he squealed in delight, “Are you kidding? That’s hours! We’ve got time!”

Regulus couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face at the sound of Sirius’s joyful noise. He’d heard that squeal countless times before, but today, it felt different. It felt like the start of something completely new.

Sirius bounced on the balls of his feet, clearly unable to contain his excitement. "This is going to be brilliant!” he said, grabbing Regulus by the arm and pulling him along toward the next shop in sight, his laughter ringing out again, infectious and carefree.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt perfect. The weight of the past faded into the background as Regulus let himself enjoy this; just this; this moment of freedom with Sirius, in the heart of Diagon Alley, where anything seemed possible.
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“Look at this!” Sirius exclaimed in Zonko's Joke Shop, holding up a box of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, shaking it with gleeful abandon.

"This is perfect for the next time someone tries to ruin our fun!”

Regulus sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile, "You do know we’re not allowed to use any of that, right?”

Sirius winked, his grin mischievous.

"That’s why it’s perfect! Oh, and this is the best thing ever! Shrieking Shack in a box! This is genius, I need it! Oh, and look at these! Extendable Ears!”

Regulus was already resigned to the inevitable. Sirius was going to buy everything in sight, and no amount of reasoning would stop him.

Sirius whirled around, holding up a handful of joke wands and bursting into laughter. “Reggie, you’re seriously telling me you wouldn’t want to try this one? Imagine! The fun we could have!”

Regulus raised an eyebrow and said, "I’m pretty sure that wand is supposed to turn your hair into a hedgehog. Not exactly my idea of fun.”

“But think of the possibilities!” Sirius said, practically vibrating with excitement, "I could be anyone! You, me, James… a hedgehog! We could prank the whole school! The whole world!”

Regulus rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small, affectionate smile that tugged at his lips. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching as Sirius proceeded to hand the shopkeeper a small fortune worth of items, his enthusiasm contagious despite his best attempts to stay indifferent.

“You know,” Regulus said, voice laced with amusement, “you’re going to bankrupt us before the day’s over.”

Sirius turned to him with a dramatic gasp, "Not a chance! I have plenty of money to spend on fun. It's the Potter fortune, you'll inherit it when you marry James; the Potter's are loaded!"

Regulus rolled his eyes again, but this time, he joined in the laughter. He couldn’t help it. Being around Sirius, especially in a place like this, was a constant reminder that life didn’t have to be so... well... serious all the time.

“Alright,” Regulus said, finally giving in, “you’ve twisted my arm. Throw in one of those Extendable Ears.”

Sirius stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Regulus as if he’d just declared himself the King of England.

"Really?! I knew you had it in you!”

"Just don’t come complaining to me when you use it on something you shouldn’t.”

"Don’t worry, Reggie. This is just the beginning.”
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“Reggie, come on,” Sirius whined dramatically, looping his arm through Regulus’s and dragging him away from yet another book of ancient magical history lining the Flourish and Blotts shelves, “How many books do we really need? You’re going to bury yourself in here, I swear.”

“I don’t need all of them,” Regulus murmured, carefully picking up a book on ancient spellwork, "but I want them. There’s a difference.”

Sirius groaned and let out an exaggerated sigh.

“You’re a bookworm, Reggie, you really are. Honestly, how can you be so fascinated by... what is this, another book about Gilderoy Lockhart’s amazing adventures?”

Regulus shot him a side-eye, lifting the book from the shelf with care, "It’s the newest edition. I want to see how he spins his story this time.”

Sirius made a face, "You’re seriously going to buy that? What a waste of time. But hey, if it makes you happy, have at it. It’s not like I’m the one who has to lug around your mountain of books.”

Regulus just raised an eyebrow and kept adding books; one on charms, another on magical history, then one on broomstick racing that he just couldn’t resist. He could hear Sirius moaning in the background, but it was like white noise to him. He was lost in it, in the stacks of magic and adventure, the promise of all the worlds he could enter just by turning a page.

“Seriously, Reggie,” Sirius continued, voice tinged with mock desperation, “You’re going to bankrupt us, you know that? You’ll need a bigger wallet than I’ve got to pay for all these!”

"Don't worry, the Potter fortune will cover it. James won't mind."

"I hate you!"
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The sweet scent of chocolate and sugar filled the air as Sirius practically dragged Regulus into Honeydukes. The walls were lined with shelves stacked high with every type of candy imaginable; cauldron cakes, fudge flies, chocolate frogs, you name it.

Sirius grinned mischievously, already holding a bag of Fizzing Whizzbees.

"You have to try these, Reggie!” he said, shaking the bag with enthusiasm. “They make you feel like you’re floating.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, "Last time you handed me something to try I ended up babbling for a whole night-"

"Shh! Water under the bridge! Come on! You know you want to.”

Regulus sighed dramatically, but the sparkle in his eyes gave him away.

"Fine. One. But only because I’m feeling generous.”
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“Sirius, you’re not really going to buy anything here, are you?” Regulus asked, already knowing the answer.

Unfortunately, Sirius was going to buy everything in here.

Regulus shot a look at Madame Malkin, who was smiling warmly behind the counter, watching the young boys take in the racks of robes and clothing.

“I’m so getting a whole new wardrobe!” Sirius shouted with pure glee, making Regulus cringe slightly at the volume.

"I’ve got just the thing for you, young man,” Madame Malkin piped up, winking at Sirius as she moved toward a rack of vibrant robes.

Sirius gasped. His eyes locked onto something at the back of the shop, and he immediately let out a shrill scream that startled even Madame Malkin.

"OH. MY. MERLIN,” he screeched, pointing at a black leather jacket with silver stars on the collar, "That... that is the jacket of my dreams!”

“I knew you’d love it. You’ve got a certain flare for fashion, my dear.”

"I need this. I will die if I don’t get this. I can already feel my life being complete!"

Sirius hugged the jacket to his chest like it was a prized possession. Regulus, shaking his head but unable to hide the small smile on his face, stepped forward.

"You’re a lost cause, you know that?”

Sirius, not even listening, was practically bouncing as Madame Malkin handed him the jacket.

"And I’ll take this one in every color, too!” he added, looking at a row of similar jackets in different shades, "I need the full experience.”

Madame Malkin laughed, clearly entertained by Sirius’s antics.

"I see I have a very passionate customer here. What else can I help you with, young man?”

“I’m gonna need everything! Robes, shirts, trousers, socks, you name it!”

They spent a prompt three more hours in there.
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The bell above the door jingled as they stepped into Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, the sweet, comforting scent of waffle cones and chocolate drifting through the air. The shop was warm and welcoming, its walls lined with pastel-colored cabinets full of every ice cream flavor imaginable. Regulus smiled, his stomach rumbling at the thought of indulging in something sweet after the chaotic madness of the day.

Sirius grinned, then turned to the counter where Florean Fortescue himself was greeting customers.

“I’ll have the Chocolate Fudge Swirl and a scoop of the Raspberry Ripple, please!”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, "That’s a lot of sugar for you in one sitting.”

Sirius shot him a mock glare, "I’m treating myself today! After three hours in Madame Malkin’s, I’ve earned it.”

Regulus couldn’t help but laugh, leaning casually against the counter, "Don’t worry about it Sirius, you know I’m not in a rush. It’s not like I had anywhere to be.”

Sirius froze, his playful expression faltering for just a second, before he shot Regulus an apologetic look.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I really didn’t think we’d be in there for three hours... I mean, I just got carried away, you know? It was… it was Madame Malkin. She’s like the queen of fashion, and I had to try everything.”

Regulus rolled his eyes but grinned all the same.

"It’s alright, Sirius. I’m used to your… enthusiasm.”

He reached over, taking the ice cream cone Florean handed him.

"Besides, I’m not complaining. I got to explore every inch of Diagon Alley, and that’s a rare treat in itself.”

Sirius’s eyes softened as he watched Regulus, and he suddenly looked genuinely guilty.

"I really appreciate you putting up with my shopping spree. I know you probably wanted to get away sooner… I just got so caught up in it. You know how I am-"

“Trust me, it’s fine," he raised his cone slightly as if to toast, "besides, I got ice cream out of the deal, so you’re officially forgiven.”

The door to the ice cream parlour swung shut behind them with a soft thud, and the two boys stepped out into the bustling street of Diagon Alley, their hands full of sweet indulgence. Sirius led the way, a cone in each hand, as they strolled along aimlessly, enjoying the late afternoon sun and the lingering sweetness of their ice cream.

Before long, their feet had carried them toward the quieter side of Diagon Alley, where an elegant sign caught Regulus’s eye.

“Andromeda’s Astronomical Museum,” he read aloud. His voice was thoughtful as he stared at the old, weathered building, "I’ve never been here.”

“Neither have I, but it looks… interesting. Shall we?”

"Why not? It’ll be something different.”

They pushed open the heavy wooden door, the bell above it ringing with a soft chime. The air inside was cool and smelled faintly of aged paper and polished brass. The walls were lined with intricate celestial maps and vintage telescopes, and a dim, amber light cast long shadows across the room.

As they wandered further inside, taking in the exhibits of planets, stars, and galaxies, they found themselves at the front entrance where a woman stood greeting new arrivals. She was tall with dark, shoulder-length hair, a few silver strands woven through the black, and sharp, intelligent, storm-grey eyes. Regulus blinked, suddenly recognizing her. The name slipped through his mind like a whisper, but he couldn’t place it.

The woman looked at them curiously as they approached, her gaze narrowing slightly.

"Excuse me,” she said, her voice smooth and with an undertone of careful familiarity, "I don’t mean to be rude, but… do I know you two?”

Regulus and Sirius exchanged a glance, and both of them simultaneously raised an eyebrow. Sirius cleared his throat, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“That’s impossible,” Regulus said dryly, “We’ve never met.”

The woman’s eyes softened, a small smile tugging at her lips, but there was a flicker of something else; recognition, maybe... or... just a strange feeling in the air. Probably the latter.

She shook her head, clearly deciding to let it go.

“Well, enjoy your visit then,” she said, her voice warm but distant, "it's a place worth spending some time in.”

Sirius, never one to miss an opportunity to charm, flashed her a grin.

"Don’t worry, we’ll enjoy it. Thanks, uh..."

"Andromeda."

"Thanks Andromeda! Nice museum!"

Regulus nodded politely, but as they moved deeper into the museum, his mind was still turning. Something about the woman, the way she had spoken, it lingered in the back of his mind. But he let it go, deciding that there were far more pressing things to focus on; like the planetarium exhibit that just seemed to glow with an enticing light.

With a shrug, he nudged Sirius.

"Let’s see what this place has to offer.”

"Lead the way, Reggie.”

And just like that, the two of them disappeared deeper into the museum, leaving the brief, strange interaction behind them.

As they wandered deeper into the museum, the soft hum of the planetarium display receded into the background. Regulus and Sirius found themselves standing before a large star map, the constellations glittering softly on the canvas-like surface. The names of the stars were written in elegant silver script, each one connected by delicate lines, weaving a web across the vast expanse.

Sirius grinned, tilting his head as he studied the map.

"Look at that,” he said, pointing to a cluster of stars, “Sirius, right there. Merlin, I’ve always loved the idea that I’m named after a star. Makes sense, don’t you think? The brightest one in the sky.”

Regulus followed his own finger, his eyes narrowing for a moment before he found it. The name “Regulus” sparkled at the heart of a smaller but still significant constellation. He hadn’t expected it, but seeing his name on the map made something twist in his chest.

Sirius tilted his head, sensing the shift in Regulus’s mood, "You okay?”

Regulus didn’t answer immediately. He kept staring at the star map, feeling a lump form in his throat. There was something deeply emotional about this, about being bound to the stars in the way he hadn’t realized until now. Something small and bittersweet stirred within him. His connection to the universe... his connection to Sirius...

“Yeah,” Regulus finally said, his voice quiet, but not without a touch of warmth, "I guess… I guess I never thought about how much we have in common.”

Sirius frowned slightly, his hand resting on Regulus’s shoulder in a rare show of affection.

"What do you mean?”

"Our names, Sirius. They’re both stars.”

"Yeah... yeah they are."

Sirius smiled softly while Regulus bit his lip, genuinely holding back tears.

Just then, a soft pop echoed from the corner of the room. A house-elf, with large, bat-like ears and a slightly hunched posture, appeared beside them. His wide eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam, and his long nose twitched with excitement.

“Masters!” the house-elf squeaked, bowing so low his nose nearly touched the floor, "We’ve noticed your interests in our star map! Tell me, boys, which stars catch your attention the most?"

"Regulus," says Sirius.

"Sirius," says Regulus.

Both boys blink in surprise, but before either can speak, the house-elf popped back into the air and, with a dramatic flourish, pulled out two small velvet pouches from his robes. He held them out to them, his large eyes gleaming with pride.

“Here, here! Pendants! With the star names engraved! Only ten galleons each!”

The house-elf, practically vibrating with excitement, held the small velvet pouches out to Sirius and Regulus, his eyes sparkling. Regulus exchanged a glance with Sirius, both of them now caught in a strange mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Ten galleons? For a pendant? That seems a bit steep, doesn’t it?” Sirius comments.

The house-elf shook his head vigorously, clearly unfazed by the hesitation.

"Not steep! Unique! Magical! These pendants, they hold the stars’ magic, yes, yes. Every star comes with its own power, and you can carry it with you, feel it all around you!”

Regulus’s gaze softened, his thoughts momentarily drifting back to the star map. There was something undeniably appealing about the idea of having something that represented his and Sirius's bond...

"Alright, fine," Sirius begins, "you’ve sold me. I’ll take one, thank you very much!”

The house-elf beamed at the enthusiasm, handing him a velvet pouch.

"Excellent! Excellent! Your star will forever guide you, young master!”

Regulus hesitated, his hand brushing against the velvet pouch that was still suspended in the air before him. He could see the gleam in Sirius’s eyes, the same twinkle that came whenever he was excited about something. And Regulus would never admit it but... he wanted to keep a piece of Sirius’s energy with him... something he could carry wherever he went.

With a small sigh, he smiled, looking at the house-elf.

"Alright, I’ll take one too. You’re right, they do seem… special.”

The elf clapped his hands in glee.

"Yes! Yes! A good choice, young master!” He handed Regulus the second pouch, his eyes practically twinkling with delight.

As the elf popped back into the air with a dramatic flourish, Sirius and Regulus stood for a moment, each with their own pendant in hand. Regulus carefully opened his pouch, revealing the intricate silver pendant etched with the name “Sirius,” surrounded by delicate star motifs.

Sirius, meanwhile, was holding up his pendant like a treasure, grinning at it like it was the greatest prize in the world, "Man Regulus. You truly are a star."

Regulus smiled at him, finally allowing himself to feel the warmth of the moment. And to both his and Sirius's surprise, he whispered, "Yeah, I am.”

They stood in the quiet glow of the museum for a few more moments, feeling the weight of their respective stars, both figuratively and literally.

Regulus carefully tied the pendant around his neck, the silver cool against his skin. He glanced over at Sirius, who was still admiring his own, holding it up to the light as if trying to catch every glimmer of magic within. There was something serene about the moment; the quiet space between them, the weight of the stars around their necks, and the rare comfort of being close.

Regulus looked at the pendant again, then back at Sirius. He opened his mouth, and before he could stop himself, the words spilled out.

“You know, you’re my best friend, Sirius. Honestly, I don’t think I could ask for anyone better.”

Sirius’s eyes widened for a moment, a mixture of surprise and something softer crossing his face. He blinked, then laughed a little, shaking his head, "Reggie... you’re like… a brother to me,” he began, but then he seemed to reconsider, his voice dropping to a more sincere tone, "No, scratch that. You’re not like a brother, Reggie. You are my brother.”

Regulus felt a lump form in his throat at the words.

“You're my brother, too,” Regulus whispered, the words coming so easily now.

The two of them stood there for a moment, the weight of the statement hanging between them like something tangible. It wasn’t often that Regulus allowed himself to be so open, so vulnerable, but with Sirius, it just felt right.

"I’m glad,” Sirius said softly, “that we've... that we've been in this together. I'm really glad that McGonagall made us roommates."

"Me too."

For a long second, neither of them spoke, the quiet hanging around them like the starlight above. But then, Regulus broke the silence with a small, but determined sigh.

“We should start heading toward the Ministry,” he said, the shift in his tone signaling that the moment, as special as it was, had to come to an end.

"We’re not too far from there, and I think they’ll be waiting for us.”

Sirius nodded, a smile tugging at his lips as he slapped Regulus on the back.

"Yeah, you’re right. I’m guessing our short little adventure is almost over.”

They both turned towards the exit, their steps in sync as they walked back into Diagon Alley. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the cobblestones, and the alley seemed quieter now, more peaceful.

As they walked side by side, their pendants glimmering in the fading light, the day felt like it was slipping away too quickly. But in a way, it didn’t matter. They had the rest of their lives to spend together; whatever that may look like, and for the first time, Regulus felt as though he could face it, whatever it was, with Sirius by his side.

The two stars walked back into the bustling street, their one short day fading behind them, but the bond they had forged in that time would last for a lifetime.

Just two best friends. Two brothers. Two stars. Cosmically intertwined.