I that am lost, oh who will find me?
“I that am lost, oh who will find me?”
Regulus and Sirius looked at eachother, a fearful look in their eyes. They seemed to understand each other, yet neither of them spoke.
“Deep down below the old beech tree.”
Dr and Mrs Black looked at eachother. The series of events that occurred after this was the breaking point for regulus. He knew he couldn’t keep living like this, with those puppets he called parents.
It all happened so quickly, so quickly he almost didn’t see it.
“Help succour me now the east winds blow. Sixteen by six, Cousins, and under we go!”
His parents apparated away, leaving the brothers to deal with the monster above them alone. Her footsteps made the wooden floor creak, slowly slithering her way to the staircase.
“Be not afraid to walk in the shade.”
Regulus let out a shaky breath, preparing to apparate for the first time. He was too young, he didn’t have a license or any experience.
He heard a giggle from the floor above him.
Fuck, he needed to get his trunk. And his books- god, he had no time.
“Save one, save all, come try!”
Then she broke out into a run. Her footsteps thundered towards the stairs, ramming into the railing and leaning her chest over the edge. She stared at them, smiling widely with blood on her hands and face and splattered all over her dress. Her hair hung over her face, framing the crazy in her eyes with slate-black hair.
She opened her mouth, blood dripping out. “My steps - five by seven~” She slowly moved to the edge of the staircase. “Life is closer to Heaven..” She paused, gripping the railing so hard her knuckles turned white. “Look down, with a dark gaze, from on high!!” she sang with a hint of quiver in her throat.
“Bella, listen-” Sirius started, but stopped abruptly when he saw her arms and thighs. “Fucking hell, what the fuck did you do to yourself? What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.”
And then she did something no one expected. She laughed, then licked one of the cuts. They weren't shallow, no, they were deep gashes. So deep you could see the flesh in her thighs through the blood. This wasnt something a suicidal person would do, no, she was fucking insane. She wanted to see her insides come out.
“Without your love, he’ll be gone before.” She sang, slowly stepping towards the boys.
Then everything happened so fast. Sirius ran to Regulus, grabbed him, and apparated into their room. He locked the door and shoved a desk against it, knocking books and lamps off it. “Reg, help me. Please fucking help.” He began dragging one of the beds to block the door as well, and his brother began to help. They pushed it to the door just as Bellatrix let out a guttural, painful scream. The brothers could hear her stomping and hitting the table, breaking plates and cups.
“Reg, grab what you can. Everything you need. Put it all in a box and put it in the pouch I gave you earlier. Don’t bring big stuff, we can Accio it over later. Hurry.” Sirius turned and tossed a shoebox at him.
Regulus nodded as he caught it. He grabbed what he could- he put his clothes directly in the bag because he didn't want them to occupy the box. He put toiletries, a few books, his knife, and a few pills just in case he needed them. He yanked on his jumper and coat because it was cold as all hell outside and then stuffed it all into the pouch. He put the pouch in his pocket, his wand in its holder on his belt, then scanned the room to be sure he didn't forget anything. His eyes landed on a box under his nightstand.
“Fuck, i forgot.” He grabbed the box and pulled out a wad of muggle cash, some galleons, and… the blades. He closed the box and pushed it back under the bed.
Just as he stood up, a loud Bump was heard from the door. Then another. Then another. Sirius grabbed Regulus, muttered a prayer, then apparated them to a house that Regulus didn’t recognize.
His arm burned.
He got splinted.