Early Years
Febuary 12th 1965
"Where are you going?" Reg stood at the door watching Sirius run down the sidewalk.
"Muggle Ballet classes," Sirius said looking at his little brother.
"Did you ask mother and father?" Reg asked.
"Yes," Sirius replied.
"And they said you could take these classes?" Reg asked confuzzled, this did not seem like something mother and father would approve of.
"Not in the slightest." A sly smile came across Sirius' face before turning and running down the sidewalk as fast as he could not looking back at Regulus once.
November 7th 1967
Regulus let out screams of pain. If life were a movie the screams would have to be muted, they were so painfully heartbreaking.
Regulus was bent over and Orion was waking him with a whip. Mother had seen him playing with a muggle on the street. He hadn't realized it was wrong until now. He still wasn't sure why it was wrong.
He had a stinging pain throughout his back.
"Oh shut up you little git," Orion said. Reg tried to hold back his screams. His screams of pain. He failed.
December 27th 1967
Regulus had wanted to take piano lessons for a while and at Christmas his parents had hired him a teacher. In his first lesson, he was bad, extremely bad but eventually the music flowed from him, his fingers accustomed to where each note was. Music was an escape a way to be happy
August 30th 1971
"Here," Sirius handed Regulus a book.
"What is it?" Regulus asked taking it.
"It's the works of a man named Rilke. He was an American muggle poet. It is a parting gift before I go off to Hogwarts." Sirius said.
"Thanks, I like it."