Welp, there goes his sanity
Sirius knew something was wrong the moment he looked up and met his younger brother’s eyes. Not because he showed something outwardly, but because Regulus always made sure his group wouldn’t be at less than a 10-meter distance from the marauders.
It didn’t really surprise him that Regulus would go out of his way to not be in the marauders' presence, but it was still different to see his brother stare at him with such an odd look in his eyes like he didn’t want to look away like Sirius would disappear if he even dared to take his eyes off.
Something was up, and Sirius will find out what if it was the last thing he does because while he may hate the fact that his parents brainwashed his little brother into believing all the blood purist shit, he still loved his brother.
He watched his sibling realize he was caught, he watched the calm panic set in before Regulus turned the corner and disappeared into the student body, his friends going after him without question.
“Pads? Are you paying attention, mate?” James asked, stopping his rant about Lily, instead watching his chosen brother with a questioning glint in his eyes.
“Hm?” Sirius looked towards the brown-haired boy, completely unaware of whatever James was rambling about this time. He hadn’t really even realized James had stopped talking until he heard the silence from his group.
“Have you heard anything from what I was saying for the last ten minutes?” James probed, staring questioningly at Sirius. And wasn’t that just a great question?
“Uh, I. .. have absolutely no idea what you’ve been saying, no,” Sirius said, not even all that guilty about it. He’s probably heard James say the exact same thing he’s said now countless times before. “There’s something up with Reggie. I don’t know what, or anything about it, really, but something is up.” Sirius supposed, proceeding to stare at the place Regulus had stood in a few minutes prior.
“Padfoot, mate, are you alright?” James inquired, glancing at Remus and Peter with a concerned look in his eyes before looking back at Sirius.
“I’m fine, Prongs, but I swear something’s up. I can feel it.” Sirius told them, irritated by their skeptical looks.
“Whatever you say, Siri. Let’s get to class before we’re late. We don’t want Minnie giving us detention again, or we have to give up on pranking the Slytherins next week.” Remus said, still quite unsure what’s up with Sirius paying attention to the younger Black, but not wanting to piss him off.
Peter nodded, choosing not to comment this time. God knows, pissing off a Black is something no one wanted. Only if you were stupid, and even then you’d have to think more than once about what you are about to do.
Sirius was still watching the student body with a suspicious look. He’ll figure it out. He was sure as hell of that. After all, he’s never failed reading his little Reggie before.
Pandora watched as the marauders left, an odd look in her eyes. Something was wrong. The energy around her Reggie was different. Sirius was right. Something was wrong, and she’ll figure it out as well.
Regulus was not in the mood for whatever class he had first, but skipping isn’t something fifth-year Regulus would have done. . . He stared at hte food on the table, in no mood whatsoever to eat, not after he was supposed to be dead a few hours ago, not after he was supposed to be three years older than he was now.
He needed to get to the library to find something, anything on hocruxes. If he was brought back in time, he sure as hell won’t waste the extra time he’s been gifted. He already found one Horcrux, but he knew that wasn’t the end. It would never be that simple, not if he had to be brought back to change his end.
He wasn’t supposed to die for that one, but he sure as hell won’t give up until he makes sure Voldemort will not see the light of day ever again.
Finding an excuse for Slughorn’s class was quite amusingly easy. He supposes he was always too good for the class to be affected by missing just one hour of endless talking from the professor.
Entering the library, the old smell of books and paper and wood was nostalgic in the best way possible. He’s missed the smell dearly in his final moments. A place he spent more than half of his free time in without question.
He knew he wouldn’t find any books on a Hocrux here, not if Dumbledore had any say in the matter, the old twat. He knew that all too well, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t find hidden information about the topic. Any would do, but anything he would find about either the Deathly Howls or a Hocrux would be entirely welcome.
He searched through the shelves in silence, picking up a few books and paying attention to another title as he walked before he stumbled into a person, dropping his books, but managing to catch the person.
All he saw was a flash of red hair before dread pooled in his stomach as he realized exactly who he stumbled into. Fuck his life and whatever entity decided to fuck his life over.