Chapter 1
James is the first of the marauders your eyes catch he’s the one laughing boisterously.
The others you see after: Sirius Black, aristocratic looks of pale skin and ivory hair something to praise and worship; Remus Lupin, dark and brooding and Peter Pettigrew, plain and almost unremarkable.
Those were the four that were renounced by all at Hogwarts.
And that was the same for Regulus Black. He was nothing but a measly first year coming from his boat ride across the lake when he saw the sun.
Shining more than any other star he’d seen. Brighter better bolder.
Yet the faces he saw following were what broke that hold the sun had on the little star.
He knew of his brother’s failures, he could not meet the same cruel fate his parents would give. He could not run from his set path. So the boy turned his head and averted his eyes never letting them set for too long upon the sun, upon the elder, upon James.
And that’s how it continued for many years he’d follow his set path no matter how much he wanted his own better route he sticked to his path.
Three times he nearly derailed and crashed nearly left and loved like he wished and one time he did.