Queer awakening?
September 22nd 1976
It had been a week, a week since talking with Regulus at the astronomy tower, a week since his lost attempt.
And every single night since then, James has gone back, and every single night Regulus has been there.
Over the past week, he's gotten to know Regulus better he now knows that Regulus loves the water,
but can't swim, he knows that he loves reading muggle poetry and that his favourite colour is midnight blue, even tho he tells everyone it's green.
Knows that his all-time favourite food is orange muffins, that his best friend is Pandora and that he would do anything and everything for them.
Of course, there are still many things he doesn't know, he doesn't know why Reg likes to visit the stars every night. And he doesn't know why Regulus decided to even talk to him in the first place, but he did.
They talked most nights, but sometimes they just sat there silently. It wasn't an awkward silence
It was more of a comforting silence, so ever slightly calming the storm raging inside his head.
He broke the silence, winding through the cold airy astronomy tower.
“Why do you come up here so often?” he felt the need to ask the question he'd been wondering about since the start.
“It's calming up here I guess, just looking at the stars and being able to be in my own thoughts for a while, to think”
“Why do you come up here?” Reg asks his own curiosity evident in his question.
“Same as you mostly” he muttered as his thoughts wandered off, silence once again filling the tower.
When he woke up in the morning, he noticed that he was the only one awake.
As he got up and made his way towards the bathroom, his thoughts wandered to Regulus.
That had been happening a lot lately.
Specifically, he thought a lot about Regulus’ voice, and his hair was so soft, those curls that just so perfectly framed- nope he wasn't doing this.
He could not be falling for Regulus, because first of all, he's Sirius’ little brother, and second of all Regulsu probably isn't even gay. And neither is he, he couldn't be he's only ever liked girls. Well, Remus was kinda fit but that's beside the point.
When he got to the bathroom, he locked the door behind him sitting with his back against the wall.
He can't do this what would Mom and Dad think, what would everyone think? He crawled to the sink, where his hiding spot was.
When he got the blade, he placed it on his wrist, pressing hard as a stinging pain shot through his arm. Cut after cut his hands were bathed in gloves of red that flowed down his arms.
When James was done he stumbled into the shower. Streams of red flowed down the drain, soon turning back to clear liquid.
“Prongs hurry the fuck up in there!”
Yelled Remus, from outside the bathroom door.
“I’ll be done in a minute” He yelled back, quickly drying off and casting a glamour charm on his arms.
He could take care of that later.(He never did)