Ever since the first time Regulus Black met James Fleamont Potter he’d known he had fallen for him. Regulus had been seeing his older brother off at the 9 ¾ platform to Hogwarts. He remembers how Sirius had grabbed his hand and pulled him towards his friend group. The boy with sandy colored hair had curiously stared at Regulus while the plump, blonde one waved at him. Regulus remembered feeling shy, he had given them a small wave lastly before his gaze landed on the final boy.
James Potter. That’s the boy’s name. He was the boy Sirius had been talking non-stop about all throughout the summer. The boy had messy brown hair that looked unfairly soft, Regulus for some reason had the weird urge to run his finger through it. His amber eyes carried such warmth as he stared at Regulus. James had smiled at him, his unfairly perfect white teeth peeking through the smile. Regulus could only stare at him in awe.
As the boys started to catch up to what they did over the summer, Regulus stood behind Sirius, fiddling with his fingers before Sirius turned to him, with a kiss on the cheek and a hug, Sirius grabbed his trunk and waved Regulus goodbye before disappearing into the train to Hogwarts.
Regulus watched as the train started moving before a small hand tugged on his sleeve. Regulus looked down to where Kreacher stood as the elf started speaking. "Master Regulus, we should be on our way back to Grimmauld Place. Misses and Lord Black will be expecting us any moment now." With a final glance at where the train had previously been Regulus averted his gaze and nodded before taking Kreachers hand as he apparated them back to the Grimmauld Place.