Chapter 24; December 15th, 1974
He was shaky. He couldn't hide it anymore. He was lying under Remus’s arm, James was sitting on the other side of him, Evan, Barty, and Regulus were sitting on the other side of the compartment, Peter was somewhere with his girlfriend.
Remus was rubbing his back slowly, trying to calm him down, Sirius wouldn’t say anything, but it wasn't working. Nothing was gonna help. Remus didn't understand that though.
He could tell Regulus was scared too, but he was better at hiding it, and he’s currently dealing with Evan, who is having some of the worst withdrawals Sirius has ever seen.
“Ev, Moony has cigarettes if you think it’ll help.” Sirius suggested, the first thing he’s said all day.
Evan shrugged and looked away. “I’m fine. I’ll live.”
“Okay.” Sirius relaxed into Remus again.
‘It’s just two weeks. It can’t be that bad. You survived eleven years in that house. Two weeks won’t be too bad’ He kept telling himself, it wasn't working, but he kept repeating it, hoping it would work eventually.
The closer they got to London the shakier he got, the train ride that usually takes ages felt like only an hour, the dread fully set in as they pulled into the station.
He sat up and brushed off his robes, flattening them out and fixing his hair. He had to be presentable, he had to fit the standard.
He didn't say a word as he exited the compartment, getting off the train, Regulus following close behind. He held his posture straight and his hands behind his back, doing what he could to keep his expression emotionless, anything he could do to keep her happy. Orion gave them both a small smile as they walked up. Walburga looked furious.
“Hello Maman-” Sirius said. She grabbed him by his sleeve roughly, apparating him out of the train station.
He was ‘home’, as most people called it, though it didn’t feel like a home. Number twelve grimmauld place. The house he was raised in. The house that holds his worst memories. The house that gave him chills. The house he’s supposed to call home.
“Sirius Orion what the fuck were you thinking? Being with a boy? And a filthy mudblooded half-breed at that! I’ve raised you better than that! You’re aware that this family has a no tolerance policy for faggots right? And what possessed you to think that it was a good idea to become one?” She yelled, hitting him hard and pushing him against the wall. They weren't in the study. No silencing charm. No privacy. It was gonna be worse than he thought, worse than it’s ever been.
Orion and Regulus apparated into the house, both immediately turning to find them, only to see Sirius pinned to the wall, Walburgas wand pressed against his neck.
“Maman please-” Sirius tried, doing anything he could to at least get to the study.
“Silence. I won’t hear a word out of a disgusting little faggot like you.” She yelled again. Regulus flinched back.
Walburga turned to look at Reg. “You. I’ll deal with you later. Just know that you had a legacy to uphold, being seen around the Potter boy isn't part of that legacy. At least you arent a fag like your brother.”
“Yes ma’am.” Regulus responded, his voice was shaky and you could see the fear on his face. Regulus never breaks character, something more was going on that he wasn’t telling anyone.
“Ma’am, I can’t breathe” Sirius stuttered, still trying to break free.
“I said silence.” She pushed her wand into his neck harder.
“Yes ma’am.”
She looked down at him and took a deep breath, the anger in her eyes growing stronger.
“Crucio!”
The last thing Sirius heard before the pain took over was his father yelling, begging her to take the curse off.
That's it. That's the end. Sirius black is dead.
Right?