Our Love Is..?

🎵Fight for Me from Heathers the Musical🎵

Regulus POV

I hate James Potter. How dare he try to tell me that I’m wrong for reading poetry over that horrible writing that is Harry Potter. He wouldn’t know literature if it smacked him upside the head. Maybe I should test that theory and smack him with his stupid book, maybe my poetry to be poetic. Not to mention he made me late for class, McGonagall is going to give me detention for weeks, this is like the 6th time I’m late this month. It’s the 3rd of November. Totally James Potter’s fault this time, I had plenty of time to get to class if he hadn’t tried to talk to me. Although, maybe it would be better if I just don’t go, if Sirius gets a call home about tardies, he will make me talk about “feelings”. It might be better if I just disappear for a while, rather than have The Feelings Talk™ with Siri and Rem, a whole lot better actually.

Just as I was about to rush past McGonagall's class to escape this horrible world, I heard a loud commotion. Right in the way I need to go to get out of here. I hate my life, it sounded like a fight with the amount of “holy shits!”s I just heard from over there. Right in front of the door to the back exit, the best way to exit this shithole. Might as well see if I can get past, it won’t take long for some teacher to break it up and then I’m actually screwed.

I started pushing past the edge to make it around when I heard someone say “isn’t that the new guy, the one with the weird coat?”

Now that made me stop. A weird coat huh? That’s definitely the Potter guy I met this morning. I definitely vaguely remember a stupid coat. No way am I missing him getting the piss beat out of him. I was now instead pushing towards the middle of the little arena these kids made. It took a lot of pushing and the good ole people’s elbow, but I made it, excited to see the kid being knocked around a little, only to be shocked. It was a 1 v 2, Potter being the one, Barty and Evan the 2, and holy shit, Barty and Evan are getting beaten to a pulp. Damn, I know I shouldn’t watch this, it’s clear it’s something personal, but the way James moves is mesmerizing. I kinda wish I had someone to fight for me like that. He’s tearing into them, one goes for the punch only to be avoided and thrown off and the other takes a beating. He fights like a bull stuck in a room with red, but it’s amazingly brutal. I wish I had someone like that to protect me. I mean, I know Sirius and Remus would fight for me, but this guy. He fights like he has nothing else in the world, and what if I could be his one thing in this world. He throws punches in what seem random but also like a dance, one I would love to be a part of, maybe with less face smashing though, or maybe more?

Before I could even finish that thought, I heard a loud groan. It was Evan, he looked like he might be knocked out cold. He was on the floor, blood dripping from a gash on the side of his face, tooth on the floor next to him. James definitely had rings on. Evan didn’t seem to be getting up. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of both Barty and Evan losing while fighting together. It’s unheard of, it just didn’t happen, but this kid, he’s different. It was kind of…hot? Wow, yeah, time to leave, I just thought of the guy I decided I hated not even 30 minutes ago to be hot. I need to get out of here and re-think so many life decisions. Especially all of the terrible, horrible thoughts I just had about a guy I don’t even know. Did I really just think about him fighting for me like some love-sick school girl? I really need to stop reading so many romance novels. I will get rid of some when I get home, which I need to do right now before the teacher shows. They are probably too busy debating if they get paid enough to be quite honest. I still had time to get away from here.

I started making my way out of the crowd again when I heard a collective gasp and shouts of excitement. Call me a nosy bitch, but I couldn’t help myself but turn around. What I saw made me let out a gasp as well. Evan had gotten up and seems to have gotten a hit on Jam- Potter. Wow, what a cheap trick, but that’s Evan and Barty. I’m more surprised they actually had the brains for a plan like that. Must be a tactic they thought about awhile back, because Barty stuck almost instantly. He swung at Ja- Potter relentlessly, wailing on the poor guy. Potter held up his arms, but it still looked painful as hell if his expression was anything to go by. It was a clearly pained and definitely pissed look. Potter’s expression then switched to one of surprise as he slipped on…the tooth, the idiot slipped on Evan’s fucking tooth. It was a nasty fall, he banged his head and seemed to have the air pushed out of him. Barty was on him in an instant, with even better access than just a few seconds ago.

Potter would’ve gotten his face smashed in if it wasn’t for the loud, sharp whistle that had just sounded. It scared me, not just because it was loud, but also because only two people used a whistle, Coach Hooch and McGonagall. While I don’t doubt it could’ve been Hooch, they do like to send her in. She was not scared to throw a couple elbows to the face, which I completely agree with. I wasn’t about to chance it being McGonagall and me losing my chance to escape. So I did the only reasonable thing and started pushing through the crowd and throwing out double the elbow. There were a lot of loud groans, but they usually stopped as soon as they saw it was me anyway. As soon as I was out of the crowd, I dashed for the back door. I slammed it open and rushed for the back gate, it wasn’t a hard jump, but the other side had rose bushes. It hurts like a bitch, but manageable. So I did the only reasonable thing, sped up and hopped that mother fucker like a boss totally not falling on my ass on the rose bush and shedding a couple of tears. I would never.

Completely unrelated, I limped to the nearby seven-eleven, as they are known to not care when teens who are clearly meant to be in school come in. I went straight over to the food aisle and grabbed a family bag of M & M’s, one that I would not be sharing with any family. I quickly paid and left as fast as I could with a sore behind and ego. I knew Sirius would be home today, he had something to do early this morning and he never misses a day to stay home. So I couldn’t go home, so I did my sad limp to the nearby park to eat my M & M’s in peace. Or that was the plan until I heard a car honk at me, making me jump and drop my precious sweets. I don’t know who this asshole is, but I’m prepared for murder, until I see who it is. I immediately take off in an awkward dash, leaving behind my darlings. It was fucking Remus, in his car, definitely mad. No way was I sticking around with that, not even for the love of my life. I ran as fast as I could but only made it about a couple feet before Remus was driving next to me, slowly telling me to get in the car. I was going to argue until I felt how sore I was and got in with no arguments. It was the most long and awkward ride of my life. Luckily, it wasn’t back to school. It was to the house, which might actually be worse. I would like to go back to school now, anything but here.

“I won’t tell Siri about your little school escape, he’s already stressed enough. We have some news, I was already going there to pick you up, but please never do that again Little Star. You know how Sirius is about school and skipping.” Remus spoke softly but sternly. It made me swallow harshly.

“Thanks Rem. What’s the news?” I asked weakly.

“Let’s just go inside, it’ll be better coming from Siri.” Remus answered sweetly.

That was nerve wracking. I hate that tone, it either means a family vacation or someone has died. I don’t like that both he uses the same tone for, but he does, fucking prick. I don’t mean that, just stress, sorry Remus. We walk inside, immediately I’m met with a giant bear hug from one Sirius. I try not to relax into it, but it’s hard. Sirius always gives the best hugs. They always feel safe and warm. What I imagine a parent’s hug would feel like if I had ever gotten one. When Sirius pulled away, I immediately knew this was not about a family vacation, which meant one thing.

“Hey Reggie, we need to have a talk. Why don’t we go sit on the couch, Remus will make your favorite tea and grab some snacks. I’m going to go grab your favorite blanket and stuffed animal. How does that sound Little Star?” Sirius asked softly. I just nodded, feeling numb.

My only thought was “who died?”