Young & Royal

The castle was dark. So dark. Almost as dark as his last name. But he couldn't turn on any light, couldn't even cast a lumos spell, or else he'd wake up someone, and if he does, the party's over. 

So he kept running. Bloody castle and its bloody long corridors. He never understood why royalties needed such a huge space to live, and in these situations where he couldn't feel his feet anymore, he understood it even less. 

To not help his case, Sirius was barefoot. Well, it indeed was his choice to take off his pointy black shoes, but when the two options were the uncomfortable Oxfords or his feet, it was quite an easy dilemma. Plus, pain wasn't the main issue right now, he had other things to worry about, other things to lose his little restant of sanity over. 

He never hated his familly more than tonight. But not as if it was a new feeling. At this point, it became routine. Everyday Sirius hated his familly a bit more than yesterday and a bit less than tomorrow. And only the lord knows how much more he could bottle up before the last crack is heard. 

The first crack was definitely three years ago. When his familly casted a torture spell on him. Over and over again. Very charming familly activities to do on a christmas night. That fucking night, he wished to be dead. Or to be never born, both worked. Every single inch of his body hurt, but it was nothing compared to how his heart did, because it was also the night the destiny of inheriting the sacred green crown moved from him to his darling brother. 

Now don't get him wrong, Sirius didn't want that crown, he didn't want to be the future king, or be involded in any other thing related to ruling the world or whatever foolish idea his parents believed in. It wasn't for him, all of that. He was born to shine. To be the brightest, to leave the black behind. Sirius black was a star and he was born to find the Sun and the Moon, they make him shine the best. And in his case he was born to save the world too, but that was a concern he'd gladly ignore if it wasn't for the seriousness everything was taking. 

Sirius wished he didn't have to do all of that. So yes, he was also happy not to have the crown on his head anytime soon. But Regulus having it instead didn't make things any better. It was wrong, so so wrong. Worse even. Because it would simply lead to either ruining the world or ruining Regulus himself. Both cases were another reason to commit for Sirius. 

Regulus and Sirius were as different as they looked alike. Sirius was the rebellious one, since his first steps in life. He was stubborn, never listened, even when it meant he'd get in serious trouble (and the Royal House Of Black was certainly questionnable when it came to punishement methodes) and yet consequences never stopped him, in fact, he rarely even thought about them before acting, he had a hopeless case of impulse. But he did have a part of royalty to him, rather than looking ridiculously pretty and breathing luxury of course. He had good manners, knew where to put himself, how to act, what to say. He also had that sweet manipulation sense in him. Atypical Royal trait. 

Regulus was just as royal, but multiply it by hundreads. He was that prince who would wake up with a backpain if you put a needle in his ten layers bed. As royal as the word itself. He never behaves out of line, always follows orders and nodds politely when being bossed around by his genitors. And just like his brother, never fully black or white, he had his part of mischief (nothing as close to his brother, tho.). He came off as mean, extremely mean. And he wasn't, not exactly. But he still was. The problem with regulus is that you never know. Fluent in sarcasm and as bold as quiet. He was equally nice and sensitive, but that part rarely floats on the surface. 

But the main issue with him is how weak he is. He pretends he isn't , of course, as proud as a peacock, but deepdown, Sirius alone knew his dear brother was in fact just as easy to break as porcelaine. And succeeding his parents was definitely what's going to break him for good. Sirius would rather die than let it happen. Which was one of the reasons he was running down the hallway like a mental past midnight. 

He needed to find regulus, just to make sure nothing was done to him. It was never good news when Sirius overhears green and crown and heir in a same sentence out of his mother's lovely mouth, less good when his father answers with the word "tomorrow". 

There was no way this was happening, not now, not so soon, not when his brother was only seventeen. But now that the Idea was in Sirius' mind, it didn't seem strange at all. Of course his parents would want it to be quick so the war could finally start, he should have thought of it sooner. He made a mental note to comminicate his worries to James later, the potters needed to know, so that they never let their guard down, because if the Blacks despised something the most then it was the Potters. 

Of course, when the Blacks are known for hating the potters, never count Sirius in. He'd sell his soul for them, the lovely people. They are what royalty should be from his point of view. 

James was their only son, the future crown prince. And he was sirius' everything. As dear to him as his own brother. They went to the royal school together for a while (before his mother decided that Sirius should be home-schooled so he doesn't frequent any failures such as Potter himself. The fucking witch, oh how Sirius hated her.) But of course it didn't stop them from being the world's dearest friends. They owled eachother every single day. (actually it's everynight, so that the Blacks don't notice the owls.) They also sneaked out to meet every once in a while, and when they did, chao was always assured. 

So protecting the Potters was another reason of why Sirius was running. Well he was done running now. Standing out of breath in front of the huge door that lead to his brother's abnormally large bedroom, Sirius thought about how he should put it to his brother without irritating him. Luckily enough, Regulus did admit being scared of his future King's duty, so talking to him about it was a bit easier than pouring water in sand. 

Knock knock knock. 

With a smooth wand sway, the door was unlocked and Sirius got in, taking off his black cloak and throwing it on one of the dark blue sofas the room was equiped with. He then looked around, searching for his baby brother, and there he was, sitting on another couch on the other side of the room, a book in his hand. Of course he'd be reading, Sirius thought. There wasn't a time where regulus wasn't nose shoved in a book. 

"You never sleep, do you ?" Sirius said, throwing the shoes he was carrying somewhere then throwing himself on his brother's bed. 

"Don't just make a mess." Regulus grumbled, rolling his eyes and closing the book that was now resting on the low table in front of him. "What are you doing here anyway ?" 

"Im happy to see you too, my darling baby brother !" The older replayed, faking an obviously sarcastic excited tone. 

"Talk or get out of my room." Sirius didn't need to look to feel his brother's death stare at him, it only made him smile at the ceilling. 

"Ill take the first option" he chuckled, slowly rolling on the bed to look at the other, his head now resting on his hand. "Coronation is soon" 

Sirius could feel his brother tense at the revelation, his blue eyes reflected a bright sparkle that wasn't here before. That expression only came up when Regulus was happy or worried. And unless he was a masochist, then it was definitely worry. 

"How soon ?" He asked, looking away, hiding the fact he was pissing himself, of course. 

"I don't know what they were exactly saying" Sirius admitted. "But i heard a tomorr..-" 

He didn't get to the end of his sentence that Regulus was already talking. "This can't be real ! Not tomorrow ! Sirius tell me it's not tomorrow. " 

"It's not tomorrow" he obeyed, but he wasn't lying. "i won't let it happen" 

"But it will end up happening" regulus sighted. 

"Not if I get us out of here before. " Sirius said, playing with his long black curls around his fingers. It was a tic he developped when thinking about something distressing. 

"We can't leave the crown to Mum, that would mean the world's downfall" and he wasn't completely wrong, Walpurga was completely crazy, and if the two black brothers weren't around anymore, she wouldn't hesitate to give the crown to Bellatrix. And yeah that was probably the worst thing that could happen in the history of universe. 

"Not if we defeat her !" Sirius insisted. 

"And how are you planning to do that ?" He raised an eyebrow. 

"With the Pott..-" 

"Sirius, no." Regulus looked completely disgusted by the Idea. He hated the Potters as much as Sirius loved them. But he'd lie if he said it never crossed his mind to follow his brother and run away to their castle where everything seemed so peaceful. But he only, only thought about it when his parents pushed him past limits, and that rarely happend since he usually behaved and that when he didn't, Sirius always did something so worst and out of pocket that it made his parents forget about his own mischiefs and only punish his brother. So he didn't think about it enough to actually consider it, it was still the last exit he would resort to. 

"Why not ?!" Sirius raised his voice, and regulus felt the need to cast a mufliato or else one of the portraits on the hallway might give them away to their parents. These fucking ancestors never shut up. 

"Because.." yeah, why ? He knew it, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. "I'd rather die here than go live with the Potters, it's all you need to know." 

"Well yeah then u'll definitely die here if you dont fucking follow me" he snapped. The discussion always went that way when it came to talking about running away to the Potters. Sirius never understood why, but he assumed it was just his brother's private personnality who refused to try and live with other people than his own familly, or maybe his fear of facing the world outside of the Royal castle of Black. But Sirius will later grow to know the true reason behind his brother's definitive refusal.