The Black brothers
The next few days were more of the same thing, arguing, Harry not using his common sense, Harry finding people sneaking around in the middle of the night.
A concerning amount of people sneaking around. Like, come on you guys, have some shame.
But today, the argument was different. And it was with two different people. Sirius and Regulus.
Now Harry knew they were brothers. And even though he doesn’t have one, one of his best friends is a Weasley. Trust him when he says he knows brothers fight.
But today the fight was different. It was not a typical brotherly fight. It was serious.
“Sirius, you know he’s not him! They’re two different people!”
Regulus yelled behind the closed door.
“You think I don’t know that?! You think I don’t know that my best friend is dead and his kid isn’t him?!”
Sirius yelled back.
“What about you? Do you not see James when you look at him?! Not have millions of memories flash through your head?!”
Sirius continued.
And that’s when Harry heard two pairs of footsteps stomping up the creaky old steps. It was Remus and Pandora.
“Oh Harry. Uh. We’re just gonna go. Take care of them. Don’t worry about it.”
Remus said, hoping Harry didn’t hear too much of what the two said, even if it was obvious he did.
Pandora and Remus entered the room and shut the door behind them. The yelling stopped once they entered.
But the tension was there for days.
Harry knew Sirius and Regulus… tolerated each other.
But he didn’t understand why they could never have a civil conversation with one another.
“Maybe it’s just one of those things, where you have to have brothers to understand. Yeah that’s probably it.”
Harry thought to himself.
Either way it was still frustrating. Sirius and Regulus were both in a mood for the rest of the week. Barty called it “Reggie’s grumpy pants mood” which earned him a death glare from Regulus who was sitting across the room, and a cackle from Evan.
Dorcas and Pandora tried to reassure Harry that the brothers would get over it, that they did this a lot as kids, but it didn’t feel that way to Harry.
Even if the tension wasn’t surface level, it’s always there.