Emotional Torture From the Head of Your High Table
Tws: talk of abuse, injuries, starvation, transphobia, the blacks incredible parenting
Regulus’s next few days at the Potter were nice. He was still healing but it was nice for him to have time to heal. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were on vacation so it was just him and James which was awkward to say the least. They talked some but mostly Regulus slept and James knitted. That was the best thing he had learned from his stay at the Potters: James had grandma hobbies.
He had woken up with nightmares each night but the body binding curse worked. His cheeks had filled in some and his skin looked lively. He didn’t look healthy but he didn’t look like a corpse either. On the morning of his seventh day at the Potters James was nervous. He brought Regulus breakfast and sat across from him fidgeting with his watch.
“Hey Regulus can I ask you to do something? You can totally say no." James stuttered out.
Regulus nodded mouth full of toast. He trusted James. “I was doing some research and if you or Sirius ever wanted to take your parents to court it’s helpful to have a testimony from when an event is fresh.” James said a little more certain.
Regulus was conflicted he wanted Sirius to be safe and this could help if he ever needed to get Sirius out of that house on the other hand telling James about any of this was the stuff out of nightmares.
“Yes but can I only talk about this summer.”
“Sure whatever you’re comfortable with.”
That afternoon James made tea for both of them and sat down with a little recorder. Regulus fidgeted the collar of his shirt and tried to remind himself that James had seen all the injuries this wouldn’t push him away. James tapped the button on the recorder and indicated for Regulus to start.
“I guess all start at the beginning I’d come back from school. I had a C in charms and they were really mad we were supposed to be the epitome of pure blood supremacy. They also really wanted Sirius to follow you know who and for me to marry a death eater.”
This gained a small gasp from James who had been listening so attentively that Regulus had forgotten he was there.
“Yeah neither of us wanted to so everything sorta started there. Mother made Sirius go to the meetings and everything. She also had me try on dresses for the wedding”
Regulus shivered and paused before continuing.
“They’d use the unforgivable curse on us, give us assorted magical injuries, and barely fed us. We wouldn’t have survived without the house elf .”
James hated how detached he sounded.
“Is there anything else you need me to mention?” Regulus asked.
James just shook his head.
Author’s Note:
Did y’all miss me? I’m so sorry for the break honestly life’s been a lot and I became so busy lol anyway you can thank the new Conan gray album for this. I hope y’all are doing well :)