James
James' whole world was spinning what was going on, what was happening, why was regulus here, on the floor of his friends house. he couldn't wrap his head around it,
he was kneeling down in front of him, taking in everything regulus, he was so changed, but so the same, he'd definitely grown from the younger boy that used to follow him and Sirius around wherever he could, latching onto to whoever's hand was available, but, James thought sadly of course he’d changed it had been 8 years, 8 long years since that dreadful horror filled night, were Sirius had crawled his way to James’ doorstep barely alive, blood falling from open wounds.
James had opened his arms, opened his home and Sirius had gripped on tight, begging pleading with anguished sobs for someone to never let him go back there, to that house of nightmares.
James’ best friend became his brother that night. And Sirius didn't speak regulus’ name again, James yearned to know the full story of the two brothers, what had broken them apart so completely.
But Sirius had panicked whenever he tried, so he learned to stop asking.
It had hurt deeply though to leave regulus behind, a piece of his heart felt like it was missing, a gaping hole left wide open in his chest, his 15 year old self hadn't known what was going on, why oh why, was he in so much pain, why did he miss the younger boy so intensely, why couldn't he get those grey eyes out of his head, couldn't shake his black curls and soft laughter or the few small freckles you could see if u looked close enough, James had felt it consuming him. He couldn't handle the thought of regulus alone in the house that had almost broken sirius. He realized why 4 years too late, there was no other way to explain it but love,
and it was all rushing back to him hurtling at full speed as he held his missing love in his arms.
Voices jarred him out of his spirals, slowly he lifted his head up to lily, who was seated just next to him, her eyes questing and comforting, he felt a sudden need to tell the world , he needed his words, his story out in the air, it was pounding at his skull were it had stayed hidden for to long, entwined in his bones,
“I know who this is”