Lonely boy
‘You can’t leave me here Sirius, please’, Regulus said with teary eyes. Because there he was Sirius, his Sirius, having to get on that train and to leave him behind at the Grimmauld Place. ‘Reggie you know I have to’, yes, he knew it very well but still he had that childish hope that his older brother wouldn’t leave him. ‘Don’t worry Reggie, I will be back so soon you won’t even notice’ , he will notice but he didn’t want to make Sirius worry even more. ‘And I will write, I will write so much that you will think you are right there with me, alright?’, ‘Alright’. Then, all of the kids started going into the train. It was time. ‘Okay Reggie now I really have to go, but promise me you will write back and that you will be good.’ ‘I promise Sirius.’ Then Sirius grabbed him into one of his bear hugs that was so tight Regulus could barely breathe. He doesn’t really like hugs because they make him feel small. But when Sirius hugs him he feels safe. Yes he still feels like a small child but his brother makes it his safe place. The place where he doesn’t have to run or hide, but just breathe. And then he let him go all of the safety just got out of his hold. And in seconds the only person he truly loved was lost in the crowds. And then he was all alone.
And now here he was with his mother standing right next him. The house, that fucking house. He hated it. He hated it more than anything and he would probably rather live on the streets than be in that cruel place where he was helpless once too many times. From the outside it didn’t actually look that scary if you forgot that it was the only totally black house in whole London. It had pretty windows and a well done door. The garden was taken care of. It looked like any house of any rich person in the whole. Then you come in. There was always this scary breeze that went trough the house even with all of the windows closed that always brings this spookiness and the feeling you are in a horror movie. He liked those even tho his little parents didn’t let them watch it but Sirius and Andy always found a way. And there was the tapestry. That damn tapestry. He saw it wherever he went because it was right outside of his room so it was always in his sight. And his glance always went to those two burned places, Alphard Black and Andromeda, well now Tonks, Black. Uncle Alphard got himself out of this wicked place and took his money the second he turned eighteen. He had a point. Well his cousin Andromeda followed in their uncle’s steps and right when she turned eighteen married this muggle man Ted Tonks and took his last name and pretty much forgot about the family. Well not exactly. She adores Sirius and also likes spending time with Regulus in secret which he is very pleased with. She alway brings them all sorts of muggle stuff which they both are always very excited to try and learn how it works. Andy also tries to stay in touch with her sisters. Well that is a bit harder because well his aunt and uncle hate their eldest daughter more than anything. By their words she ruined their pride when she left with a filthy muggle and that they never wanna see her again. But Cissa always finds a way to see or write Andy, because Narcissa Black is one of the most extraordinary people he has met. But no, his family decided to marry her to the worst man, no actually he doesn’t have the privilege of being called a man, well boy in the whole wizard word. And if someone hates him more than Regulus and Andromeda it’s Narcissa herself. Regulus hates Lucius Malfoy even more because he is taking his Cissy from him. She is his hero, his idol, the only person besides Sirius he ever looked up to. But now in a year she will be gone with him and in two Bellatrix will be gone with the stupid Lestranges. Bellatrix doesn’t try anymore. At the start maybe she did but now she has become one of them. She acts crazy and wicked and cruel. He doesn’t know what Sirius once saw in her.
Now like always, he walks by the stupid tapestry straight to his room. And now he cries. He cries and cries and cries. Regulus Black has never felt more shattered and empty inside. Now who will shield him from every cruel word. Who will hold him when he is afraid. Who will tell him that everything will be okay. His brother is gone and now there is no one to do that. The arrows will soon start falling and he will be in the middle of the war field without a weapon or something for shelter.