Chapter 3
Regulus POV:
Their parents were gone. Some emergency meeting for their cult. Dark lord blah blah blah. Regulus didn’t care about that, the only thing he cared about was getting to his brother before it was too late. ‘Please don’t let it be too late’ he thought anxiously.
He raced down the hall to his father’s study, and when he got there his eyes immediately fell to Sirius. His heart all but shattered at the state of his older brother. Sirius was seemingly conscious but the glassy look in his eyes told Reggie that he was miles away. Still he needed to try. He called his brothers name shaking him gently. Panic set more firmly into his voice as his brother lost consciousness.
There was so much blood. Too much blood. The floor was coated in it. Regulus’ hands were coated in it too. And Sirius was drenched in blood. His was clothing soaked with is, and his hair was a matted mess of blood and curls. Regulus had to get him out. If he didn’t his brother would die. He couldn’t let that happen.
But where would they go? None of his friends houses were safe. He wished they could go to their cousins andromeda’s house but he didn’t know where she lived now. The thought finally struck him. Potter. James potter. Sirius had mentioned that James’ mother was a skilled medi-witch meaning Sirius could be taken care of, and on top of that it was out of Walburga and Orion’s reach.
Regulus ran up the stairs to get packed. He was thankful that he’d not yet unpacked from school. He shrunk down the truck and put it in a travel bag, then ran to Sirius’ room and did the same.
He sprinted back down the stairs to Sirius gently pulling his unconscious brother into the fire place. He reached into the pot of floo powder and grabbed a hand full. He threw it down “potter mansion” and in a flash of green they appeared in a strange living room.
Regulus stumbled, pulling Sirius out of the fireplace with him. The sound of frantic footsteps on stairs caused regulus to jump as he gently laid Sirius on the ground and grabbed his wand out of his back pocket. A strange man arrived at the foot of the stairs, wand ready to defend against whatever intruder had shown up. Regulus stood there in front of his brother shakily determined to protect the injured boy. That is until the familiar and annoying voice and face of James appeared next to the strange man.
“What the- Regulus?”
Regulus just collapsed to his knees a sob ripping through his chest. They had made it. They were safe.