chapter 11
They say it’s the first hit that hurts the hardest. However, in Regulus’ case it’s always been the fifth. By five he always has hope, hope for it to be over. No matter how many times he has been through this the boy still has hope. But then comes the fifth and it always feels harder. He doesn’t know how long his mother has been going at him both verbally and physically, but he knows it’s been long enough for bruises already being formed.
He knows she has her own ring on by the taste of blood that floods his mouth. Regulus feels like he’s going to be sick. The metal taste always made him feel sick. First it was just the scent when he knew it was Sirius who was being hurt. But ever since he left the punishment was passed down to him.
Regulus knew he had to keep consciousness. He tried to think. He thought wow it’s going to be painful to cover up the bruises. He wondered I wonder how much money mamon is going to pay the servants to keep quite this time. He queried I hope lily’s ok. Her mum didn’t seem happy. What if she’s in the same position. I need to get to her. And then, James. What about James.
“Regulus Black C’est la dernière fois que vous apportez la honte à notre famille,”
Wow she’s talking in French she really is pissed.
“Marquez mes paroles, vous ne sortirez pas indemne”
“Je suis déjà blesse,” yea that was the wrong response. Regulus knew it was the wrong response. But this was one of the many moments in his life where he truly did not care. he did not care if his mother got too angry, if her hits got too hard. If she went so far that she killed him. Regulus wanted to die anyway. He was already dead. He lost James, his sun, the only light in his life. The planet can last eight minutes without the son. Regulus Black can’t last eight seconds without his.
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James was close to hyperventilating when his father found him.
“Dear boy are you quite alright,”
“Papa,” he turned, falling flat on his face in shock. Fleamont knelt in front of him and reached his hands out in support.
“Beta are you quite happy in this arrangement,”
“Papa manae?”
“Your engagement to Ms. Evans I fear it’s not bringing you much joy,”
“Oh well marriage isn’t about joy is it really. You know that right,”
Fleamont laughed as he shook his head, “James all I want is your happiness, surely your mother would have told you that,”
“Yes, but papa-“
“But nothing. I have been a fool son I admit. I wanted you to marry Evans,”
“Then I shall,”
“No, you shall not,” his father said sternly, “yes, I wanted you to marry Lily but only because I believed you were keen on her. I know notice your eyes have been elsewhere,”
“Dad,”
“Sirius brother if I’m not wrong,”
James paused, ”You’re not,”
Fleamont smiled helping James to his feet, “Then go get him son. Go get him. I never want you to compromise any part of your life for me. Do you understand James,”
James smiled as relief flood over his shoulders, “Hae Papa Hae,”
“Good, good,” Fleamont smiled bringing James into a hug. And he was ok, all the stress of not wanting to disappoint his father, it all just fell away, he was ok.
The moment was broken up by a footman, standing a couple paces ahead with a silver platter.
“Pardon me sirs but viscount Potter you have been called into the main chapel,” James pulled away from his father to give the man a strange look.
“By whom?”
“Regulus Black,”