i want to go home
Why did i do that. Why did i do that.
it doesn't matter. He felt bad for leaving his brother. But it was to protect him, If he wasn't there then there was less trouble and Regulus wouldn't get hurt because of him. Regulus couldn't be used against him. No more Sirius to mess everything up.
At that moment he collapsed onto the concrete floor, crying out in pain and muttering curses. That's what you get really, taking three rounds of the cruciatus curse. At least he was out of that wretched house. All he needed to do would be to find a fireplace and floo to James'. Easy enough. He scrambled to his feet, rubbing the side of his torso; barely able to walk anymore. It was hard not to pass out whenever his stomach lurched; violently because he thought he saw a family member across the street. Yup easy.
He stumbled to a house in which he knew lived wizards, it was a grand house- bright- unlike the others on the dull streets around it. He put up his best facade, trying to look like he wasn't in severe pain (but oh boy he was).
He knocked on the door three times.
1
This is his only hope, he can't apperate yet; so that's out of the question.
2
What is they owled his mother. No they wouldn't. But they could. What would Regulus do? He'd cower away, probably; Sirius wasn't sure he knew his brother anymore.
3
They might not even be in. They had to be. He would break the door down, he couldn't go back there, he'd rather die.
The door opened.
"Hello darling, what are you doing here so late, on Christmas eve too?" An old woman asked, concerned.
Sirius plastered his most charming smile across his face, "Sorry for bothering you, i need to use the floo network." He paused, grimacing in pain, then quickly said, "If that's okay" In the most sickly, sweet voice ever; Sirius felt vomit rise in his throat.
"Of course dear, though may i ask why you cannot use your own?" She squeaked, leading the boy through the house to her fireplace.
Sirius nearly snapped, 'IT'S NON OF YOUR BUSINESS IS IT?' were the first words that came to mind. Instead he just shrugged as she left the room.
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and reached for a bag on the wall.
"James Potter." He whispered into the bright green flames as he threw a handful of powder into it. The crackling noises soothing his fears.
He was going home.
Regulus wants to go home. Now.
He wants the smell of the candles in the great hall. The chattering of his friends surrounding him. The thrill of gliding through the air to avoid blugders in Quidditch. The quiet, relieving atmosphere of the library as he studies. He wants Hogwarts.
Currently, he was sitting through another of his mother's lectures about how bad of an example Sirius was. Frankly it was boring. It's not like he cared about his brother the guy anyway, he left Regulus to rot. It hadn't even been three hours since Sirius had made a break for it, and yet he already knew the speech off by heart; everytime she sat down to talk to him her words sounded in his ears like he was having the time of his life at a concert.
Except he wasn't enjoying life. Quite the opposite.
Soon he'd be back at hogwarts. Five days. Five. If he could survive that long.
He began writing a letter to Sirius in his mind- maybe he would actually write and send it, maybe not- he was unsure on what he would even say. He could act pissed off, 'why did you leave me?' and leave tear stains on the paper but it didn't make much sense, Regulus knew why he left. It was a good reason but Regulus couldn't accept it. Couldn't accept the fact that his parents were horrible people.
His mother snapped her fingers infront of his face.
"... get that?" She finshed unaware that Regulus wasn't listening.
"Yes mother." He replied, almost robotically.
She shooed him out of the room, it seemed empty now even though two people occupied it. Walpurga sighed.
Regulus turned around halfway through the doorframe, "Have i done something wrong, mother?" He whispered trying not to whimper at the possibility that he might of upset her.
"No no," She said; thinking of something, "we will be busy tommorrow, can you pack your trunk?" Though it was more of a 'do this or else' than a request
Oh of course.
Tommorrow was the feast. Surely nothing could go wrong with that, all he had to do was say hello to a few people and eat. Right?