Lost souls

Sirius:

The house was empty, the only people in the house were himself, regulus and their maid Lucinda, so Sirius didn’t know why the house felt so loud. Perhaps it was wallburga’s words echoing throughout the house. ‘The Bones’ are coming over tomorrow and you will propose to Amelia at dinner.’ Wallburga had said, but her words hadn’t quite settled in until now.

Sirius never liked the idea of getting married, he always thought that being attached to a certain someone until the day he dies sounded quite suffocating. So he wasn’t overly thrilled with this news.

It wasn’t that Sirius didn’t like Amelia, from what he knew (which was very little) she sounded great. But the problem was he didn’t love her. He had only known her for four months and spent even littler time with her. Plus, the time he did spend with her was often supervised by both their parents, and if Sirius was going to spend the rest of his life with someone it would have to be someone he loved otherwise what was the point.

The only reason he was being told to marry Amelia is because he has to produce an heir. Wallburga took this task very personally and had many women lined up to be Sirius’ possible new wife. She eliminated anyone with reoccurring diseases in their family line, and anyone who wasn’t ‘as perfect as he was’ which is what she had told him.

After a lot of narrowing down, wallburga decided Amelia Bones would be sirius’ wife and she wouldn’t hear no for an answer.

When Sirius had tried to protest she had simply slapped him and told him to think of the family and the role he soon has to play in it.

After this discussion he had headed to his room, hiding his tears from his mother because that would have made his punishment even more severe. She would have told him that Black’s don’t cry and don’t show emotion, she would have told him to toughen up and stop acting like a girl.

So ever since then he had been sitting at his desk staring into space. Regulus had come to check up on him and make sure he was alright, which was nice. Regulus could be quite nice when he wanted to.

Regulus and Sirius never attended a public school so they only really had each other as friends. They would spend hours talking to one another well into the night until krecher, their butler, would overhear them and tell their mother. That’s when they would receive their punishment for being ‘rebellious’ and ‘improper’. Sirius would always take the blame for regulus, no matter what. Regulus was always more sensitive as a kid and when he was punished he would cry, which never went well with wallburga. Lucky for regulus, he wasn’t the first born, and he wasn’t being forced to marry… yet.

But regulus had never really been into romance. Like when wallburga had all sirius’ possible wife’s over he hadn’t really even batted an eye at any of them.

Or like the time at narcissa’s birthday party, when everyone was doing spin the bottle and he refused to join in, claiming it was a stupid game anyway.

But if Sirius gets married then he shouldn’t have anything to worry about anyways because if Sirius can secure an heir, then regulus is pointless.

God, Sirius wishes that he was second born more than anything.

Sirius then starts thinking about his amazing life if he was a second born. He could shag whoever he wanted for a start and never have to marry them. He could move to somewhere new like Italy or England and he would never have to worry about coming home because there isn’t anything he needs to do. He can just sit on his lazy arse with a drink in his hand and watch the years drift by.

That’s when a loud smashing sound grabs Sirius’ attention. It sounded like it came from the kitchen so Sirius runs to the stairs to see if Lucinda dropped anything, or if she was hurt. As Sirius passes to get to the stairs he sees regulus stick his head out the door to probably do the same thing as Sirius. But when Sirius gets half way down the stairs that’s when he hears the scream.

This is the kind of scream that haunts peoples dreams.

The screech was so loud it could have probably smashed the windows, deafened people even. Sirius’ mind is flooding with thoughts and he couldn’t really just focus on one. His thoughts were so loud he genuinely thought they were being said out loud.

Wait, nope. Those were actual voices.

“Shit.” Sirius cursed under his breath as he turned to head quietly back up the stairs.

When Sirius reached the landing there was regulus, standing still with a face of pure horror and fear. It was almost as if he was to scared to move, Sirius hadn’t seen him like this since the time he missed his curfew when he was fourteen. He came in dripping with mud and his hair was soaked. When he tried to explain to wallburga she told him to shut up, and he did. She left him standing there in silence, trembling with fear for a good ten minutes before she struck him. She showed him no mercy, and as Sirius tried to get to him Orion just grabbed him and locked him in his room so he couldn’t stop it. Sirius didn’t get any sleep that night, how could he when regulus’ screams echoed throughout the house, and regulus’ pleading eyes were haunting his dreams.

Sirius broke away from his thoughts and grabbed regulus by his hand and dragged him into the nearest room, which happened to be wallburga’s powder room.

“What was that?” Regulus asked, but Sirius is pretty sure Regulus already new the answer to that.

“I don’t know, okay.” Sirius lied “But we’re not going anywhere until mum and dad get back.”

Orion and wallburga were at an art gallery opening for the night and weren’t expected to be back for another few hours so truth was Sirius was very much having a panic attack. He was trying to play it cool and show that he wasn’t stressed but regulus very much seen right through that and got more scared.

Regulus’ breathing was picking up fast and the voices were getting nearer, so Sirius panicked and opened up the wardrobe doors.

“Do you trust me?” Sirius whispered.

“Is that a genuine question sirius?” Regulus said with a raised voice. “Are you fucking joking of course I don’t and no offence but I’m pretty sure are maid has just been murdered by people that have broken into are house and are quite frankly still in our-“ Sirius covered his hand over Regulus’ mouth and slapped him over the back of the head.

“Yes regulus I’m aware people have broken into the house and if you don’t shut your big fat gob then we will both end up like poor Lucinda. Now I want you to trust me, understand?” Sirius asked and Regulus gave a nod of the head as an answer. “Good now I want you to hide in the wardrobe while I go down to the telephone and ring someone for help. Understand?” Again another head nod and with that Sirius helps Regulus get inside and shuts the wardrobes doors behind him.

“Sirius, please don’t do anything stupid.” Regulus said through the wardrobe doors as Sirius turned to leave the room.

“Of course.” Sirius replied shutting the powder room door behind him and trying to spot who was in the house because Sirius might have lied.

He was absolutely going to do something stupid.

Remus:

Remus was hungry.

He really hoped Peter had dinner ready when he came back because his stomach felt like fucking exploding.

Almost as if on queue, his stomach let a loud rumble free. It was so loud Marlene actually looked back at him with concern on her face.

“Remus lupin, please tell me you ate something before we broke into one of are enemies houses to steal something of theirs?” Marlene said giving him the ‘I'm not mad in just disappointed’ face his mother used to give him.

“You wouldn’t believe me anyways if I said I did, so what’s the point in lying.” Remus replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “I just really fucking hope peter’s got supper ready for when we get back.”

Marlene rolled her eyes out of exasperation before coming to a halt at the bottom of the stairs and turned to Remus. Everyone else seemed to stop as well and turned to Remus, waiting for their instructions.

“Okay, the main priority tonight is to get into the house, steal the locket, and leave without anyone realising. But as you can see,” remus said as he showed of his hands that were coved in the blood of a poor maid. “That’s already went to fuck.” As Remus said this he gave a look over to Gideon.

“What? It wasn’t my fault I couldn’t see her through the glass, the lighting in here is shit.” Gideon said defensively.

Remus hadn’t been intending on killing anyone tonight. For one, no one was supposed to be in the house apart from Orion and wallburga’s sons and Remus assumed they would be in bed because even though he didn’t know their exact ages, didn’t rich people have like a curfew or something, cause they need like beauty sleep or some shit? He had safely send a fake invitation to Orion and wallburga for an art gallery opening. Little did they know, that when they get to the address, James and lily will be waiting to kill them both. So it was safe to say when Remus saw the poor maid on the other side of the window he’d just smashed he panicked and slit her throat.

“Anyways,” Remus said with a roll of his eyes “Everyone keep your eyes peeled for anymore possible staff in the house. Now If the locket is going to be anywhere it will probably be in one of the rooms. So Fab and Gid, I want you two to look down stairs for any medicine that will help Mad eye, meanwhile Marls and Em I want you two to check the rooms. Please be careful though because apparently the blacks have two children, I don’t know their ages but I assume their asleep in their rooms. So no distractions Marlene.”

To this Marlene gave a very dramatic fake gasp and put her hand to her chest.

“Me? I would never get distracted.”

“I mean it Marls, anyway back to what I was saying, I’ll check the office upstairs for any documents or files on other death eaters or any possible upcoming meetings the death eaters have. Same goes for anyone else if you find something that might be useful, keep it and we’ll show mad eye later, when he wakes up. See that clock over there?” Remus asked pointing to it.

Everyone turned to face it and then back to Remus.

“When it strikes eleven, we meet back here, which gives us roughly twenty minutes to search the house and like I said before no distractions.” Remus said again giving another pointed look at Marlene.

Marlene rolled her eyes and the grabbed Emmeline’s arm.

“Come on Em, like Remus said, no dilly dallying.” And with that Marlene dragged her upstairs while Fabian and Gideon split up to cover down stairs.

Remus then followed Marlene and Emmeline upstairs and when they got to the landing they went their different ways.

The house was fucking huge and Remus was slightly worried that Fabian and Gideon would get lost downstairs, but he had no time to worry, he was here for one job and one job only.

When Remus finally found the office door and he pushed it open, with a knife in his other hand just in case. Remus moved inside and shut the door carefully behind him and made sure no one was in the room before he started looking about.

He tucked his knife into the belt at his hip and headed for the desk. He racked through every draw and examined every paper until something caught his eye. A large leather book was sitting in one of the compartments, which is weird for multiple reasons.

One, because there is literally a bookcase the height of a fucking giraffe in the office, which took Remus several minutes to convince himself not to look at every single book in the book case. Also there were no missing spaces in the book case that the book could fit into, so it must be looked at quite frequently. ‘The history of magic’ the book said in gold writing. Remus opened the leather bound book and started flicking through the pages quickly.

He came to a stop when he saw that one of the pages had been ripped out, which pained Remus a lot. Remus took note of the page number before it and flipped back to the context page. He found the page number and it was under the dark magic category, meaning so was the next page.

The page must have had importance if it had been ripped out, or maybe the blacks just didn’t want anyone finding out about it. Remus really didn’t know and as he pondered about it he all of a sudden got the feeling he was no longer alone.

Remus didn’t dare look up from the book, but he knew fine well someone was their and he was praying that they thought he didn’t notice them. But Remus very much knew they were there, so he discreetly reached for his knife. He pretended he was still reading the book but really he was looking at this persons feet in front of him. They had a wide stance, which genuinely meant they were either going to through a punch or hit him with something, either way Remus ducked in the nick of time.

Remus stood back up quickly and the boy In front of him looked quite shocked that Remus had ducked, almost as if he hadn’t expected him to be capable of that. The boy seemed a little off put and shaken now.

Oh, and also he was holding a fucking umbrella.

This dick had the fucking audacity to try and hit him with an umbrella, so Remus got rid of that quickly by sliding over the desk to be face to face with the boy, who was surprisingly older than Remus had expected. Then he placed his hands on the umbrella and kicked the cocky fucker right in the gut.

This made him stumble, and Remus chucked the umbrella away and then proceed to shove the bastard against the wall, with his knife to his throat.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house.” The boy says, wheezing slightly.

“Oh, I was just nipping in to use your toilet.” Remus replied in a sarcastic tone, but the boy looked genuinely confused. “Well obviously I’m breaking into your fucking house.” Remus said exasperated.

“Why though?” The boy asked looking a little pissed.

“Please, like I would tell you.” Remus said, but then Remus realised that on the neck of the boy, near were his knife was, was the locket. “Actually, do you know what, fine I will tell you, I’m here for that.” As he said it he pointed his finger to the locket.

“Well you’ll have to kill me first.”

“I’m not sure if your aware, but I am holding a knife to your throat at this very minute, so you see that would be quite easy.” Remus put a little more pressure on the knife. But truth was Remus really didn’t want to kill anyone, in all honesty he just wanted food, and the longer this took meant the longer it was till he got the food.

“Why?” The boy asked quietly, so quiet that you almost could have missed it.

“What?” Remus asked confused

“Why do you need the locket.”

“Look kid that’s kinda a long story that I don’t really want to get into.”

“I’m not a kid, I’m eighteen.”

“I- wait what, your eighteen?” Remus asked. He knew the boy was a little older than he expected but not that much older. “Christ, mad eye wasn’t joking when they said that rich people age like fine wine.”

He looked the boy up and down. He was a couple of feet shorter than him but had terrifyingly good posture. His hair was the most beautiful shade of raven he had ever seen and it was so long and luscious, Remus wanted to just run his hands through it.

Nope, no he didn’t.

His dark hair framed his gorgeously pale face, so pale it looked like winter snow. But the thing that caught Remus’ attention most, was his untouched skin. Remus was aware he had many scars on his face, it wasn’t exactly a secret, but the boys face in front of him was so perfect and so untouched it looked unreal. Like it was a crime for someone to be so utterly perfect.

“Well you must be quite rich as well then because you don’t look that much older than me, far to young to be committing crime.” The boy said

“Hilarious I’m sure, but I have know idea what your on about.”

“What? So your telling me if I go down to my kitchen right now I won’t see my maid dead on the floor.”

“Why ever would you say that?”

“Well for one, you did already admit to breaking into the house and two the blood on your hands might suggest otherwise.”

“Oh no this isn’t what you think it is, it’s actually pigs blood. It’s a part of the recipe for my amazing skin moisturiser.” Remus said as he smeared the blood from his free hand all over his face. “See? I look the same age as you but I’m actually old enough to be your dad.”

“Speaking of my dad, I don’t mean to alarm you and whatever master plan you have but, him and my mother will be home soon and you will be sent to be executed.” The boy said with a triumphant smirk.

“Really, will they be home soon.” Remus said in a mocking tone.

“Yes, like I said, they will,” as he said it the clock from down stairs chimed eleven. “Actually the should be here any moment now.”

So Remus and the boy stood their for a couple of minutes, and as the minutes went on, the boys cocky smile started to get slightly more worried, as their was no sound coming from down stairs. This only filled Remus with more joy. Oh, how he loves it when his plans work.

“What’s the matter? Are mummy and daddy never tardy?” Remus mocked.

“What have you done to them.”

“Me? Nothing, wouldn’t dream of it.”

That’s when a loud, girlish scream broke them out of conversation and soon Emmeline and Marlene were barging through the door the a boy in their arms, similar to the boy under Remus’ knife. He was putting up a fight to be fair, throwing his legs about everywhere, but Marlene and Emmeline had tight grip on him, so it was safe to say he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Found this one hiding in a wardrobe.” Says Emmeline

“And I see you found the other one, and would you look at that, the cheeky little buggers got the locket and everything.” Marlene said as she pointed to the other boy.

“Well isn’t this going to be fun?” Fabian said as he entered the room, Gideon right behind him. Both grinning like a kid on Christmas.

Regulus:

10 minutes earlier:

Regulus was going to fucking die.

He had come to that realisation about ten minutes ago and he also came to the realisation that Sirius is probably dead already.

Sirius hadn’t came back, which lead regulus to think he very much did do something stupid even after regulus had told him not to, but yet again, when has Sirius ever done something Regulus has told. Actually Sirius never does anything anyone tells him. In fact he does the complete opposite.

So Sirius is most likely fighting with one of the intruders, or better yet, dead on the floor because he has been killed by one of the intruders.

Regulus couldn’t stress to much on the situation at the moment because he had a bigger one.

He had been listening to two voices travelling up and down the corridors for about 15 minutes now. From what he could tell, it sounded like two females, and they didn’t sound much older that regulus himself.

Regulus knew that they were checking in every room, and just by chance, the room Regulus happened to be hiding in seemed like there last stop.

He realised this about seven minutes ago, and has been spending the time ever since debating on what he should do.

He could run for it right now, but there was multiple problems with that.

One, Regulus knew these two people weren’t they only intruders, and making a run for it may mean running into them, and if that happens, Regulus is very much dead for and would have been better off in the wardrobe, waiting for his death.

Two, there’s Sirius. If regulus made a run for it, it would mean he wouldn’t have time to search for Sirius and Regulus could never leave him behind because he would feel to guilty and too heartbroken. Also because Sirius never left without him. Sirius has always hated his mum and dad and the house, and he had multiple changes to leave the abusive household. But he never did, because Regulus was never ready.

Sirius refused to leave without him, and to put it quite frankly, Regulus was a pussy and could never get the courage to leave. So Sirius told him he would wait for him, as long as he needed. So what kind of brother would it make Regulus if he left Sirius in the house within two seconds, when Sirius had spent years waiting for Regulus so they could leave together.

And three, Regulus was very much still a pussy and would never be able to have the courage to leave the wardrobe, let alone the house.

The other option was that regulus could fight the intruders. The Blacks had always been taught self defence, but Orion took it to the next leave. Sure any person half of Regulus’ height could beat him up, but if you gave Regulus a knife, he would be able to hold his own and possibly kill them. But Regulus had no knifes on him, and would be dead before he could probably even search for any.

The voices were leaving the room next door now and Regulus knew this would be it. He would rather they just kill him and get it over and done with instead of going through the humiliation. If Wallbugra saw him caught she would probably laugh and deny that he was her son, too embarrassed to let anyone know that the disappointment known as Regulus Black, belonged to her.

The door opened quite quietly and that’s when the voices began. Regulus pushed himself to the tiny little gap between the wardrobe doors to get a better look at his possible murders.

He was correct, they were both in fact women and they didn’t look much older that him, possibly ages with Sirius.

Regulus started holding his breath in for longer, so that the intruders hopefully wouldn’t hear him because as much as Regulus had come to terms with the fact he was going to die, he still was fucking scared and would very much not die at all.

“The locket has to be in here, otherwise I might just tear my own hair out and give up.” One of the intruders says, heading for Wallburga’s vanity while the other goes for the draws at the side of the room.

The two women couldn’t be more different if they tried. One had hair a shade like regulus’ own hair and it was tied into a beautiful long braid that went all the way down to her hips. Her eyes were hooded and dark like the night. She looked quite average height but the other girl must have been the same height as regulus, standing at maybe 5,9 or 5,10. She had shorter hair, cut to her shoulders with curtain bangs that framed her face. Her hair was sandy blonde but had the most beautiful natural highlights, probably from the sun, with gorgeous hazel eyes to match.

Regulus watched as the two women racked through the draws and compartments, wondering just what the fuck they were looking for. Regulus supposes he should just be happy their not looking for him.

“Ooooo, hello.” The blonde on says holding up a pair of Wallburga’s emerald earrings.

“Marlene, Remus said no distractions.” The raven haired one said.

“Oh relax Em would you, because I do believe Remus also said, take anything that could be useful.”

“Do tell me, how are those useful?”

The blonde one, apparently called Marlene, paused, looking like she was trying to think of an answer. “Because they would look lovely on me.” She finally said with a sarcastic, little smirk.

The raven haired on apparently called Em, rolled her eyes and then went back to looking through the vanity.

Meanwhile, Marlene seemed to look as though she was a kid in a sweet shop. Lifting up all Wallburga’s necklaces and bracelets, and putting them all on before checking herself out in the vanity mirror. Em, was clearly getting pissed by this, as this Marlene girl was obviously not doing her job.

“Oh for fuck sake Marlene, we get it, you look dead fancy and rich with the bloody jewellery on but me and you both know that’s not why we’re here. So can we please pick up the fucking pace, I don’t care if you are keeping those or not but make your decision now because we need to be down stairs in a couple of minutes and I am not being late, because Remus is already cranky enough as it is but the fact that he also hasn’t eaten scares me because you and me both know he will be ten times scary if he hasn’t had a meal in him.” Em says, shouting at Marlene like a disappointed parent.

“Jeez, no need to shout.” Marlene said looking at Em as if she’s mental, and to this Em just walks over to the draws to look through them again with a pissed expression on her face.

Marlene then starts taking off all the jewellery she had on and shows it in her bra. Em looks over at her as if she’s lost the plot.

“What? It’s for precaution.” Marlene said answering the question in Em’s expression.

They start looking again and it’s clear that whatever it is they are looking for, isn’t there.

“Fuck! There’s nothing here.” Em says, as she angrily kicks her foot at the side of her draws.

“Hey, Em it alright. There’s no point in getting worked up. Remus has probably found the locket in the office, or maybe Orion or Wallburga even had it on, in which case that means James and Lily might have it. Look either way we will have the locket by the end of the night. Trust me ok.” Marlene said bring Em into a comforting hug.

The locket? The only locket regulus knows about is the one that Orion gave Sirius on his 18th birthday.

“Protect this with all your life. It’s not just any old locket, it’s an heirloom that was passed to me from an old friend. He told me to protect it with all my life and now it time for you to honour him by doing the same.” Orion had said.

Wallburga and Orion, never gave them gifts, so something about the locket felt special to Sirius. It was like a reminder that somewhere deep down in his parents dark hearts, they did still care about their children.
So for about half a year sirius has never taken it off. He hadn’t taken it off even to sleep or shower, almost like if he took it off it would be in danger and his job was to protect it. I’m other words Regulus was sure Sirius just wanted to make his dad proud and Regulus knows the feeling.

But why would they want it? For one the locket couldn’t even open, Sirius and Regulus had tried it so many times but I wouldn’t budge. So it was practically pointless.

And that’s when it hit him.

He didn’t know what they wanted with the locket, but he did know that he very much needed to sneeze.

Oh sweet suffering Jesus, this was how he was going to die, regulus thought. He was going to die because he fucking sneezed and gave away his hiding spot.

Regulus was doing everything in his power to stop the sneeze from happing, but he was very aware his breathing was getting louder because of it.

Regulus had moved away from the gap in the doors, so he could no longer see what was going on, but he was praying that they were rapping up this lovely little bonding hug so that they could leave already.

It had gone pretty quiet outside, and all regulus could hear was his breathing. He was just praying to god that he was the only one hearing his breathing.

“Come on Em we better get going.” Marlene said, and with that Regulus heard footsteps, then a door opening and closing.

Regulus finally let himself sneeze, feeling a sense of relief.

They hadn’t found him, he wasn’t going to die, he was going to make it out alive.

And with that the wardrobe doors flew wide open and before Regulus knew it, two pairs of hands were pulling him out the wardrobe and let out an embarrassing girlish scream.

“Your a sneaky little fucker, aren’t you?” Marlene said with a smirk on her face.

Yup, spoke too soon, regulus thought. He was most definitely going to die tonight.

Present time:

Regulus was kicking his legs about like there was no tomorrow, attempting to break free from the two intruders grasp.

“This would go a lot fucking faster if you would stop kicking your fucking legs.” Em said slapping regulus across the back of the head, which was something Sirius always used to do, when he was being a little shit.

Regulus didn’t stop kicking his legs regardless.

They were taking him into his fathers study, and when they entered he saw Sirius with a guy who was holding a knife to his neck.

Which ok, wasn’t the best situation ever, but at least he’s alive.

“Found this one hiding in a wardrobe.” Em said. Soon too more intruders were entering the room. What was this, a fucking house party?

“Put him down, or I swear to god I’ll…” Sirius said, practically spitting the words out.

“Or you’ll what, exactly, you can’t do anything.” The guy said, clearly trying to piss Sirius off, and it was working to be fair.

“Look I can see that your both reasonable people,” said the guy, who stood a couple of feet taller than Sirius. “So why don’t you just hand over the locket, and then we’ll be on are way.”

“Like I said you’ll have to kill me first.” Sirius said with confidence.

“Oh no, there will be no need for that, I’ve already done enough killing for to night. But that doesn’t mean I can’t still torture someone.”

“Go for it, torture me all you want, but in still not giving up this locket.”

To this the tall guy gave a knowing smile. “Who said I would be torturing you.” And with that he looked over to Marlene and Em, and before he knew it Em had a dagger to his throat, tipping his head back. Marlene held him in place with painfully tight grip, and boy, did regulus hate being the fucking bate.

“You put a single scar on his body, and I swear to fuck, you will never see daylight again.” Sirius said.

“Is that so?” The tall guy said sarcastically, gesturing for Em to do something. So Em took the dagger and moved it to hover over his cheek. She was just about to cut him, when two more people came flooding into the room.

The first was a girl with beautiful, red locks of hair, like a burning camp fire. Her eyes were a gorgeous colour of green, almost emerald, and they reflect the light from the streets. She seemed to be holding up a limping man, who was very clearly in pain.

The man’s doubled over holding his leg like it’s hanging off. Regulus couldn’t really get a good look at him because of his position, but when he stood up straight, Regulus was sure his heart stopped beating.

He quickly looked away, trying not to think about the beautiful boy, with dark chocolate eyes that had specks of gold in them.

“We need to go now!” The red head said, speaking directly at the tall guy. “Wallburga’s most likely on her way here right now.”

“Why?” Marlene asked. “Lily what’s the fuck did yous two do?”

“We'll explain everything back on the ship.” The red head girl, apparently called lily said.

Wait what, a ship? That must mean that these people are…

As if reading his mind sirius bursts out and says. “PIRATES, i fucking knew you were pirates.” And to that the red head and the other guy who Regulus was trying to forget about look at Sirius and then Remus with pure confusion.

“It’s a long story ok, but like you said, if wallburga’s coming back right now then we should probably make a run for it.” The tall guy said.

“What about these two?” Em said still with her dagger hovering over his face.

“Bring them too, we can let Mad eye deal with them.”

And oh fuck, yup regulus changed his mind. The only thing worse than dying in his own house, would be dying at fucking sea but it looks like that is exactly what’s going to happen.

Brilliant, just brilliant.