Runaway
August
Regulus never really was one to love a sunny room or a hot and clear day. He had always preferred a rainy day and a cold and dark room. He was often told it was a bit cliché seeing as he was always dressed in black with pale skin and dark black curls falling on the edges of his perfectly symmetrical face giving him a mysterious look.
His friends Barty, Evan and Dorcas always told him that he looked like a walking corpse (surely because he had purple eye bags due to his nonexistent sleep schedule). People were afraid to even gaze in his way. He wasn’t one to be outgoing. He didn’t strut in the corridors like his brother and his bestfriends.
No, Regulus was craving for his parent validation even if it was impossible to reach. He was the top student in every one of his classes. He was the best Seeker of the school and he was the Slytherin perfect Prefect. The teacher's favourite. But still all of this wasn’t enough for his dear parent.
For them he was a mistake like his brother who left two years ago. He could never be enough because he was always supposed to only be a spare they wouldn’t need and since they somehow found out he was gay they thought he was no need.
So Regulus had decided to leave this place if he wanted to really live. He had thought about it before. He had gone through every option where he could go a million times. Barty’s place was not one of them. His father was horrible and homophobic. Next he had thought about going to Evan and Panda’s but their parents were no better than his. He wasn’t going to leave a toxic household (if you could even call it a house) to join another. His other option was going to Dorcas’ but since last year they lived with their girlfriend and Regulus didn’t want to disturb them. So his last option, everything considered, was to follow in his brother's footsteps and go to the Potter’s.
Regulus' only problem was that he couldn’t bear Potter. He was like this hyperenergetic golden retriever who won’t stop jumping unless you give them your attention. Weirdly, the only moment Potter would stop being this stupid always happy guy was when he looked at Regulus. Regulus never really understood why Potter always stopped his sunny energy when making eye contact with him. When he looked away everything always came back to normal. Potter is the type of guy that everyone wants to date, everyone wants to be friends with him. Well everyone except for Regulus who seemed to be the only lucid person in this world. But despite all of this, the Potters’ manor was the safest place he could find. He already knew he would be welcomed. Sirius had told him a million times during the school year that the Potters would let him in whenever he was ready to come.
And that was today, a chilly night of mid august. Regulus had turned 17 over the summer which meant the trace was gone and had waited until his parents left for France to finally leave this horrid place that was 12th Grimmauld place. He went out through the front porch with his two luggage helpt by Kreacher. He couldn’t leave him here. That was his best friend so when he apparated he grabbed Kreacher by the arm and popped right in front of that red house.