Fate

10:39am

Remus and Sirius were the only ones up in the morning, waiting for Peter and James to wake from their slumber after the unhinged party they had the night before. After Remus and Sirius were finished with their devotion to each other in the Ravenclaw dormitories, they sneaked back into the party feeling slightly overconfident that nobody had been suspicious of their whereabouts, where most of the students were either tipsy, blind drunk, or black-out drunk passed out on the floor. 

The two boys had established that they had no regrets from the development last night, and they wanted to continue on with their secret attachment to each other. Remus had known of his feelings ever since a rough full moon a few months ago, back in June. 

He had woken up the morning after in a fright, feeling the pain from every inch of his skin. His shoulders screamed with pain. Deep gashes along his side burned as the air touched them. Remus’ entire body was sore. His head felt like he was getting pounded by a hammer. Remus had thought the boys had all gone by the morning like they usually do and waited for him in Pomfrey’s care, so he cried. He just cried, and cried. The Whomping Willow was filled with the wailing from the damaged teenager. Every morning after a full moon was when he was at his most vulnerable, he couldn’t find anywhere else to show his exposed side, so he let it all out, letting all the pain storm out through his tears. He cried until he couldn’t anymore. And that’s when he realised the touch of someone on his back, soothing him. Remus whipped his head around, his cheeks glistening from the tears, eye to eye with the former Black heir. 

Remus tried to speak, but he felt as if he had swallowed a cup of gravel, his throat burned and ached. He cleared his throat to the best of his abilities. “Wha-what are you doing here?” Remus’ eyebrows were furrowing, feeling the dread of embarrassment and confusement bubble up in his stomach. “I never left,” Sirius simply replied, “I knew this was a bad one for you, so I just wanted to stay with you. I didn’t want you to be alone.” Sirius didn’t know why this full moon had been rougher than usual for Remus, he just knew the wolf had been extremely agitated. As Padfoot, he had tried to get Moony to romp playfully like they usually did, but the wolf had been aggressive, pinning him several times and growling at his discomfort. “Sleep, Moony. You need it. I’m not going anywhere.” Sirius whispered, wiping away the leaked tears softly.

Now, Remus lay uncomfortably in the shack falling back to sleep soundly, covered with a blanket Sirius had nicked from the Gryffindor common room. Sirius saw the blood from the other boy’s cuts oozing into the fabric. Sirius sat beside the wooden bed, moving from his previous position, now wringing out the linen from the bowl of warm water before proceeding to wipe some of the blood from Remus’ stomach– one of the many injuries that had been obtained from the night before. 

He had just finished cleansing one of the nastier cuts when he felt Remus begin to stir from his quick slumber. Sirius quickly put the linen down and took hold of Remus’ hand. 

“Shh, everything’s okay. I’m right here, Moony.”

“Mmh..everything h-hurts.”

Sirius smoothed Remus’ fringe away from his face with his free hand. “Last night was rough, you tore yourself up pretty badly. But Madam Pomfrey will be here soon, you’ll be right as rain in no time.”

Remus tried to focus on Sirius’ face. “Why are you here?” He was getting worried. “Where are the others? Did I hurt anyone? Please say I didn’t hurt anyone.” His voice was above a whisper but not loud enough to consider it as a normal speaking dynamic. 

“I would never leave you like this, Merlin, no.” Sirius squeezed his hand. “Where else would I be? Prongs and Wormtail are in bed sleeping, We all got a few scratches but nothing major. You didn’t hurt anyone, Moony. I promise.”

Remus turned his head away, he didn’t speak for a few moments. When he finally did, his voice was rough and laced with guilt. “I’m sorry, Pads. I truly can’t remember anything. I’m sorry I hurt you all. I hate- I hate this thing I become. This monster.” 

“Stop it, Remus. You didn’t hurt us. You’re not a monster. How can you say such a thing? No, Moony. You have a condition, but that doesn’t make you a bloody monster. You are the best man I know and I’m damn lucky to have the pleasure of meeting you; we all are, okay?” Sirius reassured, his eyes scanning Remus’ making sure he got every last word. 

Remus was playing with the seams of the blanket as a distraction from his stomach blowing up from Merlin-knows-what. “Thank you. For everything.” He had those feelings in his stomach before, or he had unknowingly smiled, and warmth floods his stomach whenever Sirius said a goofy joke, or had all his attention drawn to Remus, or whenever their hands mistakenly touched, or moments like these, where Sirius looked after Remus and cared for his new scars. He fought off these emotions, saying to himself they were just teenage hormones, he was just confused with his sexuality, marking it off as a phase. But they hadn’t gone away. At this moment, he accepted them. He accepted what his emotions for the former Black heir was. He was, no doubt, head over heels for Sirius Black. 

“Hey, you okay?” 

Remus opened his eyes again, coming into view of the marvellous boy in front of his eyes, tiredly smiling. They were laying side by side in Sirius’ bed, duvet stripped from the bed from moving around in their sleep. “Amazing, now that I’m with you.” Remus uttered, seeing the other boy’s cheeks flush. Sirius let out a sleepy sigh. “Merlin, your eyes look so beautiful in this sunlight.”  

“You can’t keep getting away with saying things like that, Sirius.” Remus whispered, reaching up to rub his hand across his heated cheek, his gaze downcast.

“Watch me,” Sirius whispered back, his chin resting on his hand, he leaned forward to grin at him playfully, but with earnest affection. 

Remus huffs out an amazed laugh and reaches out to curl his hand around Sirius’ hip, dragging him in until they’re pressed together with the wolf’s other hand caught in between their chests. They lazily pressed their lips together, Sirius’ fingers skating down Remus’ back trailing lousy patterns. Sirius silently rested his head on his lover’s shoulder, closing his eyes. 

“What is it?” Remus automatically knew something was on Sirius’ mind, the way his mind runs from one thought to another quicker than lightning. “I- I’m just a little worried about James. Did you see him take his meds yesterday?” 

“I think so, yeah. A few months ago, when things got bad, he asked me to hide them so he didn’t drown them in the toilet again. Why? Has something happened?” Remus absentmindedly was stroking Sirius’ hair down to where they rested on his shoulders whilst trying not to lose all sense of emotion from worrying about James. 

“I don’t think so, remember last night. He was downing the alcohol quite quickly after seeing Evans with that random guy. I dunno, it’s probably nothing, I’m just being silly.” Sirius sighed out, frustrated with himself. 

“Pads, it’s okay to worry about James. I do, Wormy does, and you can as well. That’s what friend’s do. We’ll be there for James more than ever now, and we’ll do our best to make sure he’s happy where he is. And if he’s not, well then, we’ll do our best to make him feel good again” He tenderly touched Sirius’ jaw and used the strength to make Sirius look at him. “So none of that ‘I'm just being silly’ talk. Okay?” Remus mimicked, getting a slight chuckle out of the boy next to him. 

Thankfully, it was the weekend so they had no lessons to get to. They laid next to each other, talking carelessly about any thought that popped into their heads for the next few hours. It was now nearly creeping up to lunch time, so Sirius gave Remus the pleasure to wake the boy’s up. Remus gave him a death stare. Remus stalked to the curtains and pushed them open. “Rise and shine, boys! Time to get your lazy arse’s up.” He shouted with fake enthusiasm.  

A chorus of mumbles were heard from Peter’s bed, declaring that he was awake from Remus’ shouting. “I’ll be up soon, gimme five minutes.” He slurred, moving into a comfier position.  Not a sound had been heard from James. Sirius and Remus gave each other a worrying look, hoping it was nothing. Remus walked over to James’ bed, where only his fluff of curls could be seen. “Jamesy, sleeping time is over, come on.” Remus lightly shook James, and he heard under his breath, “Piss off,” watching James turn to the other side of the bed. Sirius roared out a laugh, never failing chuckling from James’ half-asleep presence. He gained that as triumph. 

Sirius sneaked over to James’ side undiscovered. He gave it a minute, then he pranced onto James, jumping up and down, scaring the living daylights out of him. “What the bloody hell are you doing?!” James was annoyed that his peaceful sleep had been disturbed. He wasted no time in smashing a pillow at Sirius. James was known as a lightweight at parties, never getting up the morning after. “What does it look like?” Sirius was still making a racket. James was unlucky in the chances of throwing him off his bed, still in his sleep haze. After a few moments of Sirius attacking James’ bed, he didn’t miss the possibility of getting Padfoot off his bed. He was pretending to wipe the tiredness out of his eyes when he launched himself at Sirius’ legs, picking him up and heaving the lump on his shoulder. “Let me go! You absolute heaven!– Moony, help.” Sirius pleaded, trying to wriggle his way out of James’ strong hold on him. 

Remus put his hands up like a surrender, “Hey, you asked for this.” Peter was just comically watching this whole situation lying comfortably in his bed, not knowing his oncoming doom. James marched himself into the middle of the dorm, a smirk plastered onto his face. “Sorry Pete.” James muttered as he sprinted full on and threw Sirius into Peter’s bed and belly flopped onto the squashed Peter and the sleep-wrecker Sirius. They all were shaking with laughter, as well as Remus, nearly into tears.   

12.45pm

The Great Hall was quite more chatty than usual, seeing as in a few hours will be the first Quidditch match of the year. It also makes everybody more energetic as the match was Slytherin V Gryffindor. James was piling up a stack of food on his plate whilst giving all the Gryffindors on the Quidditch team a lecture of how good they would have to be, where they had to be positioned, talking them through tactics, urging them to not fall for whatever rough play’s the Slytherin team has in store. 

The Slytherin table was as loud, but Regulus didn’t listen to what the captain was saying. He knew what he had to do, he was an exceptional seeker player. Ever since getting in the team in second year, nobody had replaced him. In tryouts, he had dazzled the team with his swift skills and amazing tactics, even surprising the judges with a Sloth Grip Roll to avoid an oncoming bludger. “You’ll do great, mate. We believe in you.” Barty said, clapping on his back. He failed to see the flinch from the younger Black brother. “Thanks.”

On the opposite side of the Great Hall, he saw Pandora’s shiny blonde hair poke out from the lively chatter of the students. She gave him a spirited thumbs up, mouthing the words “I believe in you!” Regulus gave his best friend a radiant smile in return, never missing the glint in her eyes. Pandora had always given Regulus hope for the Quidditch matches– she knew how anxious and fearful he became before the match, so she tried her best, from giving him one of her famous pep talks to a small act of kindness, even a smile from her would tell Regulus everything he needed to hear. His eyes drifted away from Pandora as she sat back down, enjoying her lunch with her peers, and they landed onto the Gryffindor seeker. James bloody Potter.

James was in his Quidditch gear, as was Regulus, but he looked ever so perfect in those clothes. He looked perfect in everything. He couldn’t wear anything wrong, even if James was in a hippogriff costume, Regulus would be sure he’d look dazzling as always. With that grin that speaks a hundred words, his non-stop talking that even amuses Regulus at times, his atrocious hair that spirals out of control, and his dreadful jokes that he’ll never admit would make a small grin appear on his face. Regulus thought everything about James was breath-taking, and nothing could change his mind otherwise. 

1:45pm

All the Quidditch players were floating in the air, waiting for Madam Hooch’s whistle to signal the start of the game. The majority of the Hogwarts students were all on the stands shouting and cheering in anticipation which raised the spirits of the players. James was embedded with confidence, not a single anxious bone in his body. Whilst Regulus was a different story, his broom was shaking from the grasp he had on it, sweat filtered his forehead even though the match hadn’t even started yet. He knew he was overthinking everything, but he had to do his best. He can’t let anyone down. In particular, his Mother. It was the first match of the season. Against the Gryffindor’s which makes the situation even worse. What if he loses, and his parents find out that the Gryffindors defeated them because he was too slow to catch the snitch in time. What if he gets taken out by a stupid bludger? What if the wind makes him lose control of his broom and he falls off? What if the-

The whistle went, and all the Quidditch balls flew up simultaneously, as the players whizzed past each other with great force. Regulus flew up higher than anyone else, racking the pitch for the sight of something shiny and golden. James had reached where Regulus was, as he was a seeker as well. “Fancy seeing you here.” James shouted through the thick air. The wind was so turbulent, nobody could hear them from how high they were above from anyone else. “No shit, Potter.” Regulus bluntedly replied, scanning the pitch for any sign of the golden snitch. He won’t get distracted by James. His mind only had thoughts for Quidditch. 

“Let’s have a good game. I mean, don’t get your hopes up, cause Gryffindor is obviously gonna win.” James smirked, basking in overconfidence. 

“Merlin, I forget you’re an arrogant bastard sometimes.” Regulus muttered.  He flew a few metres away from the other boy in hopes to find the pesky little ball, and to stop getting diverted from Quidditch, which was his main task. “Come on, le-”

Whatever James said, Regulus couldn’t hear because his eyes had caught a singular glimpse of the golden snitch. In no time he was soaring swiftly through the air to his only target– with no doubt was James following behind him. Regulus was still on the tail of the golden snitch, he kept on moving right to left, and left to right so James couldn’t come up next to him. In the distance he could hear the commentators commenting on his and James’ position, “The two seekers, James Potter and Regulus Black, are on the snitch! Who will catch it first? I repeat, the two seekers are on the snitch!”  From Regulus’ peripheral vision, he could see a Bludger making its way towards him and James, he hoped to death it would pass by. He took a quick look behind him, the Gryffindor seeker behind him dodged the Bludger, falling off track to Merlin knows where. Regulus didn’t know where James’ had gone, but that didn’t matter anymore. Suddenly, the snitch took a hard turn downwards to the ground, Regulus was still chasing it. He felt as if he were plummeting to his death. Most of the people in the stands had become silent, too entrapped watching the scenario play out with Regulus and the snitch. 

Regulus kept on going closer and closer towards the ground when he lifted himself forward with all his might, still hunting the snitch. “Did Regulus Black just attempt to do the Wronski Feint and succeed?! Yes he did, Witches and Wizards!” The commentator shouted, shock showing in his voice. Regulus’ hand was about to clasp the Golden Snitch, he was so sure he was going to win, when James Potter obviously had to crash into his side. Now they were both racing, their hands in front of them desperately trying to seize the ball, knocking into one another to take the lead. All at once, their legs got tangled together, both tumbling from their brooms onto the ground. Regulus and James collapsed onto each other from their painful fall. After a few minutes, Regulus stood up feeling the sore ache on his shoulder. All the Slytherin stands were jumping wild, confusement was boiling in his stomach. 

He felt something in his palm. 

It was the Golden Snitch. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Regulus Black has caught the golden snitch, earning Slytherin 150 points! Slytherin wins!” 

The Slytherin stands corrupted with cheerful shouting and screaming, waving their house colours around, the Slytherin students were shouting Regulus’ name in the stands. Regulus felt greatly pleased with himself, showing everybody the Golden Snitch in his hand. “Congratulations.” James smiled at Regulus. Even though he hadn’t won, he was delighted with the tactics Regulus had managed to play out. 

Regulus had no chance to answer before he was getting hoisted up on his teammates shoulders, joining in the after-match celebrations. He glanced towards the Gryffindor stands with no answer to what he was looking for. Before he knew it, he was locking eyes with his brother. It looked like Sirius was happy– no, that couldn’t be right. They hated each other. Didn’t they? Regulus certainly did. His brother revealed a smile– of course not. Regulus was just imagining it. It was a simple illusion. He thought nothing of it, and returned his concentration back towards the Slytherins and their Quidditch celebrations. 

9:49pm

The Slytherins had thrown a celebration party to celebrate their Quidditch match with Regulus being the guest of honour for catching the Golden Snitch. There were lots of intoxicated drinks that had been smuggled from Hogsmead, deafening music filled the Common Room with Slytherin’s dancing ragingly to the beat of the song with the smell of sweat and teenagers stunk the room up with random Slytherins Regulus hadn’t even spoken to before saying congratulations. Quite frankly, Regulus still hated parties, even if he was the guest of honour. He lurked around for a few more minutes before sneaking out undetected, wanting to be alone, or with James. No, stop it.  

He wandered up to the Astronomy Tower. He always found comfort in the Astronomy Tower, gazing up at the stars, he knew each star one by one. Just name it, he’ll point it to you and give you some facts to go with it. Ever since Sirius had been disowned, Regulus always liked to look at the Sirius star– funny that, the brightest star in the night sky, the name translates to ‘glowing’ in Greek. Regulus found comfort in just watching the Sirius star. It was a clear night, and the moon was waxing, about half full, and the sky overhead was littered with stars. Regulus looked up automatically, as he had done so many times as a child, and looked for his star, then Sirius’. Connected through space even when they had never been so far apart. He knew he couldn’t talk to his brother after everything that happened, but he could talk to the stars, talk about anything in his head. It might sound crazy to someone else, but to his own, it sounded perfectly okay. If he couldn’t talk to Sirius’ human form, he could always talk to the stars. They’d listen.  

He silently pushed around in his brown satchel to find his notebook and pencil. One thing he loved doing in his free time, or whenever, was to draw. Draw whatever he adored. Regulus overheard a few Hufflepuffs talking about some psychological method of healing, and a brown haired girl suggested writing down in a diary for what you’re feeling, but that wouldn’t work for Regulus, heavens no. He found sketching out his feelings through a pencil and paper would be much better. In that way, nobody but him would be able to understand the meaning through the piece of art. 

He wordlessly began to draw with his pencil, taking his time to add every single detail, including the hallowed moon overhead. Regulus drew the Sirius star and outlined it so it shone brighter than all the others because Sirius was the saviour, the braver of the two. He shone the brightest because he managed to escape the horrid house that Regulus is drowning in, with crashing waves caving him down and down, with no escape left. Regulus drew the Hogwarts towers in the distance of the drawing, overshining the sparkling stars and the midnight sky. After idly checking his sketch for any faults in the art he created, he signed his initials following a line of meaningful lyrics in the cursive writing he was taught to write from a young age.

‘For you there may be a brighter star, but through my eyes the light of you is all I see’

R.A.B

The aura in the Gryffindor common room was subdued but, much to James’ relief, most Gryffindors didn’t seem to blame them for the loss. It came down to better brooms, they all said, exhilaratingly to the team who (apart from Sirius) were sprawled by the windows, commiserating together over a shitty bottle of muggle whiskey that Mary had bought for Sirius ages ago. 

“Where’s Sirius?” Peter asked next to James, the second he looked around the group and found himself one short. 

“I was just going to look for him,” Remus’ voice came from behind him. James turned, opening his mouth to respond immediately, but Remus spoke over him before he could even get started, “Just give him a minute, James. He’ll be fine.”

“He’s just a sore loser,” Marlene said, sourly. James gave her a look, even though he couldn’t really fault her. But it was more complicated than that, he knew he had complications with the Slytherins, more with his brother, and no doubt about the outburst of Regulus the day before. The words he came out with would’ve shaken anyone really, and Sirius was always sensitive about his family, even though he pretended not to be. 

“Let him know it’s all fine, yeah?” he murmured to Remus, who rolled his eyes.

“You know, I was actually going to tell him to jump off the Astronomy tower, but thanks for your input.”

That got a laugh out of James, and he watched Remus disappear up towards their dormitories, beginning their search. 

10:02pm

After everyone settled in the Gryffindor common room, either lazing in front of the warm fire with friends, or studying in the comfy chairs with books all splattered in front of them, James had the urge to find Regulus. Get the Marauders’ Map and just take pleasure in being in his presence. Even if Regulus was mean and sarcastic– which he secretly loved– James would still be there, a beaming smile hanging from his lips. So, that is what he did. 

He stood up from his place on the common room floor and announced to his friends he was going for a walk to clear his head– he knew they would believe that, guiltiness slid through his veins like a disease. 

He found himself at the Astronomy tower– of course Regulus would come here. He literally is a star– physically, and mentally. James laid his eyes on the starboy gazing up at the stars. 

There Regulus was.

A flawless masterpiece.

Shining as bright as the stars above him.

James couldn’t move forward, no matter how much he wanted to. He didn’t want to ruin the sombre yet peaceful state the young Slytherin was in, looking up at the different constellations James had no clue about, peacefully drawing away– which James didn’t know he could do either. James wanted to know all about Regulus; his hobbies, facts, his favourite colour, favourite book, favourite bands, and so on. He had never seen Regulus like this before– utterly relaxed whilst leaning against the railing of the tower. It was most likely the ninth time James had been in awe of the younger brother, and it jarred him. 

James tried to think of the curly-haired boy as nothing but a traitor to his brother. A future death eater. Their destiny was to be on different sides. The good and bad. Regulus was bad. Wasn’t he? Thinking of Regulus like that felt like a betrayal. But it didn’t stop him from simply standing there, under the shadows of the starlit night. Maybe James could have justified himself looking over to make sure Regulus wasn’t doing any weird, death eater type shit. But he knew that wasn’t the truth. 

James would be lying to himself. 

He merely wanted to watch the silent boy stargaze. 

“Hey, starboy.” 

Regulus’ shoulders flinched from the new voice behind him– Potter. Of course it was. He wasn’t as shocked as the night he was playing the piano, but he was still shaken from the new presence in the tower. “Do you take pleasure in scaring the living daylights out of me, Potter?” 

James gave a lopsided grin, sitting down on the cold ground. “Actually, did you know it’s good for the heart? So you better get used to my jump scares, cause there’ll be more of that in the future.”

“Are you serious?”

“Actually that’s your br-”

“Don’t even.”

James’ mouth twitched, turning into a smirk. He patted the space next to him. “Come sit. I saw you drawing, can I see?” He asked.

Regulus obeyed, sitting with his legs crossed together, whereas, James had his legs sprawled out in front of him with his converse shoes messily tied together. “You saw me drawing?”

“Yep! Show me? Pretty please?” James was amusingly placing his hands together like in a prayer.

“Not yet. Politeness won’t get you anywhere.” Regulus rolled his eyes at the other boy’s silliness.

“So you’ll show me somewhen in the future?”

“I never said that.”

“You said ‘not yet’ so that means you’ll show me soon.” James desperately wanted to see the artwork that Regulus created, to see the artistic skills that would amaze James no matter what it was. 

“Maybe. If you’re lucky, Potter.” he murmured, shyness lacing his words. 

James gave a smile towards Regulus, meeting his eye for a few minutes. Regulus cleared his throat and took his glance upon the sight of Hogwarts from the Astronomy tower. “You know, I’m surprised your larger-than-your-head ego hasn’t been scrambled from the Slytherins, especially me catching the snitch before you. You’re going to have to up your game, Potter.” Regulus said, with one eyebrow raised. 

Apparently, James took full offence to that, his eyes widening in shock, “Actually, it was just luck– you have a better broom than me, better build, and slightly faster, so it wasn’t a fair game!”

“Potter, we have the same broom.” Regulus replied bluntly.

“Wha–”

“I guess I’m just better than you.” He shook his shoulders, as in a ‘what can you do?’ type of way.  James breathed out a soft laugh and Regulus internally awed at that. “Now who’s got the abnormally large ego?” The starboy shook his head and gave James a pointed stare. 

Regulus didn’t reply to James, and they both drifted into silence, basking into the sight of the stars above them. The two boys would never admit it to each other, but they loved the company of one another. James and Regulus had the faintest idea of what destiny had in store for them. 

An unexpected yawn fell from James’ mouth. “Tired?” Regulus asked, his face turning to the Gryffindor. 

“A bit, I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you soo–”

“Wait!– erm, before you go,” Regulus wordlessly got out his drawing from earlier in the night and showed it to James. He bit on his lip, playing with his rings anxiously whilst waiting for his reaction. 

“Wow, Reg. This is– Merlin, do you excel in everything you do? This is beautiful.” James breathed out, tracing the Sirius star lightly with his fingers. 

“Really?” Regulus asked, unsure of how good it was to someone else’s point of view. James nodded enthusiastically to his reply. “Well, erm, I heard some people like to talk about their, well, their problems. And I just like to draw instead of talk.” He stuttered out, hesitant if he should be saying these things in front of James Potter, his brother’s best friend, also his infatuation. 

“That’s a really good technique, Reg, you should do this more. Your art is just– wow. It’s a masterpiece.”

“It’s just a sketch, James. Don’t over-exaggerate.”

“Believe me, if i was over-exaggerating, you would know.” James said under his breath.

“I– thank you.” Regulus softly smiled, a genuine smile that seemed foreign to his lips. 

“Anytime. Also, I’m always here, non-judgemental, if you ever want to talk. I’ll talk too, if that makes you feel better. I have dark secrets of my own, you know.” James passed the notebook back to Regulus, beaming at him. 

“I beg to differ.”

“Well, you’ll never know if you never try.”

“I guess so…” Regulus tenderly put the book back into his satchel.

James silently got up, stretching his sore legs from being in a position that long, “Well, I’ll see you soon, I guess I’ll have to train extra hard to beat your arse in Quidditch next time, Starboy.” He slowly strolled out of the Astronomy tower, dreading the amount of stairs he’ll have to walk down. 

Regulus mentally screamed to himself in awe of the nickname, “Keep dreaming, Potter.” He called out, smiling to himself about James bloody Potter. It’s absolutely crazy how much the Gryffindor makes Regulus feel. He couldn't help it. Fireworks went off in his stomach anytime James was near him, it was extremely worrying. 

After James was long gone, Regulus leisurely stood up from the ground, walking towards the railing. He faced towards the stars. “Goodnight Sirius, I miss you.” He whispered into the dead of night. He turned around to return back to the Slytherin common room.