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—————“You…you didn’t get my letters?”—————
==Regulus==
The next day, Regulus doesnt come out of his room. He just lays on his bed and stares at the ceiling, thinking about the events of last night. Would he really stay? COULD he really stay? Its not like he really wanted to in the first place but after last night, he doesnt really have a choice, does he? Was his pride really worth more than a cosy and safe house? Most definitely yes. Would he stay anyway? Probably yes .For the rest of the holiday, he could stay away from Sirius, he has always been good at hiding and not being seen. He used to sneak through the halls at Hogwarts without being noticed, probably because there isnt really anyone who would notice him in the first place. A lot of times, he is being refered to as "Sirius´brother" or " the younger Black" , Or, most of the time , not at all.
Around midday, his thoughts get interrupted by a knock at the door, soft but determined. He doesnt answer because he learned from a young age that the people that knock on your door, dont really ask for permission to enter, they just say that they are there and if you want to or not, would enter sooner or later. The door slowly opens and shows James and Sirius, standing there with a plate full of different foods. Regulus notices that Sirius looks rather nervous while James is being his usual arrogant self, leaning in the doorframe, smirking at him. " What do you want?" Not as if it wasn´t obvious but he would ask anyways.
" We are here to bring you some food.?" Sirius says, fiddeling with his fingers nerviously. " No thank you , I´d rather not, might be poisoned by you or something" Reg murmurs. "What the fuck is your problem?! We are only trying to help, I am only trying to help and yet you still treat me like im your mortal enemy!" Now Regulus got mad. " What my problem is? Are you seriously asking me what my problem is? Maybe its that you have been treating me like some kind of dirt ever since I have got sorted into Slytherin? Or the dirty looks you send me whenever I ACCIDENTALLY crossed your highness´way? Maybe its the pranks you´ve pulled on me? The way you´ve left me in that fucking house all alone when you knew how cruel our parents are? Or maybe, MAYBE its the letters you´ve sent me in your first year? Oh yea right THERE WERE NO LETTERS! Not one! In one year you didnt bother to send one bloody letter? And when you came home for Christmas, what the hell was that? You didnt give me a second glance and whenever I tried to talk to you, you would scoff and walk away. I thought I meant something to you, just one tiny bit. Perhaps I was wrong all alone and I was just an inconvenience all along? Tell me Brother, what could my problem be?" "You ... didn´t get my letters? " When Regulus shakes his head, Sirius puts the plate into James´hands, who has been listenig the whole time, a puzzled look on his face, and walks into the room. "Regulus I have sent you letters every single day. Every evening , I sat down and wrote down the important stuff that happened that day. I wrote about the classes and professores and how I was sure you would absolutely adore the great hall and the ceiling. I wrote about how much you´d likemy friends and how I was sure you would end up in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Everyday I have sent the letter and looked at the stars to look for your constellation, like we did as kids, do you remember? We used to promise each other that whenever we wouldn´t be able to see each other, we´d always look for the star of the other, to still each other in a way. One day you answered me , saying that I should stop bothering you and that i was a disgrace to the family and that you wished I´d just let you alone and if I like y friends that much that I should just stay with them and never bother you again. I always thought you were coming to insult me when you approached me , thats why I walked away, I couldnt deal with my own little baby brother hating me. All the dirty looks? You were looking at me like that all the time so I thought if I would push all my good memories away and focused on the bad, it wouldn´t hurt so much." When Sirius finished, he was at the verge of tears and Regulus´eyes already betrayed him and spilled them. He wasnt able to forgive his brother, yet. He just couldnt quite grasp the thought that all the hatred was based on a simple missunderstanding between them. But how was that even possible? How was it possible for Regulus to not recieve his Letters. Or how was it possible for Sirius to recieve and answer fromRegulus, if the letters didnt get delivered in the first place. So the younger Black chose to do the thing that he always does , when it gets overwhelming, isolating himself. He looks up through his glassy eys, his raven haired locks falling into them , sniffled and says: Could you please leave? I really appreciate the food but ,but... Oh bloody hell I dont know but please leave? i´m sorry?" James and Sirius not wordlessy , probably sensing that Regulus was uncomfortable. They put down the plate onto his nightstand and carefully shut the door behind them. ==James== As soon as they are out of the room, Sirius pulls James into another room. “What does that mean? Why didn’t he get my letters? And who answered me if not him? It couldn’t be ,could it? My mother? She wouldn’t?” James sighs , puts his hands on Sirius shoulders and looks him in the eyes. “ Padfoot, I think it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? You sent him letters, the blood traitor and the disappointment. He didn’t get your letters and one day a mysterious Person answeres you, saying all the stuff your parents said to you.” “Fucking hell.” Sirius pushes his hands through his hair , as he always did when he was nervous. Now it all made sense.
“Should we go in and talk to him again?” “Nah mate he made it pretty clear that he didnt want to be with anyone ok? you gotta respect that . He’ll talk to us when he’s ready.” Sirius sighs defeated. “You’re right Prongs.” “I know , I’m always right , come on let’s go downstairs and fly for a bit shall we?” James winks at Sirius, trying to calm him down and cheer him up. It worked. Sirius nodded me and they make a game out of it who could change into Quidditch Gear fl , grab their broom on be in the air first.
James win, but only with a couple of seconds. They started flying and chased each other through the air, they did tricks with the Quidditch hoops in the Potters yard and even threw a couple of balls at each other, a great training for Sirius, who plays as a keeper for Gryffindor. They couldn’t free a snitch for James but “he’s the best player anyways so it doesn’t really matter” , his words.
==Regulus==
Regulus sits on the windowsill, looking it if the window that has the perfect view to the Potter garden. He can see his brother and James, chasing each other and having fun. He wishes he could have a friendship like this but this will probably never come true. The people he could consider his “friends” are more like acquaintances, purebloods, stuck up and noble, people his parents approved of. The only thing he was able to do with them was hexing people or go to fancy diners with their parents. One of those persons was Barty Crouch Junior. He was his dorm mate and they took great pleasure in jinxing first years. It’s not like he wanted to do it but what choice did he have?
He gets pulled out of his thoughts when James looks up to his window, sees him sitting there and waves. Regulus abruptly pulls away and hides behind the curtains. He sits in the armchair in his room and then decides:
He is going to make friends. Maybe some Slytherin that isn’t as cruel ? Now that he ran away , what could his parents do to him right? Right?
—————“You…you didn’t get my letters?”—————