Freaks
D̶o̶n̶'t̶ k̶i̶l̶l̶ m̶e̶
j̶u̶s̶t̶ h̶e̶l̶p̶ m̶e̶ r̶u̶n̶ a̶w̶a̶y̶
F̶r̶o̶m̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶
Everything had gone black, there was a huge twist in Regulus' stomach, and suddenly, he stood in front of a cottage. Stunned, he looked around, still in some sort of trance. There was... nothing, really. No village. The house was surrounded by a large grassy area, beautiful flowers and pitch-black ponders. When he looked back at the house, as if by command, the door opened, revealing a chubby, worried looking woman.
"Good evening, madame, Kreacher is sorry, madame, he didn't know where to go. Master Regulus, he-" "Oh, please, I told you, you could always bring him here. I also told you to stop calling me that, makes me feel old." Her view fell on Regulus and her eyes widened. Leaning back into the house, she yeleld down a hallway. "Oh dear boy! Oh, Merlin, Fleamont! Fleamont, bring a healing potion! Quick please! Any will do, considering how the boy looks!"
I̶ n̶e̶e̶d̶ a̶ p̶l̶a̶c̶e̶ t̶o̶ s̶t̶a̶y̶
W̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ I̶ c̶a̶n̶ c̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ u̶p̶ m̶y̶ f̶a̶c̶e̶
D̶o̶n̶'t̶ c̶r̶y̶,
Regulus didn't know if he should feel offended by the last remark or reliefed since someone worried about him. The lady shooed Regulus and Kreacher inside, making Regulus sit down on a comfortable sofa and putting some blankets over him. Regulus, in that moment, didn't really know what was happening, but he found himself not caring a bit.
It felt comfortable, and really, with that nausea and the emotional and physical effort he'd had in the last hour, he could use some comfort. His stomach seemed to be running a parkour, thats how sick Regulus felt, which is why it was no suprise yet incredibly embarassing when 'Fleamont' appeared in front of him, potion in hand, greeting him friendly and he bent over and puked onto his shoes.
Everyone froze. No one moved, no one spoke. That was, until someone murmured a cleaning spell and gently pat his shoulder in order to get Regulus to look up to them.
I̶ a̶m̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ a̶ f̶r̶e̶a̶k̶
I̶ a̶m̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ a̶ f̶r̶e̶a̶k̶
Regulus raised his head, face burning in shame, a mess of apologies tumbling out of his mouth. "I- I'm so sorry Sir, pardon, so incredibly sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me or what happened- Merlin, I am sorry, my apologies-" he himself didn't know what he was stuttering and was happy the man standing in front of him interrupted him.
"Regulus, it's alright. No need to worry, your brother did the exact same thing, just in less bruised and hurt. Do you know why you puked, son?" Too distracted to listen to any details regarding his brother, Regulus hoped that the tingly feeling in his stomach came from the puking and not the mere fact that a stranger treated him with more affection than both his parents combined.
"Well, Fleamont, if we're lucky, it's the apparating or the adrenaline, other things seem to be more likely though, considering the boy looks like a walking corpse-" The woman talked, Regulus thanked her in his head, he did not have the power to. "You can't say that to traumatised and injured guests, 'Mia, that's rude!" "Oh, please Monty, have you looked at him? He's a walking skeleton, I bet you he's one of those persons whose fingers are always cold! You could stand in a desert and their fingers are like cold sticks!"
I̶ a̶m̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ a̶ f̶r̶e̶a̶k̶
I̶ a̶m̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ a̶ f̶r̶e̶a̶k̶
Salazar, did the woman have an imagination. But she was right. His fingers were always cold. His ears aswell. Fleamont pinched his nose. "Alright, alright, you know you are right, still, it's rude!" "The only thing thats rude is the way he was treated, which, may I remind you, is why you are here in the first place, Fleamont Potter! This man, really. Do your job!"
She put her hands on her hips and shot him a look saying 'This may all be jokeful banter but you better treat the boy this instant!' and Mr. Potter understood. So, he kneeled down to Regulus' level and asked him if he could drink a potion. Regulus nodded and took the bottle. Taking the cap off, he thought about the bizarre situation he was in. Sitting in an unfamiliar living room, drinking a potion given to him by a stranger. However, he felt as though he could trust them. So he swallowed the potion, hoping to feel better.
M̶y̶ h̶e̶a̶d̶ i̶s̶ f̶i̶l̶l̶e̶d̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ p̶a̶r̶a̶s̶i̶t̶e̶s̶
B̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ h̶o̶l̶e̶s̶ c̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ u̶p̶ m̶y̶ e̶y̶e̶s̶
Just then, someone stumbled into the living room, stopping dead in his tracks as he saw Regulus. Sirius. His brother. That abandoned him.
Regulus then realised where he even was. The Potters house. 'Your brother did the same' They knew his name. And there, in the doorframe, stood his runaway brother. Regulus was not sure how to react, given the... situation they were in. Suddenly, Sirius ran over to Regulus, falling down onto his knees, taking Regulus' hands into his.
"Shit, Reg, what happened?! You look horrible, I mean- no, wait, I'm sorry, first of all, of course, most important part, so so so sorry, I don't know what got into me that day but I never should've said that, I was a prat, but, fuck, what did that bitch-" "Language, young man!" Well, atleast Reg knew the rambling wasn't just him. "Yes, yes, sorry Effie, but by Merlins beard, I swear, I will kill her as soon as I can. God, are those burn marks? Your hands are ice! What happened to your lip, why do your breaths sound so weird? How-"
I̶ d̶r̶e̶a̶m̶ o̶f̶ y̶o̶u̶ a̶l̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶
H̶o̶p̶e̶f̶u̶l̶l̶y̶
"She's dead." Regulus finally spoke. Voice silent, almost sounding shy, and yet firm. Sirius scoffed. "Yeah, she is. After what she's done to you, I swear it's on sight. That sac à merde is so over, I swear that to you!" Fleamont spoke up. "Sirius. First of all, french insults are also insults, even though we might not understand them. Second, I don't think you quite get it, please let your brother talk."
"Right. Sorry, Dad. Reg, could you please elaborate?" Now it was Regulus' turn to scoff. "What is there to elaborate? She's dead. Ding dong, the wicked bitch is dead. She will not be missed. Neither will her husband. Died in the flames they called. I couldn't control myself, y'know? Like a damn first grader. She took my wand away. Felt horrible, then she started with that marriage shit-"
someone inhaled, as if to say 'language', but then decided not to. Was probably the better decision, considering Regulus' rant becoming more and more aggressive.
"- and I, I just couldn't do it anymore, so I just, just stopped controlling myself and it burnt down, Sirius, it's all burnt down, and they couldn't get away, and, oh shit, I'm a murderer, Siri, a fucking murderer, they're going to take me to Azkaban, oh SHIT, I killed our parents, I'm a monster, what-"
I̶ w̶o̶n̶'t̶ w̶a̶k̶e̶ u̶p̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶
I̶ w̶o̶n̶'t̶ w̶a̶k̶e̶ u̶p̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶
Sirius pulled him into a hug. "Shhhh, Reg, shhhhh. No, you're not. You are Reg, my Reggie, you are not a monster. They suppressed your magic, you had no control. No one is going to imprison you. They were the monsters, Reg, not you. It's gonna be alright. They're gone now. No one's gonna hurt you, not when I'm alive. I promise you that. I'm never gonna leave you ever again. I'm here."
Regulus could feel Sirius gesturing with the others while hugging him, but he didn't care. Sirius was there now. They were okay.
Abruptly, Regulus' head shot up from Sirius shoulder, where he had buried it. "Toilet. Puke." He muttered, and Sirius understood, pulled him to the bathroom and held his hair back while Regulus puked his guts out.
It would be a long journey to healing. But it would be worth it, he noticed, as Sirius rubbed his back and whispered calming words to him.
I̶ w̶o̶n̶'t̶ w̶a̶k̶e̶ u̶p̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶
I̶ w̶o̶n̶'t̶ w̶a̶k̶e̶ u̶p̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶