@wolfstarmicrofic February 28, word count 456
I'll be continuing this series into next month 😁
Sirius took a steadying breath as he knocked on Regulus’s door. It was time.
They had both managed to get to the phone box the day after Sirius and Remus had spoken over the wall and arranged the time Remus would come for them and how they would escape.
Regulus had been uncertain at first, wanting the security from being a part of the family brought, but by the end of their discussion, he realised the cons far outweighed the pros, and while it would be harder, not being a part of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black was the best thing for them.
They silently gathered their things, leaving almost everything behind; what use did they have for a silver wash basin in the real world?
“We could always sell it,” Regulus had suggested, but Sirius had shot him down as his parents might come after them for theft, and it simply wasn’t worth it.
“I hope Remus’s infatuation with you holds up, as I don’t know what we’ll do if he dumps you,” Regulus hissed as they looked out of his bedroom window, which looked out onto the street outside.
“We’ll be fine. We still have the inheritance Uncle Alphard left us. They can’t touch it, I triple-checked,” Sirius assured his brother. “And I’ll get a job. We’ll be fine, Reggie.”
Regulus stiffened beside him, his eyes looked on something down below. Sirius followed his gaze and watched a figure walk down the street and pause outside their house. The figure was wearing a thick hat, pulled down over their head, obscuring their face from their view. The figure tilted their head up, and Remus’s features came into view. Remus dropped his head down again and walked back the way he had come. It was time.
They’d practised this over the last few days. One or the other would sit at the bottom of the stairs and listen; if the other made a noise, they lost and swapped. They practised until they could walk from the top of the house to the front door without making a sound. Sirius relaxed his body and began.
Somehow, against all the odds, both of them made it to the front door without rousing their parents. The lock sounded like crashing metal bars as Sirius carefully turned the key. The heavy wooden door swung open without a fuss, and they were out into the cold night air.
They hurried down the road after Remus and found a beat-up old Ford with Remus leaning against it. Remus rushed forward and helped them get their bags into the boot of the car, and without a backwards glance, they drove out of Grimmauld Place and towards their new home.
