I hear your voice- excerpt from Chpt. 5
âSeems busier than last year doesnât it?â he asked Regulus over his shoulder.
âI think itâs always like-â Regulus started to answer before someone shoved hard into his back, nearly sending him toppling to the ground.
âWhoa! Sorry!â The dark haired boy said, grabbing onto Regulusâs arms for stability and standing himself up straight.
Regulus twisted around to snap at him to watch it, but stopped the moment he saw who it was.
âPotter,â he hissed instead, flinching out of his grip.
James Potter blinked in surprise, looking extremely startled. âOh!â he said, clumsily stepping back onto the foot of a girl standing behind him, and having to turn to apologize to her too.
Regulus glared, a sense of dread filling his stomach, and before he could stop himself his eyes had darted around Potter to look behind himâ and he saw his brother.
Sirius was standing there- his hair down to his shoulders, wearing muggle clothes, and red eye liner. He had on a series of red and gold bracelets on both wrists and was trying to tug his own trunk and balance Potters as he dealt with his collision in the corridor. He hadnât noticed Regulus at all yet.
So he had gone to the Potterâs after all. And they had taken him in.
âSorry, wasnât watching where I was going,â Potter said, turning back and directing this apology at Regulus. âCan we get around you two? We want that compartment up at the front,â he said. He lifted his hand and ran it through his wild black hair, making it even more wilder than usual. Regulus glared.
âNot surprising,â Regulus said, âyou canât keep your eyes on the quaffle when in the airâ makes sense youâd lose track of your own two feet when youâre on the ground,â he said coldly.
He saw Siriusâs head snap up in his peripheral vision, but didnât take his eyes off Potter.
The older boy just rolled his eyes, that stupid crooked grin still on his face. âWhy donât you keep that sort of talk to yourself until after the first gameâ or are you worried your insults won't hit as hard after weâve beaten you?â he asked happily, turning sideways to slip past him. âSee you on the pitch baby Black.â he smiled.
Regulusâs anger made his chest and his face burn.
âDonât call me that,â he scoffed.
Potter raised his brows, âjust baby then?â he grinned.
Evan grabbed Regulusâs arm to pull him aside as Potter and Sirius moved past him, Sirius knocking into Regulus with Potterâs trunk as he passed.
âThose two seriously have to be the most obnoxious people to have ever walked these halls,â Evan said.
Regulus watched Sirius move away from him, unconsciously waiting to see if heâd glance back. He didnât, and eventually he and Potter were both lost in the crowd.
A loud whistle blew from the front of the train and the doors to the platform closed magically. Regulus turned around to head in the other direction, tugging Evan along after him. âCome on, letâs find a compartment this way,â he muttered, wanting to sit as far from his brother as possible.
Full fic by Nox_inabox on AO3
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