This one is really weird. It’s kinda sad but not really, you’ll know what I mean if you read it. I’m just tryna help people out of their choices depression because everyone being sad on the main is not doing it for me.
I feel like if Regulus would run away he wouldn’t go to the Potters. He’s way too smart to run away to the most obvious place he would go. No, that bitch is running away never to be seen again, Cullen style.
He would make sure to not leave a trace of himself. Pack up everything in his room and burn the things he’s not gonna take with him. It would look as if it’s just another guest room. He wouldn’t burn his face off the tapestry, he would spell it so he disappeared completely.
He wouldn’t stay at Hogwarts, he wouldn’t stay in the country. He would go to France or Russia or even America and forge a few signatures to make it look like they forgot about a transfer student. Sirius could afford to be so close to the Black Family because he has the protection of the Potters, Regulus can’t.
When Regulus runs, he makes it look like he never existed. So when his family finds out that he’s gone, they’re all gaslighted by the silence. They’re not crazy. There was another Black brother. He existed. Or was there? There’s no proof. And yes, the Black family is crazy, so who’s to say it’s not all in your head? Who in the Black family can say with full certainty that the boy who never spoke unless told to, the boy who stood in the shadows, the boy who only ever followed, actually existed?
Sirius knows Regulus was real. But sometimes, in the darkest hour of the night where it’s just him and his mind swirling in a pool of thought, he can’t help but wonder if the angel that cleaned his wounds was just a figment of his imagination.
Sirius only ever interacted with him when it was needed. So it made sense that he was there for the first eleven years of his life. But when he went to Hogwarts, he didn’t need a security blanket. He wrote letters but they were never answered. He didn’t need an imaginary friend, and so he was gone. And when that angel came to him, wanting to talk, wanting to not be ignored, Sirius turned away. He didn’t need help. He didn’t need comfort. In the daytime, away from home Regulus was just a reminder of that house, not an escape from it.
He tried to remember what he looks like but he doesn’t have pictures of him. The only memories he has of his little brother are blurred. He can’t seem to remember exactly where the freckles on his face landed, he couldn’t remember how tall he was, or the exact length of his hair, or what he looked like smiling.
Sirius is terrified. But those are only moments of doubt. Because James remembers him.
James remembers every detail of Regulus. Sirius decides not to question why James does, scared that it will only lead to more doubt. He just lets James tell him everything he remembers.
Regulus was very much real. He was alive. He was sad he had to go but knew he had to. And he lived a wonderful life.
