⚠️ sneakpeek to "Enemies to Parents (Apparently)" my fic, first meeting Jegulus. Young Regulus with a bowlcut definitely canon lolol
Regulus narrows his eyes up at the taller boy with something akin to envy clouding his heart and mind, a feeling that will fester greener than his eyes for a long, long while. "I don’t like you," Regulus announces, cutting off James before the other boy even has the chance to open his stupid, big mouth. James pauses, blinking as he looks down at the younger boy who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Surprise flickers across his face, quickly shifting to confusion, and then—finally—to amusement. His hazel eyes glitter, and a wide grin stretches across his face, a grin that Regulus will come to hate over the years. "Hey, whose funny-looking kid with a bowl cut is this?!" James loudly calls out, making a grand show of glancing exaggeratedly around the platform as though searching for the guardian of this lost child. Regulus frowns immensely. Ooh, he thinks this is funny, does he? He wants to laugh? Fine. Regulus will give him something to laugh about. Without a word, Regulus turns on his heel and stalks off stiffly, his small hands clenched at his sides while James' laughter follows him like an annoying shadow. "Hey, don’t go! I’m sure we can find your mummy together!" James calls after him, the grin still evident in his voice. Meanwhile, Sirius pushes through the crowd, his face lined with mild panic. "Bollocks, I can’t find the little bugger anywhere. I swear, I just left him by the trolleys for two minutes." James, still snickering, clasp a hand on Sirius’s shoulder. "Don’t worry, mate. I think we already got that covered. Your brother certainly has a sunny personality." Sirius stares at him, baffled. "Wait—you saw him? Where—?" James' grin slowly falters as something behind Sirius catches his attention. His eyebrows knit together in confusion, his mouth parting slightly as if to say something— And then his expression twists into sheer terror. "AHHH!" James screams, scrambling backward as a fully loaded trolley barrels toward him at an alarming speed, Regulus standing on top of it like a knight on a warhorse, his small hands gripping the handle with terrifying determination. "REGGIE, NO!" Sirius screeches, leaping aside just in time.












