Prompt 2 - Nickname
@jegulus-microfic October 2, Word count 514
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Regulus woke in James’s bed. He didn’t remember going to bed. The last thing he knew he’d been doing was poring over books in the Potters’ library.
He got up and went to find James. His stint in the library had revealed nothing anyway. It didn’t matter how powerful or how advanced the tracking spells he used; his family remained hidden. The Black family properties had centuries of protection charms and blood magic on them. Not even a mouse could find its way into one of those houses.
Effie and Monty were dozing on the sofa in the living room. They must have been out all night looking for Remus. Regulus felt guilty; he should have gone with them. He left the room quietly, not wanting to disturb them.
James was nursing a cup of tea in the kitchen. He jumped when Regulus poked him in the arm.
“Oh, love, you’re awake!” James beamed at him. “Are you hungry?”
“I can do it,” Regulus protested when James got up and started making him toast.
They’d just sat down at the table with fresh cups of tea and a mountain of toast when the back door opened and Remus, looking worse for wear, walked in.
“Remus!” They both exclaimed in unison. James hurried to Remus’s side and helped him into a seat, pressing his cup of tea into Remus’s hands and summoning another plate so he could pile toast onto it.
“What happened?” James asked him once he’d devoured a slice of toast.
“I don’t know,” Remus admitted quietly. “Moony took over, and I let him. We ran for miles until I managed to turn us back towards yours. I’ve only just been able to transform back.”
“Oh! Remus, darling!” Effie ran across the kitchen and nearly knocked Remus off his chair with the force of her embrace. “Don’t you ever do that to us again. We were so worried,” she chastised him while smothering him with her hug.
“We told her everything,” James warned. Remus’s eyes widened, but he relaxed into Effie’s hug.
“Eat up and then off to bed with you. You must be exhausted," Effie ordered.
“I’ll come up with you,” Regulus offered.
“Thanks,” Remus’s eyes were filled with sadness, but his gratefulness shone through.
They both finished their plates of toast and headed upstairs. He didn’t bother turning into Midnight. He wanted to talk to Remus, and as Remus didn’t speak cat, his human mouth would have to do the talking.
“As soon as he’s on the Hogwarts Express, we’ll pin him down if we have to and get the antidote down his throat. Sirius is not lost to us. We’re going to get him back,” He’d promised Remus so many times now that they’d get Sirius back, but he meant it every time.
“I know, Reggie,” Remus hummed, pulling him against him as he fell asleep. Regulus thought that Remus’s casual use of his brother's nickname for him would annoy him, but it just made him feel Sirius’s love.
“Night, Moony,” he whispered as Remus’s soft snores filled the room.
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