When you have time and inspiration, could you give us a mad/bad tempered Regulus? Maybe his pissed at Walburga (and if so, is he showing it to mother dearest or aiming all the anger towards Sirius?) or Sirius or what ever you come up with!
Their mother had locked his brother up in the cellar for the last few weeks, throwing Unforgivable curses at him whenever she had the urge. Torturing her eldest son for being different. There was the ice cold fear in the pit of his stomach that Mother was going to kill Sirius before the summer holiday ended.
Regulus couldn’t stomach it. So he waited. He hid in his room and covered his ears against Sirius’ anguished cries. He bit at his fingers until they bled, panting as his eyes squeezed shut.
Walburga visited her sister every August for a long weekend. Their father was off somewhere doing something Official. This was the time for Regulus to act. He had been quietly packing Sirius’ trunk for the last few weeks, hiding away all of the letters his friends had sent in there before their mother got to them. Making sure the trunk was charmed so that it fit in a rucksack, keeping Sirius’ broom cleaned and in tiptop shape.
Regulus used illegal magic to unlock the cellar, not worrying about Kreacher who was hovering just over his shoulder. He was silent.
The smell was what hit Regulus first. Bodily fluids. Urine, defecation, blood, sweat, tears, oils. He gagged and was terrified to turn on the light. But he had to, he had to.
Sirius was a shadow of himself. Gaunt, pale, hair chopped off in chunks, clothes dirty and falling apart. BLOOD TRAITOR engraved onto his ribs.
“Oh fuck,” Regulus gasped. Crucio burns peppered his brothers body, and his eyes were glazed with fever.
“Go ‘way,” Sirius slurred. “She’ll kill me if she knew you were here Reg.”
“Shut up,” Regulus hissed as he began to use cleaning charms on his brother. In for a penny, in for a pound. There was no doubt that their mother would soundly beat him for this once she returned. She wouldn’t kill him though, she needed an heir. “Can you stand?”
Sirius would not be able to fly like this. And the Knight Bus was no place for a Black. Regulus’ mind whirled, he’d have to Floo someone, he’d have to contact someone his parents would not be able to touch. Someone not in the family.
“Yeah.” Sirius dizzly stood, and Regulus was immediately there to support him.
Once Sirius was gone, Regulus went up into his bedroom.
He sniffled uselessly. Allowing himself these angry tears now, because once his mother returned there would be no time for them.
Regulus screamed into his pillow. He screamed and screamed and kept until his voice was hoarse and his eyes were wet and his body was trembling. He could barely breathe, curled in on himself and gasping small sobs as he punched his bed uselessly.
He didn’t know how to feel. Not really. Emotions jumbled and difficult.
Regulus just helped Sirius escape. He should have gone with his brother. He should have ran away too.
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