That thought gave me a tiny drabble idea omg
like a during/post war
It was like a tornado.. a loud rumbling, the windows shaking; the walls seemed to crack. It was horrifying. It was terrible. There was wind. Everything was chaos and nothing was right.
Green light flooded the house and a cackle could be heard. A low voice commanded the cackling woman…. and a hooded figure appeared in the doorway of Harry’s bedroom. Before Lily could scream, the figure clasped a hand over her mouth. She was holding her son and no, she would not let go.
Regulus Black yanked his hood down and stared at Lily Potter with wide, piercing blue eyes. “You have to get out of here. You have to. RUN." He said, pushing her along. There was no time to grab anything, nothing at all.
”James.. But James!” Lily shouted and Regulus pushed her along. There was no James. No, not anymore. The look he gave her sent her soul crumbling into a million pieces. But she had to be strong.. for Harry. Harry, who was clinging to her and crying.. crying so very loudly.
Sirius had instantly contacted Regulus when he felt something was up. Regulus had written back, knowing of an attack but since his rank was so low, (which he was aiming for) he had no idea what. Not exactly. But Sirius’ letter had sparked something in him and he volunteered to go tonight — for good reason. Even if it meant torture and the expense of his own life. For the price of his one, he could let two live. That was good enough for Regulus.
Regulus yelled at Lily to climb down the lattice on the side of her house (after climbing out of the window) and she shook her head, still sobbing. “I can’t, I can’t.. I’ll fall.” While she was a brave woman, she was also a logical one. She would fall. She still had Harry and .. was pregnant.
“Then give me Harry.” Regulus said, his arm outstretched. “I won’t let go of him, I promise.”
Why Lily trusted Regulus in the first place, she’d never known. Maybe it was his eyes… they were bright blue. Sirius’ were a stormy grey .. they were comforting.. But Regulus’ were soft and kind.. they didn’t belong to a Death Eater. Or maybe it was his hands, so guiding and gentle.. they weren’t rough. They were firm, but not rough. It could have been the fact he looked like Sirius, too. Sirius had this commanding, Black look.. he was too beautiful for society and too beautiful for the world. Regulus was a bit less handsome, a bit more feminine. He looked sad.. but hopeful. And maybe that was what convinced Lily. She just would never know.
“I’m not giving you Harry!” She cried, but Regulus had no choice anymore as a spell whizzed past his head. They were coming up the stairs now.. and there was no turning back. Splinching be damned!
He grabbed Lily’s arm and suddenly apparated all three of them far, far away from her home. Far away.
It was suddenly so quiet… there were barely any birds singing and it was morning… the sun was just rising. It was warm, too. They weren’t even in England anymore. Leaves crunched under their feet and trees stood like skyscrapers.
Lily stood there, in the (mostly) quiet of the forest and cradled the crying Harry. Regulus already had supplies with him. They were prepared. He planned on giving them to Lily if he had to stay behind .. and give himself to the cause — quite literally. If he didn’t make it. He hadn’t intended on coming with, but here he was.
“Don’t ask me why, I don’t know… but you’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
There was a soft creak of the floor.. Regulus paid no mind. He sat there, shaking. His wide, bloodshot eyes finally snapped up with an intense gaze on whoever it was that entered the room.
Regulus’ features twitched — whether voluntarily or involuntarily, nobody could be sure. But he still shook, his knuckles white as they gripped his knees.
That was the beginning of the end.
The next time Severus found Regulus, he was heaving in the bathroom. He was eighteen and more than terrified of what it meant to be a Death Eater. Two years had passed and Regulus finally found how much it truly weighed.. and it was crushing him. It felt like a weight on his chest. He wasn’t built for this kind of life.
When he finally emptied every last thing he’d eaten the past three days — which was not much — Regulus sat up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He was so .. rumpled, wrinkled, and just plain disheveled. It was nothing like the Regulus anyone remembered. But he wasn’t the Regulus anyone remembered.
The click of Severus’ shoes caught Regulus’ ears and he glanced up.
“We have to go.” Severus said honestly, a bit sad to say the least. He wasn’t sure Regulus could make it.
”I don’t want to go… Severus, I can’t do this.. I’m not—”
”You’re not like them.” Regulus just shook his head. He began panting, heaving again, even. Dry sobs. Breath-taking, chest-raking sobs.
Severus made his way to the other, leaning down to try and pull him up. It was all he could do.. he was crying, for heaven’s sake!
But Regulus pulled him down by his robes and their foreheads met.
It had happened once before when they both had a little too much alcohol. Regulus was happy then, carefree and more daring. He had talented, wandering hands and Severus had loneliness. But so did Regulus. He’d confessed being beaten and abused by his mother yet shed no tears… he couldn’t cry anymore. Severus nodded while he confessed and said he understood — he really understood. They’d kissed .. it was sloppy, uncoordinated, but it was passionate .. forbidden.. and most of all wanted. It was so wanted! It was needed.. and Regulus had grabbed his robes.
Same as he was grabbing them now.
“Severus.. I can’t.” He cried, his hands shaking. Regulus’ hands then framed Severus’ face and he had to close his eyes. It was just too much.. he tried so hard to keep his emotions out of things, yet Regulus just sucked them out of him. He felt so much for the lost boy — he was still lost himself. Regulus was no yellow brick road, but he was like the sun. Warm and inviting.. yet too bright to look at. It was painful.
”Kiss me like you did..” Regulus pleaded, one last sliver of hope in his world.. the one crashing down around him.
And Severus did. He had to survive.
It was a small hit, then a much larger one .. followed by a rather girly shriek. There was laughing and there was dreaming, all in that moment.
Feathers covered Remus’ entire bed, where Regulus sat with them in his hair. “You dumb fuck!” He laughed, only to have Remus laugh harder and brush the remains out of his lover’s hair. Regulus climbed up, just a bit, and pulled Remus down onto the bed.
”I’m never letting you leave now. You’re enslaved, half-blood.” Regulus grinned and kept Remus’ head trapped in the space between his chest and his elbow. “Putting me in a headlock makes you stupid. So does calling me half-blood.” Remus muttered, his hands reaching up to tickle the other teen’s sides. Regulus squealed and instantly let go of Remus. The shenanigans ensued until things got a little too heated and Remus backed out once again. He always did.
Regulus’ perfect hands on his blemished skin made him cry.
And Remus’ perfect skin under his dirty hands made him cry.
When it was time to sleep, Remus sat on the edge of the bed, his brows knitted. Regulus had been in the bathroom, brushing his teeth two times. Like he always did.
“What’s wrong, Loony Moony?” Remus said, flopping down next to him.
“You broke my pillow.” He replied, looking up at Regulus. The younger male blinked a few times, but climbed up the bed and pulled his pillow in the middle. “We can share?”
It was a small gesture, but Regulus hated sharing. And Regulus hated anyone else using his things. They’d started living together months ago, but Regulus was very anal. Remus was, to an extent, but he knew to keep out of Regulus’ things. For him to offer his pillow.. meant a lot to Remus. “Thank you..”
“Means I get to have your arms around me all night.” Regulus said honestly, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Remus from behind.
”And possibly forever.”
The ring from the silver bell at the church was so loud… which was funny, because neither of them belonged at a church, let alone a large Catholic cathedral on Christmas Eve. Marlene sat with her head bowed, as if praying. Obviously she wasn’t — they were both Purebloods and muggle church was never something either of them knew much about. Regulus was just as Pureblood, if not more… but he found the place so peaceful and so pleasant.
They weren’t married. Sin. They were barely together. Sin. Regulus loved her undyingly… and she was a free spirit. That had never stopped either one of them. Not even the fact that they were on different sides.
But it was different now. It was so different now.
His hand slid over hers and she looked up, her blue eyes met his.
They needed no words exchanged.. she understood. ‘We’ll get through this war.. All three of us’.
It echoed. It was resounding. The bell rang twelve times.
The other hand of Marlene’s rested on her slightly protruding stomach.
“Happy Christmas, Marlene.”
"Regulus. Sit. Up. Now." And with a swift hand, Walburga Black slapped her son across the face. He whimpered, his eyes filling up with tears. And she threatened to withhold dinner and hit him again if he cried. Sirius’ wide eyes were trained on his brother’s red face, but he did nothing. Except whimper himself, but silently.
Regulus didn’t slouch ever again.
"Siri.. I don’t want you to leave me here all alone with her. Please don’t." He whined, gripping onto Sirius’ leg.
"Get off me, Reg. It’s only one year.. then I’ll come back and you’ll come with me to school."
"Do you promise to come back?"
"Course I do, dummy. Where else will I go?"
"MAMA, PLEASE, STOP IT. DON’T HIT HIM AGAIN." Regulus pleaded, hugging on to his mother’s arm. She kept on. Hitting him. Kicking him in the stomach.
"YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BASTARD. GRYFFINDOR? OF ALL BLOODY PLACES?" She shouted, another swift kick to his stomach. And Regulus screamed. He cried. Only to be shoved back with Walburga’s elbow, right in his nose.
Regulus was afraid he’d bleed to death that night, with his head tilted back and his bridge pinched.
"Don’t you dare listen to your brother. He is a traitor, do you hear me? He is not like us. He’s already proven that."
"But he’s my brother, mu-"
"DON’T START AGAIN, REGULUS ARCTURUS." And she hit him once again, then twice, but with the nearest metal fireplace poker. It made his back bruise.. it blossomed up to his shoulder that next night.
Regulus made sure to steer clear of Sirius.
"YOU PROMISED. YOU PROMISED TO STAY, SIRIUS." Regulus’ body shook as he gripped onto the door frame.
"I promised, sure. But I have to get the hell otut of here, Reg. This place is like poison. Can’t you see I’m not mean to be here? If I thought you’d want to come with, I’d have asked you. But I know your answer."
"DAMN STRAIGHT YOU DO. I can’t leave.. this is our duty, Sirius! You can’t leave me! You- You.. "
And Sirius frowned, grabbing his bag and opening the window. “I’m sorry… But I promise to come back.. Someday.”
And he was gone.
"We’re so proud of you son. You’re finally on the right path. No more mudbloods, no more traitors… We’re so proud of you." And Regulus grinned, proud of the new mark on his left arm that seemed to come alive. His infected brain was slowly wrapping around the fact that he was of perfect status. He was happy. They would make him happy. And safe. It was better to be pure. It was better to be happy.
It was better to be lied to.
"THAT BASTARD." Regulus shouted, his fists clenched.
"Master R-Regulus, p-please… he did not hurt Kre-Kreacher that b-badly.."
"He did… Now tell me exactly what happened, Kreacher. Now."
"Y-Yes Mas-Master Regulu-lus… T-There was a c-cave…"
"You promised…" Regulus whispered as the water filled his lungs, his fingers, his hands, trying to reach above himself to grasp anything. There was only cold, dead flesh.