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rnbwxsprinkles · 05-08-2011, 01:06 PM

Regulus Black: Youngest Black. Quiet. Obedient. Polite. Slytherin. Heir to the fortune. Frightened. Child. Killer. Lover. Traitor. Passed on. Death Eater. A story untold.

Let his mystery unfold.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling.

~~1. Accio~~ 2. Avada Kedavra ~~3. Braking Charm~~ 4. Blasting Curse 5. Colloportus 6. Crucio 7. Confundus 8. Diffindo ~~9. Disapparate~~ ~~10. Engorgio~~ ~~11. Expecto Patronum~~ 12. Furnunculus ~~13. Flagrate~~ 14. Horn Tongue 15. Hurling Hex ~~16. Impedimenta~~ 17. Imperio 18. Incarcerous ~~19. Jelly Legs~~ ~~20. Knitting Charm~~ 21. Langlock ~~22. Legilimens~~ 23. Levicorpus ~~24. Lumos~~ 25. Mobilicorpus ~~26. Morsmordre~~ 27. Muffliato ~~28. Nox~~ ~~29. Obliviate~~ 30. Oppugno ~~31. Orchideous~~ 32. Petrificus Totalus 33. Point Me 34. Protego 35. Quietus 36. Reducto 37. Relashio ~~38. Rictusempra~~ 39. Sectumsempra 40. Sonorus 41. Scourgify 42. ~~Silencio~~ 43. SpeRevelio 44. Stupefy 45. Tarantallegra 46. Tergeo ~~47. Twitchy Ears Hex~~ 48. Unbreakable Vow ~~49. Wingardium Leviosa~~ ~~50. Waddiwasi~~

1. Accio

Regulus gasped when he saw Sirius aim a kick at Bellatrix’s retreating back. It was definitely a good thing that Sirius had missed, but the five-year-old Regulus was still scandalized. “Sirius! I’m telling Mummy!” His chubby legs kicked against the ground quickly as he sprinted off across the grass of their back yard to the large house in front of him.

“No you’re not, Regulus!” Sirius shouted, rushing to follow and overtake his brother. On his way, he saw a wand and grabbed it. If it worked for Mum and Dad, it would work for Sirius, too, right? “Accio!” Sirius shouted, pointing the wand at Regulus. “Accio, Regulus, accio! Regulus, I said accio! That means you have to come here!”

Sirius’ lip began to tremble in frustration and a little bit of fear when Regulus reached their mother, bouncing and pointing as he told about the whole thing. “He tried to kick Bella and then he tried to curse me! Look! He found a wand!” Regulus shrieked, still jumping.

Walburga sighed. “Silence Regulus, this shrieking is really quite unbecoming.”

Regulus pouted before looking down. “Yes, Mum.”

“Good. Now go get me your brother.”

“Sirius! Accio!” Regulus grinned then. His turn.

rnbwxsprinkles · 05-09-2011, 02:42 AM

42. Silencio

Regulus was not telling. He was not going to help Severus in this. “I’m not even sure I know.”

Severus scowled. This was ridiculous. “Regulus, this is not a game. If you do not tell me, I will find a way to make that very clear to you.”

Regulus sighed, suddenly looking older. “I miss games. However, that isn’t why I am not telling you.”

“Then why, pray tell, are you not telling me?” Severus was getting beyond impatient.

“Because I don’t want you… and him… to know.”

Severus stiffened. “Are you serious?” He inquired, voice dangerously soft.

Regulus smiled half-heartedly, trying desperately to keep the conversation from becoming something they would both regret. “No, I’m Regulus. Honestly, Sev, I thought you knew that by now.” Regulus instantly knew it was a mistake when Severus’ scowl deepened and his lips paled in rage. Regulus would not give in, but neither would he invite confrontation.

“Black! Do not walk away from me, Black! Would you rather I face the Dark Lord without the knowledge he demanded I retrieve?”

Regulus suddenly felt the weight of his last name on his shoulders “Silencio,” he muttered, waving his wand almost idly behind his back.

rnbwxsprinkles · 05-10-2011, 06:53 AM

31. Orchideous

Regulus knocked before waiting anxiously. His hands were folded together tightly in front of him, his knuckles white. He swallowed hard.

“One moment,” was the response. Regulus let out a soft breath, letting himself relish in the familiar tone. It was cool and distant, but so much more pointedly than usual that Regulus could tell it was an effort. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the biting wind of winter slough through his cloak and skin.

Finally the door opened. Severus looked paler than usual whereas Regulus looked flushed due to nerves and the wind. Regulus smiled. “Hello, Sev.”

“Regulus.” Severus’s lips rose in the slightest smile as he stepped down off of his porch.

A crash shook the house.

“That’s right, you get out of this house, you filth! You freak!”

Severu’s face fell and he walked noticeably quicker. Silence fell over them as they trudged through the snow, and the nervous but hopeful and excited atmosphere had disappeared. Regulus silently panicked before doing the only thing he could think of. Behind his back, he swirled his wand, mentally intoning Orchideous. He caught the flowers before bringing them forward.

Severus rose a brow. “Really, Black?”

Regulus grinned.

rnbwxsprinkles · 05-12-2011, 02:04 PM

49. Wingardium Leviosa

“Wingardium Leviosa!” Reglulus was practically shouting by now, feeling impatient as he swirled his wand over and over but to no avail. This wasn’t working. Regulus looked around at everyone else. Even some of the Gryffindors had managed to send their feathers soaring in the air.

This would not do. Regulus was a Slytherin and a Black. He would not be the last to make this silly feather fly. He tried again.

“Wingardium Leviosa!”

And again.

“Wingardium LEVIOSA!”

Finally, Regulus gave a sneaky look around before simply letting himself focus on the feather and lashing out. Fly, you stupid thing! Fly! It flew. Regulus grinned happily. There. Finally. It continued to raise to the ceiling.

“Ah-ah-ah, Mr. Black. I know your family’s tendency to show the wandless magic of a child for longer than most, but you can’t rely on your emotions your whole life, can you?” Flitwick squeaked.

Regulus sighed, put out, the feather coming back down. “No, sir.”

“Now try again please. Swish, flick and remember to emphasize correctly.”

Regulus paused, concentrating before swishing, flicking, and proclaiming, “Windardium Leviosa!” Regulus’ grin returned when his wand finally channeled the magic correctly, causing the feather to rise again.

“Good Boy.”

rnbwxsprinkles · 05-17-2011, 01:18 AM

10. Engorgio

“Sirius, stop. Sirius, it’s gross!” Regulus pouted, watching his brother poke at the wriggling thing. Regulus usually didn’t mind bugs or worms, but this mutant cross between both had too many legs. Worse, it was slightly squished in the middle and instead of running, those legs just kept going and going.

“What, Reggie, don’t like it?” Sirius smirked, and Regulus gave his brother a wary look.

“No.”

Sirius poked his wand underneath it, picking it up and bringing it closer to Regulus’ face. “Why not? I think it’s cool!”

Regulus let out a noise of displeasure and backed away when the thing was just inches from his nose. “Sirius! Stop it!” He tried desperately to adopt the same demanding tone their parents used to scold. Instead, his voice shook, making Sirius’ smirk deepen into a grin.

Sirius picked up the centipede between two fingers--“Engorgio--” and threw it.

Regulus yelped when it came right at him. Legs were all over his face. The disgusting, bloodied underbelly was all he could see.

“Boys! That is enough! Back inside, now! Sirius, to your room! Your father will speak with you.”

“Yes mum.”

The horrific thing gone, Regulus sniffled, trailing behind his mother.

rnbwxsprinkles · 05-17-2011, 05:01 AM

47. Twitchy Ears Hex

Regulus paused outside of the fourth year dorm room. He shifted uncomfortably, knowing that, as a second year, he wasn’t really supposed to go inside. After a few seconds, though, Regulus decided he couldn’t stand the twitching in his ears. He opened the door and slipped inside, letting his eyes adjust to the dark, eyes scanning for Severus’ bed.

When he could finally see, Regulus crept forward toward his adopted older brother. He pulled back the curtain and shook Severus’ shoulder lightly. “Sev?”

The figure shifted before turning toward him with a grunt. “Regulus? What are you doing in here?”

Regulus swallowed. “I can’t get it to stop.”

“Get what to stop, may I ask?” Severus sat up, looking irritated.

“My ears!” Regulus exclaimed, feeling a lump in his throat growing. “I was late for curfew, and Sirius jumped out of a cubboard at me.”

Severus peered at his young friend’s ears, recognizing the hex. Luckily, it wasn’t anything all that special. “Finite Incantatum. Go to bed, Black.”

Regulus smiled gratefully and left. Severus watched the retreating back. That a child should fear coming across his own brother in the dark reminded Severus of how much he hated this world.

rnbwxsprinkles · 05-26-2011, 12:47 AM

16. Impedimenta

Regulus shot off another curse, listening to Bellatrix laughing madly behind him. Regulus felt his stomach start to churn as he glanced back at the child she was after. It wasn’t right. This wasn’t taking their place or forcing the world to acknowledge them. This was nothing but torturing uselessly. It was terrorism.

Regulus heard a shout, the clamor intensifying in the small apartment building they’d raided. The Order had arrived. Regulus saw James Potter running past him and fought off the need to curse his legs off. A spell flew past, laser red. Regulus turned quickly. “Impedimenta!” Three people came to almost a stop in front of him.

Regulus’ wand lowered as blue eyes met grey. His brother pretended to not notice—to not know who was under that mask. But Regulus had known his brother too long to not notice the color in his eyes shift, his pupils shrink slightly and his lids widen. He finally saw an ‘R’ form on Sirius’ lips just as his own jaw prepared to push out the hiss of an ‘S.’ Without a word, Regulus turned on the spot and disapparated, hearing others do just the same but for completely different reasons.

rnbwxsprinkles · 05-26-2011, 02:24 PM

13. Flagrate

Regulus knew Severus was in detention. He also knew it was for getting caught up in something his brother and Potter had done. Regulus had had enough of hearing these stories, and enough of the double-standards around this school.

However, he could not figure out which window the room was behind. He looked down at the palm of his hand again, where he’d written down the room number—623—before looking confusedly back up at the looming wall of the castle. Well, there was nothing else for it. It was now or never.

Stooping and using all of his strength, Regulus threw a rock, missing the first shot, but landing the second. A figure appeared at the window, hovering, curious.

“Flagrate,” Regulus murmured before tracing the words, Sneak out, in the air over and over, not letting it fade until the figure disappeared.

He finally saw someone approaching him with quick steps, and hoped it was Severus. His face fell when he saw who it was.

“Regulus Black! Telling one of my Gryffindor girls to sneak out! Honestly! This is the kind of behavior I would have expected from your brother! Detention!”

Regulus bit back a curse. Mcgonagall. “Yes, ma’am.”

rnbwxsprinkles · 05-31-2011, 09:37 PM

3. Braking Charm

It was Slytherin v. Gryffindor. The fights in the hallway, the abuse, and the back-stabbing, all of it came to a head on the Quidditch field, the one place where they were allowed to hurt each other. Regulus met his brother’s eyes as their captains shook hands. Sirius twirled his bat and smirked; Regulus swallowed hard, gripping his broom tightly.

The game went smoothly until the second half. At first, Regulus thought he was only having trouble slowing down, and that maybe the braking charm on his broom had worn off. Then, he realized that he could hardly turn. Regulus glared, immediately assuming Sirius, then saw the bludger coming at him. His heart jumped straight into his throat. Eyes shut as he waited for pain, he felt something wooshing past him and heard a crack.

“I don’t believe it! Sirius Black has just hit a bludger away from the Seeker of the Slytherin team! Who happens to be his brother. His team’s not gonna like this!”

Regulus turned to Sirius, seeing James putting away a wand and Sirius screaming at him. Suddenly, Regulus could feel his broom stop fighting him just in time to dive after a glittering, golden ball.

rnbwxsprinkles · 06-08-2011, 03:05 AM

29. Obliviate

Regulus had listened anxiously to screaming all day. His brother and mother had been stepping over each other’s toes, and their arguments were crossing the line between just ignore it and sigh and God, I can’t take it anymore.

“That’s it! I’ve had it, you bloody old hag! I’m leaving!”

“Good! Leave! You are no son of mine.”

Footsteps slammed to Sirius’ room, and Regulus held his breath. He could hear shuffling, scuffing and curses, all different than Sirius’ usual tantrum which often consisted at throwing things at his walls.

Regulus gulped and got off of his bed, closing his door behind him when he stepped into the hallway. He crept nervously toward his brother’s door just as it swung in and Sirius stepped out, wand and rucksack in hand.

“You can come with me,” Sirius said, no doubt one last plea left over from the days at school when Sirius had taken to pulling Regulus aside and talking long about a war Regulus wasn’t sure he understood yet.

“No I can’t.”

As Regulus watched his brother walk out of the door, he wondered if it were possible for him to wipe his own memory. “Obliviate,” he whispered. It wasn’t.

*Title is a lyric from "Illusion" by VNV Nation, an absolutely beautiful song.

rnbwxsprinkles · 06-21-2011, 05:02 PM

24. Lumos

Regulus couldn’t sleep. His hand automatically went for the wand that he kept on his night stand as he stood.

“Lumos,” he whispered.

He knew he could have lit a candle or brightened up the entire room, but something about disturbing as little of the night as he could made Regulus feel better, calmer somehow. From under his bed, he pulled a picture to eye level and squinted slightly, moving his wand so that the light did not cause a glare on the glass.

He stared at his brother’s laughing face and his own shy grin. It was before Hogwarts even—when life was bright and happy, when family meant safety even if their mother was a bit crazy, and when childhood was still innocent.

Regulus could remember happy faces, smiles, laughter, and care. Andromeda, Narcissa, Bella, Sirius, and himself had once been closer than anyone. They’d played together, defended each other. They’d never questioned each other, even when Bellatrix did something slightly more horrible than the rest of them would, even when Sirius always wanted to be Muggle but would throw a tantrum when he couldn’t have a “wand.”
He could remember when life had been only light—innocence.

rnbwxsprinkles · 06-21-2011, 05:14 PM

28. Nox

“Nox.” Now, life was only darkness. Each time he closed his eyes, the faces of the dead flashed before him, mixing in to and swirling with the static of light spots behind his eyelids. When he opened his eyes to the pitch blackness of his room, it was no better.

He could hear laughter outside and could picture the small group of friends walking past the house that they could never see. They were most likely muggle, dressed in jeans and t-shirts, their hair messy and their minds innocent, unknowing, completely unaware of their worst enemies lurking around them.

This wasn’t what Regulus wanted. He wanted his people to stop needing to hide. He wanted children to be allowed to defend themselves from muggles who saw what they could do and called them freaks. He didn’t want to kill and to torture.

He didn’t want to feel haunted whenever the lights were put out. He didn’t want to see children crying, mothers screaming, fathers turned white with fear. He didn’t want to know what shocked eyes looked like as their life was stolen. He wanted darkness to become again what it had once been: nothing but blackness, empty of guilt.

rnbwxsprinkles · 07-13-2011, 03:33 PM

22.Legilimens

“What is this about, Black?” Severus asked, remaining standing as always, and looking at him with almost no expression.

Regulus took a breath. “I think you already know that. You’re a Legilamens, and I’m a terrible Occlumens… when it comes to you at least.”

“Only because deep down, you always want me to know,” Snape remarked.

Regulus smiled weakly. “The fact that you know that proves it.”

“Yes.” There was a silence before Severus seemed to realize that Regulus saw no point in saying it aloud. “You’re a fool to even think it. One slip and the Dark Lord will have you.”

“I know.” Regulus’ voice was soft enough to betray his emotions, something that rarely occurred, especially now when he was constantly in such a delicate position. Working ~~with~~ for the Dark Lord was like walking bear-foot on the edge of a knife: even if you managed to not fall off, you still got cut.

Severus could only turn away to hide his fear when Regulus finally said aloud, “He’s wrong. I know it’s selfish to tell you this and hope that you won’t let him know. But I have to say it to someone. He’s wrong.”

“I know.”

rnbwxsprinkles · 12-15-2011, 09:18 PM

50. Waddiwasi

“Waddiwasi”

The whisper came from behind him, and Regulus tightened his hand around his quill even before he felt the ball of paper, no doubt wet with spit, against the back of his head.

“Oh honestly, Sirius.”

The second voice would be Lupin, Regulus knew, kind enough to whisper reproach over the snickering, but too much of a coward to shout it and not cunning enough to be a quiet threat. The shy fourth-year Gryffindor was always quite useless.

It was up to Regulus.

Forgoing subtlety, Regulus twisted in his chair and sent the spitball back in Sirius’ direction. The look on his brother’s face at his daring as the spitball bounced off of his forehead, and the success of pulling it off while the professor’s back was turned but the rest of the class watched made Regulus grin as he turned back to his notes. With a faint hope for victory, he threw a glance at Severus, but the other boy looked murderous, his knuckles and lips white. “Waddiwasi”—a spitball hit Severus then, and Regulus as well. Regulus’ face fell, suddenly regretting that he’d been promoted from third year Arithmancy.

It was going to be a long year.

rnbwxsprinkles · 12-20-2011, 01:29 AM

19. Jelly Legs

It was getting difficult to walk and breathe at the same time. The effect over all was so reminiscent of a jelly legs jinx that when Regulus glanced nervously behind him, he half expected to see his brother, grinning. But no. Sirius wouldn’t be here. Sirius wouldn’t be in this dark , unknown room where new recruits shuffled fearfully.

He wanted to leave, but he would regret it if he did. He needed to do this for his family and for the hundreds of wizarding children coming into the world every day that would need to live their lives in oppression and secrecy broken carelessly by mudbloods.

Regulus wasn’t quite sure how, but the silence deepened. He supposed it had been at first accompanied by whispers he could only just hear, but now it was so complete it was almost a sound in itself. His heart thudded. He didn’t dare turn his head, and he didn’t have to as the Dark Lord walked into his field of vision, taking his place at the front of the circle, blood-red eyes flashing.

“Welcome, my Death Eaters, to initiation.”

Regulus let out a shaky breath, his chest collapsing twice unevenly as he exhaled.

rnbwxsprinkles · 12-20-2011, 05:01 PM

20. Knitting Charm

Regulus read the numbers again, feigning calculation and waiting for his mother to leave. At least she wasn’t whispering madness or praising all of his short-comings loudly even while her eyes showed that her mind was on someone else completely—a different son she had secretly favored. Sirius was much more of a Black than Regulus who was impressionable, soft, dependent. She called it loyalty, but it had none of that fire. It was nothing more than a painful need to please the people around him. It was a rather pathetic, childish brand of love, he thought.

Regulus closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the fire crackle, the sound as his mother turned a page, and the soft clicks of Kreacher’s knitting charm as the elf replicated his Hogwarts cardigan so that “Master and Mistress wouldn’t have to go out into the cold for such things.” Regulus opened his eyes with an appreciative smirk. The product of a Slytherin family, Kreacher certainly knew how to avoid such tactless subjects as the failing family “fortune.”

At last, his mother stood with a crisp ‘good night,’ and Regulus returned to sorting through his father’s affairs: gambling debts and failed investments.

rnbwxsprinkles · 12-27-2011, 09:31 PM

38. Rictumsempra

Back when Sirius and Regulus could agree on anything, the thing they agreed on most fervently was their love for Uncle Alphard. Uncle Alphard was their mother’s brother, but he and Mother couldn’t have been any more different. Mother was cold and disciplinary; Uncle Alphard was warm and forgiving, with a deep belly laugh that made his eyes crinkle at the corners and shine.

So when Sirius shouted “Mother! Reg! He’s here!” Regulus perked up immediately, abandoning his tutor-assigned geneology, and rushed out of their room, ignoring Phineus’ scoff. He almost fell down the stairs and stumbled into his Uncle who had just turned the corner.

“Uncle Al!” Regulus exclaimed breathlessly, hugging the man. Sirius practically bounced over.

“He ran into you. You should punish him. The you-know-what monster.” Sirius stage whispered this last bit, and Regulus’ eyes widened.

Alphard chuckled. “Oh really?”

Sirius nodded with a wicked grin. “I ruined Mum’s best vase,” he added slyly.

“Oh did you? Sounds like you’ve both misbehaved.” Alphard effected a regretful sigh and waved his wand. “Rictumsempra!”

The house filled with the giggles and shrieks of the two brothers as they rolled along the floor before a deep belly laugh joined in.

rnbwxsprinkles · 12-30-2011, 05:38 PM

26. Morsmordre

Time moved slowly as they lined up in front of him to stare into blood-red eyes. Regulus felt a intruding presence in his mind and repressed both a shudder and years of family-taught Occlumency. He had nothing to hide. Still, he held his breath.

“Kneel.”

Regulus did so, head bowed.

“Your arm.”

He paused, wondering if he was meant to give his left or right. The others had offered their left, but Regulus was left-handed. Surely it would be easily noticed on his wand arm. He panicked at the realization that his hesitation had gone on too long, and shoved his left arm out quickly, choosing to mimic and praying that there was no offense.

“You are left-handed are you not?”

Regulus nodded, for once relieved that his thoughts had not been hidden. “Yes, my lord.”

“Then you will give me your right arm.” The Dark Lord’s wand dug into his skin. “Morsmordre.” The new incantation was followed by a protean charm. Regulus held back the scream of pain as ink streamed into his skin. The ink was thick and hot and felt more like something alive, like a worm. As he backed away and looked down, the snake squirmed.

rnbwxsprinkles · 01-08-2012, 11:04 PM

9. Disapparate

Regulus remembers that the first time he met Severus Snape, he had still been under his brother’s wing. He knew later that that was most likely the reason Severus had given him a glare so painfully and frighteningly hateful that Regulus had wished he could have disapparated right there.

It was September 1st, 1972, the beginning of his first year. Then, he had still clung to Sirius, and Sirius had still allowed him to (Regulus thought bitterly years later that this had only been out of hope that Regulus would somehow be a Gryffindor). Regulus returned Mother’s good-bye with some anxiety before rushing off to follow his brother to the train where they would sit with Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew (he would be on first-name basis with them for only a few hours).

When they arrived at their customary carriage, there was already another boy, pale with black hair and eyes tired enough to look almost bruised. There were curses, both lingual and magical, exchanged, and then Severus looked Regulus in the eye with so much loathing that it took Regulus nearly six months to speak to the boy. Later, Severus would be almost as dear to him as Sirius.

rnbwxsprinkles · 01-15-2012, 12:57 AM

40. Sonorus

Regulus circled, searching for a flash of gold and fluttering wings, and reminded himself to listen to the commentary. They needed to be leading by three hundred points before he caught the snitch so that no one would be able to take the cup, no matter what happened during the year.

Both teams scored and just as Regulus was checking the difference, another voice with a stronger sonorous charm filled the air. Regulus didn’t pause, but immediately blushed at the words. It was his brother.

“And there goes the Slytherin seeker. I remember when he used to wet the bed. There was also a stuffed doll he was afraid of, and you should have seen him cower from thunder!”

Regulus grit his teeth at the sound of laughter and turned, ready to fly at Sirius and knock him right out of the stands. Before he could, a bludger flew at his brother’s face, the intent kept cleverly ambiguous by the fact that a Hufflepuff chaser had just passed the same spot.

“You just wait until I’m a beater, Dolohov!” The charm broke.

“Keep your head in the game, Black,” Dolohov shouted as he passed. Regulus smirked and continued his search.

rnbwxsprinkles · 02-04-2012, 02:26 AM

11. Expecto Patronum

Regulus looked around uncertainly. Everyone’s eyes were closed or glazed, their faces arranged in blissful expressions. He felt a stone sink in his gut. He couldn’t think of anything that felt like that, and even when he could, memories just didn’t work like that for him. Remembering something didn’t flood him with the emotions of the past. He swallowed and looked down at his wand. He wasn’t going to be able to do this.

“Is everyone ready?” the Professor’s voice cut into his thoughts. A chorus of ‘Yes!’ contrasted with the desperate ‘No!’ that reverberated through Regulus’ mind.

Each student went up, some producing whisps that swirled out of the tips of their wands before disappearing like cigarette smoke in the daylight, other producing whole clouds that detached, and wavered brightly as they floated forward. Then, it was his turn.

He stepped forward, at a complete loss. “Expecto Patronum,” he recited. Nothing. He flushed for a moment, thinking as he almost did about how he was the weak brother and how Sirius would have laughed cruelly had he been there.

The memory came to him as if it had been called forward by someone else entirely. It had been bright in that strange summer way where the world seemed hazy and green as if the leaves bled from the rays that pierced them. He and Sirius had perched on a bench beneath a tree and Sirius was nursing a scrape on Regulus’ knee. Regulus’ sniffling had just ended when he asked. “We’ll always be brothers, right?”

Sirius had looked up and grinned. “Yep. And I’ll always protect you cause I’m your big brother. And because you’re a big baby.” Regulus had kicked his brother’s shin in retaliation, and they had wrestled in the grass.

“Expecto Patronum!” To his astonishment, a large, silver fox bounded out of his wand and circled the room at a run once before disappearing.

“Wonderful, Mr. Black. You’re the first one this year!”

Regulus nodded and looked down, scratching his forehead to hide tears.

Author's Note: I usually make sure to write exactly 200 words in each drabble. This is 338. I didn't think shortening this would have done it justice.

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