Summary: I wasn't going to be surprised if she left. I mean, who would ever learn to love the sadomasochistic Slytherin Regulus Black?

A/N: Hey guys! I am still gonna update "Call Me Crazy" but this just totally came into my mind when I made Regulus' chapter. It's lovely, isn't it? Hurray:D I'll see you all in my reviews, I hope. :D Love you all! Please try to read this too. :(

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If you didn't know that, I'd just laugh. Seriously.

Chapter One

"Regulus, you better come down here in the next five seconds or I'll personally come up there and flower up your room."

I always hated it when Sirius said that. Sirius Black was my gay excuse of an older brother who had so-called disgraced the family line by being a Gryffindor and who had unfortunately been dubbed as the sex god ever since he was fifth year. Now that I am bloody sixth year and he's graduating, everyone thinks I'll somewhat continue the legacy.

Of course, everyone else is stupid.

Everyone knows that the "almighty Sirius Black" has a sadomasochistic little brother named Regulus Black, who is rumored to actually trace burn scars on his arm and purposefully cast Crutacius curses on himself. Well, only the first part's true. Muggle ways of causing harm to oneself is boring. But anyway, everyone thinks I'm going to snap out of this "little phase" I'm going through and step up to become a major sex god. No thanks. I like being a bit on the skinny side, although Sirius trained me by wrestling me half the time to get downstairs.

"Why do I have to go down there again?" I asked out loud, gently fingering the recent burn scar that I made on my left arm. It was very beautiful, I mused, as I lightly grazed the tip of my finger on top of the scar.

"Mum wants you downstairs. She'd hate eating dinner with the disgrace and without her favorite little boy," I heard Sirius say, and I rolled my eyes. I hated my mother. She was rude and despicable. Father wasn't any different. That's probably the reason why they hardly ever fought. They agreed on almost everything, being the despotic creatures they are.

I sighed and stood up, opening the door to my room. Sirius stood at his tall 6'2 frame, leaning against the doorway with a smirk on his face. I admit, Sirius was good-looking. He had long dark brown hair that was tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and intense gray eyes. Those eyes express everything, really.

"Can we go now and get this over with?" he said, looking down at me. I nodded briefly and went downstairs. This house was always gloomy, that was the way I liked it. Sirius always wrinkled his nose whenever he arrived home for the summer (spending holidays with the Potters was his way of escape; Mother loved it when he was gone) and he states it aloud that it got dirtier and dirtier every time he came back.

Kreacher gets mad, and that's what causes my amusement. Whenever Sirius and Kreacher get at their fights again, the statistics are always madly funny:

Sirius: 305, Kreacher: -4. They don't fight all the time because they avoid each other to no end. Kreacher thinks he's a traitor, but he's really great when it comes to causing turmoil and annoyance to other people. I admire those traits in my brother. Makes me wonder why I never got them.

Dinner was uneventful.

Very uneventful. Mother actually liked it because Sirius shut up all throughout dinner, eating his food quietly and standing up as soon as possible to leave. But before he left, he turned around and said with a bitter smile, "I won't see you all after this. I love you all very much."

The last part actually sounded a bit sincere, but he looked at me when he said it. I was clearly the only one who treated him the way he should be treated... Like a brother. Mother actually smiled at the fact that he was leaving, and Father was simply staring off into space, looking stoned.

I stood up and followed Sirius as he walked up the stairs. "Are you actually serious about all this?" I questioned. Sirius turned to me and offered me a famous sex-god smile.

"Of course, I'm Sirius. Haven't you been living with me your whole life?" he said crisply, and I grabbed his wrist, glaring into his eyes. He knew what I meant. "Yes, I'm leaving. I'm moving to the Potters' house. I just can't stay here anymore, Regulus. I've outstayed my welcome."

"But you LIVE here!" I hissed. "This is your home, Sirius."

"No, it's not, Reg. It never was, never will be." He gently released his wrist from my death grip and turned to face me, his hands resting on my thin shoulders. That's when I really got to look at Sirius. He already had dark bags under his eyes and he was thinner than usual. I felt bad, but then again everyone suffers. "You're my brother, Regulus. And I'd hate to leave you alone here. But... I just don't want to be here anymore."

Then he turned and left up the stairs. I felt a bit numb all over. Nobody's exactly left me before. It's not like I had anybody to begin with. I've lived my life alone. I had my immature Mother who believed that House is law and anyone from another house was pathetic. I had my barely-there Father who was just staring off into space half the time and causing death and turmoil the other half of the time.

All I had was my brother, Sirius. We don't look like it, but we are pretty close. When Mother beats him, he goes to me and I try to help him, although it is to no avail. I never really was good at helping people. Sirius was actually more of the light in my hell hole of a life. And now that he's gone...

What the hell is going to make me be a bit stronger than I was?

Now that Crutacius curse sounds bloody appealing. I walked up to the solace of my room, fingering my wand in my hand. I sighed and leaned back against my bed, allowing one tear to fall. One tear wouldn't have made a difference.

Sirius still would've left.