Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Author's Notes: This story is for the wonderful Dialogue Competition by turnthatfrownupsidedown on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. Also, I would like to thank reallyhatebananas for being an awesome beta! My prompts were broomsticks, like brothers do, and "Is this all just a game to you?".
Speechless
"Eavesdropping isn't polite, Sirius, especially not in someone's private chambers."
"Dearest Regulus—if you were going to have conversations like that, you should have known to take them somewhere else."
"What did you hear?"
"You don't have to get so uptight, but I heard enough—enough to know that you've got that godforsaken Dark Mark on your arm and that you're doing his dirty business with some bloody locket—a bit speechless now, Regulus?"
"Sirius, brother…you know that I can't have you running off to tell our parents."
"So now you're a killer too? I would have never expected that from you, Regulus. Don't worry, though—I won't tell mummy and daddy—but the Ministry will hear of it soon enough if you don't get yourself away from that crowd."
"Is that a threat? ...Wait, Sirius—what in the world are you doing? Sirius! Bloody..fuck..damn it all—you broke my nose, you bloody arse—stop that, put the broomstick down!"
"I bet that hurt—didn't it? So stop getting on with all that crap and I won't hit you again! Promise me you'll stop!"
"Is this all just a game to you, Sirius? I can't promise you anything so easily—I've got the Dark Lord breathing down my neck! Even if I wanted to leave, I'd be a dead man walking!"
"You're a filthy coward then!"
"You don't understand anything about this matter, Sirius—and why do you care, anyway? You did all you could to alienate yourself from this family since the day you could speak!"
"You're still my brother, no matter what I've done to avoid that fact! Brothers look out for each other—it's what they do—and right now I'm trying to pull you out of the pile of utter shit you're getting yourself into! Wait, Reg—give me the broomstick back—fuck. Fuck that hurts."
"Yeah, it did hurt—just for the record. Now, Sirius, you're going to forget everything that just transpired between us. I'm sorry; this will only take a moment—"
"Don't you dare—don't y—put your wand down! Put it down now!"
"I'm sorry, Sirius—I can't have you running off to those Potter friends of yours, or the Ministry. Just know that I love you—"
"What the hell are you talking about? What does love have to do with you holding your wand against me?"
"—and that what I'm about to do will save your life if the Dark Lord comes calling—"
"Regulus!"
"—because, this is what brothers do."
"REGU—"
"OBLIVIATE!"
"Regulus? What's going on? Why—why am I bleeding? Why are you bleeding?"
"You crashed into me on your broom. I think you were trying to fly through the hall, Sirius. You broke down my door, too—see?"
"Oh, shut up. Wipe that stupid grin off your face and don't laugh at me like that—help me up, would you?"
"Sure thing, Sirius. Stay out of trouble now."
"All right—I guess I'll be off then. I think I was supposed to meet James somewhere today… or something. Funny…"
"Problem, Sirius?"
"I just can't… remember."
"Go, go. Have fun. I love you… Oh, come on—don't give me that look. Brothers can be soft on each other sometimes."
"Yeah, yeah—I love you too, Regulus. Thanks for everything, you know."
"Don't mention it."
"Well, see you later!"
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"No, you won't—goodbye, Sirius… Kreacher! Do you have the locket I told you to look after? Very well, we must go now."
"Yes, Master Regulus."
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