Just a chapter to see what the reception is like. Regulus is one of my favorite off-screen characters and doesn't get nearly enough love. Unfortunately, I'm making him a bit miserable before it gets better. Sorry Regulus.
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Chapter One: Nightmares
Sirius wouldn't have minded having a brother so much if it wasn't for the fact that he just wouldn't stop crying. Every time Kreacher managed to put the smaller boy to sleep he woke up screaming and babbling in his odd baby talk. And that was another one thing! Reg should have at least been talking in broken sentences, right? He was a Black after all. But every time he opened his mouth, a stream of nonsense poured out.
Having a little brother was the absolute worst.
Kreacher was at the end of his rope. He had changed the boy, fed him, and even sung a little song. Not even young master Sirius had been this much trouble. Kreacher would have suspected nightmares, except the child hadn't encountered anything remotely traumatic.
Regulus woke up again with a scream. This had gone on long enough. Kreacher restrained the thrashing boy with magic and placed his thin, bony fingers on the child's temples.
"Master Regulus will show Kreacher what he sees" the house elf whispered harshly. It wouldn't work on an older child, but it would work on the one and a half year-old. Kreacher reached out with his magic and...
The sharp tang of blood and metal filled the air, along with the smell of what seemed to be used fireworks. The wind stung Kreacher's face and one of his eyes had gone dark. He was standing behind a line of humans holding wooden contraptions with metal barrels. Across the field was another line of humans, two of them more finely dressed than the others. One of them held a blade to the other's neck. It was a hostage situation.
"Tachidomaru ka kare no jinsei wa bosshū sa reru." The words of the man with the blade were strange, but the meaning was clear. Back off or I'll kill him. The hostage raised his face and looked straight at Kreacher.
"Hōka!" he shouted. Kreacher felt his own mouth repeat the word with a cold detachment.
"Hōka," and the world exploded into blood and smoke.
AN: Points for anyone who knows where this is going.
Tachidomaru ka kare no jinsei wa bosshū sa reru- Stand down or his life is forfeit.
Hōka- Fire!