I don't own. I just don't, okay? They are the sole property of Miss Joanna Katherine Rowling. This is Wolfstar, which, of course, means slash. Rated for swearing, smoking, some really deep feels, and whatever else I decide to add in the future.
Chapter I- The Ministry of Magic Deeply Regrets to Inform You
Sirius and Remus were in the flat that they had been sharing since they graduated earlier that year. They were on the couch; they had just finished talking to James and Lily through the mirror. They had all been thinking about meeting together soon, if they could find the time. They were all looking towards the Order, and it was getting harder to keep up.
On the radio Celestina Warbeck was cut off immediately for another missing wizard's notice. They had become common recently, but that was the first time there had been one in about a month. They exchanged glances and nodded at this.
They were saying who one was to contact if one knew the whereabouts of Mr. Bugg when a reddish owl landed on their windowsill, graceful and dignified, with obvious regality and importance.
The Ministry's, Remus eyed to the dog animagus.
"If it's another one about complaints from the neighbors about-" Sirius started to mumble. Remus flicked at the window, opening it, and the egotistic owl flew in and dropped the letter in front of the pair, and landed on the floor.
"Not this time, Padfoot," Remus said, picking up the letter. "Mr. S. O. Black," he read.
"Call me 'S. O. Black' one more time, Moons," Sirius joked as Remus gave it to him. It opened without a second of hesitation.
Mr. Sirius O. Black,
The Ministry of Magic deeply regrets to inform you of the recent deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Orion Black.
The incident occurred late yesterday evening, an inexplicable mishap involving dark magic.
As you are aware, this legally this leaves 12 Grimmauld Place in your possession, but, due to points made by one Bellatrix LeStrange, a hearing will be held in order to determine whether the House of Black should be left with you or your brother, Regulus A. Black.
The hearing has been scheduled at the Ministry for 28th July. In the case that you are unable to attend the hearing, it is required for you to send notice in order for your input to be taken into account.
Remus looked at Sirius for his reaction. There was somewhat of a lack of one. He was not upset, as anyone who knew him would know, but mostly shocked. This news was just sudden and unexpected. And not well prepared for. Sirius got a piece of parchment from the drawer beside the couch and a quill and started writing.
"What are you doing?" Remus asked him.
"Writing them, let them know I'm not coming. Reg can have the house." His voice showed an arrogant refusal to break. Remus put a hand on his shoulder. Sirius turned at him. "What?
"Do you really think you should?"
"Remus, you know I couldn't care less that-"
"I know you don't care at all about your parents dying. But you know that this isn't good. You can't leave it like that." Sirius looked at him. "We should take it."
"What the fuck, Moony?! I hate that place! You know that!"
"Yes, but giving it to Regulus would be giving Bellatrix exactly what she wants." Sirius let that sink in and crumpled his letter. He threw four knuts from his pocket at the owl, who flew away.
Sirius made a face. "I won't give the bitch the satisfaction."
Remus was the only person who ever saw Sirius get like this. They never talked about it, because they didn't have to. They sat a minute longer. "You okay?" That was when Sirius collapsed into him. "Come on, Padfoot, let's go get something to eat."
They were just finished eating dinner and talking to James on the mirror.
"Hey, guys. Guess what?"
"What is it?" Remus asked him.
"I'm gonna ask her," James grinned.
"You're gonna pop the question, Prongs?" Sirius inquired. James nodded.
"Congrats. Where are you?" Remus looked impressed.
"A bathroom in a Muggle restaurant."
The two canines looked at each other.
"I just needed your opinion on something."
"What?" James pulled out a wide golden ring, with a large emerald embedded in the center, with small diamonds around it in a circle. seeing it through the mirror caught the glare. Remus' eyes widened.
"It's very…"
"Big." James' smile faltered, and he began to make a very childish face.
"Too much?" James asked. Sirius snickered at him. Remus hit Sirius on the shoulder.
"Well, would you wear that?" he whispered harshly.
"Is Prongs proposing to me?" Remus countered. "It's great," he told him. Sirius shook his head and hands mouthing 'no.'
James stuck his tongue out. "It doesn't matter what you think, Padfoot, because my Lilykins is gonna love it!" That made Remus chuckle. "I saw this, and I said, 'That's Lily,' y'know?" Sirius found that hilarious. "I could see her eyes and- Pads! Stop laughing!"
"You should just hear yourself right now, Prongs. You sound so pathetic, ogling over that little ring."
"I am not ogling! And this is not a ring, this is the difference between life and death for one of your closest friends! It has to be perfect, or- she'll never forgive me- no, she'll kill me!"
"Godric, James," Remus said, as if he was talking to a three-year-old, "this is Lily we're talking about, not You-Know-Who."
"You two just don't understand," James said.
"We sure don't!" Sirius laughed at him.
"You don't know what it's like, it's because you've never been in love with my Lily."
"That's it," Sirius chuckled.
"Yep. Oh, and, James?" James nodded. "That is the engagement ring, right?"
"Yeah…"
"Then the wedding band should be a lot smaller and more modest." James nodded again.
"Alright, man, best of luck with you," Sirius said as James put the mirror up. "Guess our stag isn't a stag anymore," Sirius said, with pretend tears of pride rolling down his face. Remus punched him in the shoulder and they both laughed.
The grandfather clock standing tall tolled midnight, but nine-year-old Sirius Black was not sleeping. He sat in his bed, holding a sobbing Regulus, who had snuck across the hall and into his brother's room.
"You don't have to take it, Siri," Regulus sniffled.
"Yes, I do."
"Why do you always say that?" Regulus said, the tears streaming down his face.
"Because you're my brother, and it's better on you if I do." Sirius only held his brother tighter as Regulus struggled against him. Sirius was hardly over a year older, but Regulus was about half his size.
"You shouldn't have to…" he whined.
"It's better me than you."
"No it's not. I did wrong, and it-"
"Don't say that. You didn't do anything wrong. She's the one who's wrong."
"Siri!"
"You were right to question it." Regulus sniffled and turned away from his brother. "Listen to me, Reg." Sirius grabbed his chin and forced eye contact. "Does it make sense to you?"
"No, but-"
"Do you wanna know why she feels that way?" Regulus let out a sob. "Do you wanna know why you're supposed to feel that way?" He prodded his brother in the chest with the 'you're.'
"Yes, Siri, but-" Sirius released his chin when he answered.
"Then question it! Question her! Question everything, if you bloody well feel like it!" Regulus flinched at his brother's tone. "I'm here, beside you, questioning it. And I'll be at Hogwarts in two years, and I'll learn how to counter everything she can throw at me. At us." He went on. "Then, soon as I can, I'll leave."
"Will you take me with you?" Regulus asked, tears still streaming down his face.
"Do you want me to take you with me?" Regulus nodded, and Sirius wrapped an arm around him and had him lie down.
"I don't wanna be here alone," Reg whispered.
"Then I'll take you, promise." Regulus yawned. "Night."
"Night, Siri…" Regulus sighed, curling up next to him.
"I love you, brother," Sirius said as Regulus drifted off to sleep.
Things kept being thrown into the trunks and bags. "Kreacher!"
"Disgrace to the name of Black," Kreacher muttered.
"Shut your mouth and help me pack. Don't tell anyone what you're doing until I've left." Kreacher was gathering stuff up when someone knocked on Sirius' door.
"Sirius?" Regulus' voice sounded so defeated. Sirius opened the door to look at him.
"Hello, Reg."
"Mother stopped screaming, and I heard your door slam. Figured it was alright now."
"You couldn't be more wrong," Sirius mouthed.
"Why is it this way?"
"What? Why are our rooms across from each other? Dunno, ask-"
"No. Why are you always fighting with everyone?"
"Why is everyone always picking a fight with me?" he shot back.
"I know it's hard, Siri, but you should at least try-"
"'To get along'?" Sirius finished. "I did. For the longest time."
"Just a little while longer, though, and-"
"Just two more years of biting my tongue before they can't do anything about it."
"Two years, though, Sirius."
"I don't know how you do it, Reg. I can't do this anymore."
"Sirius, they're our parents."
"In the loosest sense. It's not right, though, you know that!" Tears streamed down Regulus' face. "I won't deal with this anymore."
"You're leaving."
Sirius sighed. "Reg…" Regulus begged him with his eyes.
"No. Take me with you."
"You know I can't…"
"You have to!" Regulus said.
"Reg, I can't. I'm underage enough; you know they don't care enough to do anything, but if I take you, they'll get me for kidnapping. I'm sorry."
"But it's not kidnapping! I'm running, too!"
"You know they won't believe that." Regulus sobbed. Sirius grabbed his things and headed down the stairs.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING WITH THOSE BAGS?!" Walburga screamed at Sirius.
"Away from here," he said simply.
"No you're not! Nowhere will take you!"
"I could think of a hundred places better than here where I'm happily welcomed."
"ORION! This boy thinks he's running away!" Orion was face to face with Sirius, coming in from a side door.
"What is this? You're not going anywhere, you ungrateful sot!" His hand went out to strike Sirius, but Sirius just grabbed his wrist calmly.
"No. Never again." He twisted Orion's wrist and pushed him, knocking the man off his feet, as he was shocked to the point where he couldn't even realize what was happening. Everyone stared in shock at what had just happened. Sirius had always cut cheek, and he'd gotten slapped, cursed, and blistered countless times for it, but he'd never struck back or even put a hand up to stop it.
"You son of a bitch." Sirius smirked and turned to face his mother.
"I sure am." He turned, and headed for the door.
"YOU LEAVE, AND YOU'LL NEVER STEP FOOT IN THIS HOUSE AGAIN!"
"That's fine by me!"
Walburga shrieked in frustration and started heading up the stairs. Orion stood up, and headed towards his daze room.
Regulus stepped up to his brother and whispered.
"Take me with you." Sirius sighed. "You have to! You promised!"
"Oh, Reg, you know I would if I could. But I can't. Not now."
"Sirius…"
"I'm sorry."
"Come back for me," Regulus pleaded.
"I don't know if I-"
"Promise you'll come back for me."
"Okay. I promise." Regulus was shaking now.
"Sirius…" he said.
"Goodbye, Reg."
"I love you, Sirius," Regulus sobbed. "I know it's way too late to say it, but-"
"Better late than never," Sirius gave in, and ruffled his hair playfully. "I love you too. Always will. Stay strong; don't ever let them break you. You hear me? Take care of yourself."
"I will."
Sirius stepped out and and closed the door. Regulus collapsed to his knees.
Sirius woke up in a cold sweat. He was shaking the entire bed with his sobs.
"Sirius? What's wrong?" Remus was half-asleep.
"I promised."
Who else loves RAB? I love him sooo much! He's like a sweeter, more sensitive Sirius, and I think that just makes him more lovable to me.
Okay, I was crying before I finished this. Is this too deep for a first chappie?
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