Thoughts
Family, K+, drabble fic, children!Black Brother, and grammar mistakes.
No matter how many times I've wrote fanfictions about Black family, the disclaimer won't change: I own nothing but the plot. Not even Regulus. #cries
"And I thought that you don't like anything about the family."
Sirius gave the far older woman his deadliest glare. He was only 6 years old, yes—but hating this kind of woman, no matter who she was, had already implanted in his mind since the first time his dear Mother talked about purity of their bloodline. He puffed his cheeks sulkily. "I do not."
"Then, why are you here, standing next to me?"
"I'm here for Regulus."
"Oh? So you don't care about our family, but you do care about Regulus?"
Sirius chose not to answer it. He watched for his brother, who was trying to ride his first broomstick, keenly like a wolf would do to its prey. But he wasn't hoping Regulus to fail. He was hoping for his four years old younger brother to do it perfectly without getting any scratch.
Because Sirius hated it when Regulus cried.
"U-uh…" The young Black looked like he was in a dangerous situation. He was floating already 10 inches from the floor, ready to move forward and—
"REGULUS!"
-several second later, young Regulus found himself laying on the floor and exchanged glances with his room's ceiling.
By the way, his head hurts.
A lot.
But he wasn't going to cry.
Not if Sirius was here.
He woke up by himself, resisting the urge to cry while rubbing his aching head. He could hear Sirius' footsteps coming to his place; his brother's relieving whispers calmed him immediately. He wasn't hiccupping, only his tears left. But those too were wiped by Sirius' gentle and warm arms away. "There, there. It's okay. You can try it next time—or, if you want, we can ride it together!"
Regulus looked at his brother with his wet eyes, almost red from too much holding his tears back. "Really?"
Sirius nodded happily. He pulled his brother's hands carefully and took the naughty broomstick which made Regulus fell just now. "Come on, let's ride it together. We'll go around the house—"
"Can we go upstairs too?"
"—of course we can! As long as we don't get caught by those muggles…"
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Walburga Black took a deep sigh.
What should she do now? Return to the living room to read Daily Prophet? Watch over her sons so they would get no accidents? Or reminding Sirius how dangerous it was to ride a single broomstick with his brother?
Ah. Just forget the last one. That kid wouldn't listen to her even for once.
Anyway, visiting her nieces seemed to be a good idea…
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The end.