Sirius's P.O.V
I am the boy who holds his gay little brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. He was once our parents' favorite, the perfect child for I was the disgrace to the family name.
I was the Gryffindor and proud of it. I was in love with a boy and honest about it, I was the easy one to hate. But little Reg, just had to come out to our overly narrow minded parents.
Our parents over reacted as I knew they would. My little brother went from apple of their eyes to "yet another disgrace, just like your brother".
Lucius Malfoy took my brother's coming out as an invitation to rape him, over and over again. He became the main form of entertainment for the Slytherian boys.
His lover kept to himself, but then again Severus Snape was never really in the lime light. I may hate Snape, but he loves my brother and that's enough for me.
So here I lay just weeks after graduating, my sixteen year old brother held securely wrapped in my arms. Shaking form all crying, he's been crying non-stop for the past days.
I let him cry himself to sleep, I place a gentle kiss on his forehead and whisper in his ear "sleep well Little Reg, I love you".
Remus was waiting with coffee for me when I entered the kitchen of the small London apartment we bought together.
"How is he?" Moony asked as I sat down and gratefully accepted a hot mug of coffee. "He's asleep; I doubt he'll be fine in the morning though."
And I was right; my little brother was never the same again. Just two years later he joined the ranks of Voldemort, only to get himself killed just months later.
But he died long before his final breath. He died the day he admitted he loved another man.