A Brothers Love
Sirius and Regulus had a very damaged relationship and this is my story on what I think went on between the two of them. A short series of stories going through their life and how it affected the two of them.
Summary:
"Don't tell me what I'm doing. You have no idea what I'm doing." Regulus yelled. "And even if you did, you have no right to try and tell me what's best for me. You left! You have no idea what's best!"
"Regulus, I'm warning you as your brother. Don't do this." Sirius responded in a dark tone. "I will be joining the war against Voldemort and against all of his supporters. Brother or not, I will show you no mercy."
"I guess we'll meet in war." Regulus answered in as equally as dark of a tone. "I am loyal to the Dark Lord and we will destroy anyone who stands in our way."
My story of the two brothers on opposite sides, struggling with their feelings towards each other and their loyalty to either side.
Chapter one
"Reg! Here I come!" Sirius yells out in a childish five year old voice, squealing with laughter. His small grubby fingers pushed his brown floppy hair out of his line of vision and he spun around in circles, deciding where he wanted to look first.
Taking off in an unbalanced run he ran down the hall of their old creaky house. They were on the top floor of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, the house of the fortunate and pure-blood Black Family. On this floor were the bedrooms of the two Black sons, Sirius Black and Regulus Black. Both of whom were involved in an intense game of hide and seek, their mother, Walburga Black, and father, Orion Black, were down in one of the lower floors with the rest of the family.
It was a meeting of only the highest and most elite stature. All the family was here, including their older cousins Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Andromeda who were down in the dining room with the family.
Sirius and Regulus were so young, Regulus only being three, that they were often overlooked and allowed to run amuck when no one was looking and after the big dinner everyone had begun talking amongst each other and no care was given to the two boys.
Sirius ran down the hall towards Regulus's room. Assuming that he would hide in his favorite spot, deep in the back of his walk-in closet, Sirius knew to check their first. He opened the big door and ran around the dresser to the left of it and straight for the sliding closet doors. Pulling both sides open he ran straight to the far right hand corner where there was a small huddle of clothes looking oddly out of shape.
"Found ya!" Sirius yelled as he jumped on top of the huddle which proceeded to immediately start squealing as the two boys rolled around.
"Mine!" The three year old yelled to signify that it was his turn. He closed his eyes and began to babble his version of numbers. Sirius turned to run away, but before he could get out of the closet their house elf Kreacher appeared in front of them with a pop. That was enough to startle the three year old out of his counting concentration.
"Missus Black wants you in the living room." The small pale creature said from behind his long nose. The two boys stared at him with big eyes, both being too startled to say much, they nodded and Sirius began walking towards the hall after Kreacher who had already begun walking away.
He halted and looked back when he realized that Regulus wasn't following. "Coming Reggy?" He asked, holding his hand out to him. Regulus looked at him through bright blue eyes and came running up and grabbed his hand. Regulus wasn't advanced enough to understand everything, but he knew enough about his mother and fathers temperament to know that they had to obey or else pay the consequences.
Together they made their way down the many flights of stairs to the ground floor where the rest of the family was waiting.
"Boys!" Walburga screeched in high octaves. Despite the sound that something was dying, those were her excited and pleased tones. "Come over and say hello to your Aunt Druella." She motioned hurriedly with her scrawny pale arms, covered only by the black thin material of her dress. Next to her stood a tall pale woman with scrutinizingly dark eyes and a beautifully dark face.
"My, oh my, Sirius how you've grown. " She said in a tight lipped voice. "Why it's been a while, have you seen your cousins? They were just over their by the piano a short while ago. How old are you now?" She asked after the two boys had shuffled over to the two women. Various other older family members were around elsewhere glancing at the small group once in a while amongst their own conversations.
"Five ma'am." Sirius answered respectfully, meeting her eyes briefly before downcasting them again.
"And how old are you now young man?" She asked leaning down and looking at Regulus, who was forced to look up and meet her eyes. Rather than speaking up, he shyly held up three fingers and then rushed his hand back down to his side.
"Well haven't they grown, time flies doesn't it?" Pollux asked gruffly, their grandfather on their mothers side, as he approached the quadruplet.
"Yes it does. How are things father?" Walburga asked looking over at her father. Pollux worked in the Ministry of Magic and lately there had been a few disagreements between some of the employees there. The alliances being those who supported the mixing of magic and non-magical blood versus those who were like the Black family, pureblood extremists.
"The same as usual dear," He said with a heavy sigh. "The Minister may be a pure blood but he doesn't believe we are better. It's always the same argument day in and day out."
"What about the whispers of a Dark Lord?" Druella asked quietly, glancing around to ensure nobody was listening in. While the families here were all pureblood extremists, there was quite a hush on the idea of a ring leader to their ideals.
"Still only whispers, there hasn't been any acts. Only rumours, that quite honestly very few know about." Pollux murmured with a dark look, silencing the two gossiping women before they could continue questioning him. It was no secret that the Black family wanted a clean earth, rid of all non-magical blood.
"Well, is that squib still working in the ministry?" Walburga asked, taking note of the look and changing the subject.
"Of course he is." Druella interrupted with disgust. "Why on earth would they fire him, he doesn't do anything wrong except exist." She shook her head in obvious repulsion, then turned her gaze back to the two boys in front of them. "Don't worry though boys, you both have powerful magic running through your veins, you've already shown signs of magic. You're blood is clean."
They both just nodded, Sirius keeping his face blank while Regulus stared up at them with wide eyes, drinking in every thing they said as though it was his life line. Sirius wasn't old enough to entirely understand everything it was that they talked about but he wasn't entirely sure what the hatred was for those that were non-magical.
"Well boys, I only called you down here to send you two to bed, we have an early day tomorrow." Walburga informed them with proud smiles. She leaned down and gave the both of them a quick kiss on the cheek. "Up to bed with you." Then she, their aunt, and their grandfather all turned away from them and they were no longer existent as far as the rest of the group was concerned.
Sirius led Regulus back up to his bedroom and helped him change into pajamas. Then after tucking him into bed, Sirius sat beside him and stared at the ground for a moment.
"Don't worry Reg, I'll protect you from them." Sirius said looking at his brother finally. While Sirius didn't always fully understand what was going on in the grown up world, he could tell by the tone of voice the adults used something big was coming. He wasn't sure what, but he knew Regulus and himself were not going to be a part of it as long as he could help it. It wasn't safe.