Tomorrow
His brother wants to play, but he knows he can't. "I have to take a shower," he explains. "Tomorrow, maybe," he adds to himself as he runs barefoot through the dewy grass. "Tomorrow."
His brother wants to go star gazing with him, but he is far too tired. "Tomorrow, maybe," he says, loud enough to be heard this time. "Tomorrow."
His brother has wanted to do some weird things, but wanting to wash his feet? He has to go to a friend's house anyway. "Tomorrow, maybe," he says, rolling his eyes at the thought of participating in something so odd. "Tomorrow."
His brother wants to go to Hogwarts, but his brother is a year too young. "Tomorrow, maybe," he says, laughing and ruffling his brother's hair. "Tomorrow."
His brother wants to be in Gryffindor, but the Hat says no. "Tomorrow, maybe?" his brother asks hopefully. The Hat chuckles at the phrase he's heard once before. "Tomorrow."
His brother wants to talk to him, but they are rivals now, and this is a public place. "Tomorrow, maybe," he says uneasily. "Tomorrow."
His brother wants to visit him, but his brother is no longer welcome. "Tomorrow, maybe," he says before he slams the door. "Tomorrow."
His brother wants to live, but Voldemort says no. It's been a few days and his brother hasn't died yet. "Tomorrow, maybe," they both think. "Tomorrow."
A/n: Just some random thing inspired by my own brother about Sirius and Regulus, of course.