Disclaimer: As you have probably already figured out I do not have the God-like writing skills necessary to be JKR
Please leave a review and it would be really appreciated
Enjoy
Once, I had a brother. He was everything to me, and I was everything to him.
He was the one that was always there to tell me everything would be okay. The one that told Mother he broke the vase so I didn't get into trouble. The one that congratulated me when I got something right. The one that snapped his chocolate bar in two and gave me the bigger half. He was the one that covered my ears when they hurt because Mother was shouting so loud. The one that hugged me tight and told me he'd never let me go.
Then he told me he had to leave for Hogwarts.
Everything went wrong when he was sorted into Gryffindor. Mother threw a fit, and Father shouted that he was associating with Mudbloods - and I listened to them, because he wasn't there anymore to cover my ears, to stop me from listening, to stop me from hearing them.
When I went to Hogwarts, I was sorted into Slytherin. That decided for him that I was just like the rest - just another Black.
He continued to drift further away from me, and I watched from afar as he grew. I didn't try to change it - we were too different, why bother?
Then he ran away. He let me go. He broke his promise.
I only saw him a little after that. He never looked at me. He never told me everything would be okay. He never got into trouble so I would get out. He never congratulated me when I got on the Quidditch team. He never shared anything with me. He never covered my ears when I didn't want to hear something. He never hugged me anymore or made promises that he would never keep.
Not anymore.
Then I got the Dark Mark, and he joined the Order of the Phoenix. We'd always known we were on different sides of a war, but now it was official.
I didn't see him for ages - not until just under a year had passed after I'd joined the Death Eaters. He was fighting for the Order, I was fighting for the Death Eaters - we were fighting against each other.
He recognised me. I don't know how - I had a mask on - but he did. He looked at me, and he said "How could you, Reg? I thought you were different."
It was a week later that the Dark Lord wanted an elf, and I let him use Kreacher.
Now, a year later, I know I'll never see him again. I'll never see anyone again. And as the poison runs through my veins, I see what I have always been to blind to see. He was right -he was always right - about everything. I'm sorry I failed him. I'm sorry I didn't listen.
I always blamed him for pushing me away but I pushed him away first.
I'm sorry, Sirius.