Disclaimer: Don't. Own. Harry. Potter...or any dry ice. That would be pretty wicked. "For today's biology lab, I used...DRY ICE!"
eeh anyway, I figure we don't see enough Sirius-Regulus interaction in the series. This was inspired by the song "Star-Cross'd Brothers" by Chaos of the Phoenix. I mean, really, is Sirius that much of a cold-hearted bastard that he wouldn't care that his own bro got killed? Me thinks not. Also, its called "Dry Ice" cause it is cold, but it burns to the touch, and lets off smoke like lies, blah blah blah...symbolism. (ahh thanks to iamthelorax for giving me a reason to call it Dry Ice so the name didn't have to change.
And yes, I was thinking of Romeo and Juliet when I phrased a phrase the way I did. Refusing names and such. And yes, I did intentinally end it on the word black. it's a pun, people!
"Hey, Lily, do you think…" James Potter (Alias: Prongs, second smartest kid in the year, after me of course.) began to jog and catch up with the fiercest redhead in our year, only to stop completely when she threw him an evil look.
I walked up to my best friend and laughed at his crestfallen expression, "Maybe better luck this year, mate." I quipped.
"Doesn't look like it." Remus Lupin (Alias: Moony), my other best friend and prefect, commented.
"I don't know, it might happen." Peter (Alias: Wormtail), the fourth member of the Marauders and worst student in our year, argued back as he waddled up to stand with us.
I let out my signature bark-like laugh again as James mumbled, "Eh..I hope so."
I was entering my 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'd run away from home that summer. Why? Here's why: The Black family, my family, were all purebloods all the way back. They were obsessed with keeping their blood clean of any Muggles or squibs. The whole thing was disgusting, to me. The whole family line was polluted with Slytherin's; you hardly ever saw a Gryffindor, let alone a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. I was an exception, I was a Gryffindor. So, like I said, I ran away from my family this summer and stayed over at Prongs' house where I was welcome. They wouldn't sneer at me just for being placed in a different house than the rest of the family, because I had different ideas than everyone else. Because I was a rebel. I'd say it was a pretty good life, everything was going great, and even as planned I might have dared to think…Until suddenly a familiar voice, not unlike my own, sounded behind me.
"Sirius, brother, wait!"
Scowling, I glanced over my shoulder, but instead of addressing the newcomer I spoke to the Marauders, "It's nothing, just some scum. Let's catch a carriage."
Moony sighed; he didn't like to blow people off, but knew better than to get between me and my brother Regulus. Wormtail just laughed nervously and James sneered openly.
"Sirius, we need to talk! Look at me!" Surprisingly, Regulus reached out with a strong hand and gripped my shoulder. Was this really my kid brother? I shrugged it off. He was panting; he must have run to catch us before we got to the carriages.
"Alright…I'll think about listening." I gave a pause, "No, just kidding, I won't." I tried to turn away again, but Regulus stood firm.
"Mum's furious at you for running away! It's really tearing at her and dad!" He informed me. The clouds that had built up on the train ride from London began the 'pat pat' pattern of falling rain.
"You expect me to believe that? They only kept me around to make you, their prized son, look better." I replied with fury. The rain was coming a bit faster.
"That may be…but did you ever spare a thought of me? Your own brother…" Regulus began, but I quickly cut in. I was getting soaked.
"You're the same as the rest of them: obsessed with bloodlines and proper dignity. I'm not coming home, and I'm not having this discussion. Bye, Regulus." I told him coldly, and stepped into the carriage where my friends were patiently waiting (unless you count James threatening me with jinxes I'm sure he made up) to join them.
We'd reached the carriages some time ago, seeing as we walked while we talked. (We weren't so thick we couldn't walk and talk at the same time, honesty!) However, despite our swift walking, we were still caught in the rain. It was coming down pretty hard by now.
"But Sirius!" Regulus tried one last time. I ignored him. Taking my seat next to James, I looked back at my brother only once, then turned to Prongs pretending not to see the broken, maybe desperate look on his face as the carriage pulled away and rain enveloped him in its cold spray.
