This will be a collection of Regulus-centric fics for the Favourite Character Boot Camp Challenge on HPFC. If you have any ideas/plot bunnies for future chapters, please tell me in a review!
For the Song Fic Boot Camp (Song: Chasing Pavements-Adele, Prompt: Family), Favourite Character Boot Camp (Character: Regulus Black, Prompt: Hate)
Inspired by the song Chasing Pavements by Adele, particularly the lines I've made up my mind, don't need to think it over / Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements
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"Sirius, where're you going?" you ask impatiently. You know your parents and brother have had their fair share of disagreements throughout the years. Sirius is the unwanted son, the white sheep in the pasture that was full of black ones. He doesn't belong in the Black family, and he knew it. He never argued this point, it just made him want to stretch out his wings even more.
"I'm leaving, I've had enough. I need to get out of here, Reg." His grey eyes are cold with anger at his parents' most recent ream of insults.
"Sirius," you start, pushing back tears from falling. "Please," you murmur imploringly.
"Look, Regulus. If I could do anything at all to help you, I would. But you can't change my mind on this, I don't need to re-think anything. I've been going through this for long enough. I'm done with them, I'm out." He says this with a note of finality, and you know that you've got a better chance of convincing your parents that Muggleborns are superior to Purebloods than of getting Sirius to stay.
"Sirius, I know I can't change your mind at this point, and I'm not trying to. I just want to know what made you hate them so much. I mean, I understand, they've been awful to you, but they—"
"You can't even finish that sentence, can you? Look, Reg. I know they're family, but that doesn't have any impact on my decision. They've put me through so much shit. You know I can't forgive that."
"I know. I'm not asking you to. I just… I don't want to live here without you, Sirius. Where do you even plan on going? You haven't got a place to stay."
"I'll find somewhere. Don't worry about me."
And with that, he was gone, and you were left on your own, wondering if you too should just up and leave. Your parents treasured you, you were their 'picture-perfect' child. You know that you couldn't find enough courage in you to turn your back on your family—all you had ever known. You didn't have that Gryffindor bravery to do that, so you stayed, but the thought was nagging in the back of your mind for years: 'Should I have given up? Should I keep going?'