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Hate

I envy my brother, sometimes.

True, I am the "perfect son", our Mother's favorite, the youngest Seeker ever of Slytherin house, the pride of the House of Black. Why, then? You may ask, what does Sirius have? No family, only the blood traitor Potter and his increasingly suspicious group of friends. True, he has friends! But, Regulus, you may say, you have friends, too! You're one of the most successful Slytherin Quidditch players in the last decade, you have people trying to appease you every moment, you can have any Slytherin girl at your disposal- you're so loved, Regulus!

But not like Sirius. My family, they take pride in me for my accomplishments, that I make the family of Black shine above the rest. I live up to their expectations, Merlin knows, I uphold the foundations that make up the purity, that is Black. But, Sirius was those things, as a boy, before he became a lion, and they supposedly loved him, as they now love me. Now, they cast him away as if he were nothing.

I would be nothing, too, I guess. Had I been anything but what they want me to be.

But Sirius has people who genuinely care for him- even the blood traitor Potter had taken him in without question after Sirius had "betrayed his kind" as Father put it. After Sirius was sorted to Gryffindor, he and Mum, fought far too much. Sirius called her a "wretched bitch" one night, the summer before his fifth year, Father had beaten him until Sirius ran off to the Potter's. I didn't see him again until school started, my fourth year. He doesn't speak to me, near two years later, not that we talked much before, but we were at least civil after our respective sortings. Even brotherly at times, I treasured those very rare times where Sirius acted as if I was even half of someone that was worth something to him. Pathetic, eh?

I prefer pushing these darker thoughts out of my head, Sirius is of no concern to me anymore. He's not even my brother, at least that's what Mother says.

Now it's hard to think of anything else since our rivalry is constantly pushed into my face lately, it's getting harder to bottle all these feelings. It's not like I have any real friends to talk to, not like Sirius.

A Slytherin in my year, Ian Learman, is walking beside me along with four or five other Slytherin's in our "pack" and we spot a pretty Muggle-born redheaded Gryffindor girl, Evans, walking as she reads some potions book. Ian, whistles at the pretty Mudblood, winking. Another strides over, William Wells, and begins talking overly suggestively to her. Evans looks up from her book and smacks him in the face with it, I'm a little impressed, Will's a large bloke, a Beater. I just laugh at Will's expense as he falls back on his ass, until I see James Potter, his face red with fury run up, pull Will to his feet only to slug him in the jaw with a sickening crack as Will is thrown back onto the stone walkway. Sirius, some pudgy boy and Lupin all dash up, anger obvious upon all their faces. The pudgy one lags back slightly, behind Sirius's significantly larger stature. I snort, some Gryffindor "lion".

"Easy, Potter, we're just checkin' up on Miss Lovely Lily. Y'know since lots o' the guys 'round 'ere might 'ave some bad intentions, toward your pre'y lil' Mudblood." Ian adds some very inappropriate gestures as he motions to Evans. I saw Sirius's eyes darken at me, and I shrug, and put a mocking innocent look on my face as if to say,

What'd I do?

He looks angrier now. They all do, at Ian's idiotic words. Suddenly my fellow Slytherin's are lunging wildly at the Gryffindor scum, as they are at them, I can't resist a bit of a smirk when James and Sirius punch Ian in the gut in unison.

I never much liked Ian.

My smirk falls off my face as I see Sirius take a step toward me, I flinch, half expecting him to punch me, it'd be like him to do something like that. He doesn't, he grabs the color of my dress shirt and raises me up easily, as to growl into my ear,

"You and your sodding friends stay the hell away from us, got it, you little prat?" I smirk again, though his words sting as they always do, and Sirius drops me roughly on the ground, glowering at me with something in his eyes...pity? I huff and pick myself up off the ground as Sirius dashes off with his friends before more points from Gryffindor are taken due to him and his friends, seeing one of our teachers approaching. He turns to look back at me, his feral glare still so evident upon his face- so like my own.

I hate him, sometimes, too.


Short, I know. But next time the whole Regulus-Sirius thing (not slashcest, mind u, sickos! haha) but their brotherly rivalry is gonna get pretty violent and brutal pretty fast. pretty angsty, then some humor, then some sex- I mean LOVE. (lol, please excuse my perverted brain ^^) Don't worry, nothing explicet I suck at that- but it's implied. Not like legit or anything. also this isn't a regulusxlily fic- sorry if i implied that too much O/O didn't really think the lily thing through.