A Death Eater? Why has he come? My head was spinning with questions and scenarios. Sirius and Regulus haven't spoken in over 5 years. He is only 1 year out of Hogwarts, and already a Death Eater.
Sirius seemed to have retained the use of his face muscles and has his eyes locked on his brother's face, and I could look Regulus up and down. His once oily, pale features were gaunt and withdrawn, and his once spiky black hair was lank and unkept, hanging in greasy locks by his shoulders. The bottoms of his torn jeans were caked in a thick layer of mud, and he seemed to have shrunk inside his old, hard wearing clothes. Everything about him was shabby and grimy.
Regulus bit his lip and ran a dirty hand through his hair nervously, looking over his shoulder, his quick eyes darting around our flat.
"What do you want?" Sirius snarled.
Regulas licked his chapped lips. "Just thought I'd have a little catch up, you know, long time no see. So-"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT???" Roared Sirius, making Regulas jump back.
"You don't know?" Regulas asked slowly, a smile playing on his lips.
At this point I was confused beyond understanding, and my nose was filled with dust, I had the overpowering urge to sneeze and-
AACHEWW
Both Sirius and Regulas whirled around. Regulas' raised his eyebrows, smiling a toothy grin.
"A lady Sirius? Awwwww, how sweet. The question still remains, do you remember, and more to the point, does twinkle toes here know? Because, it seems to me, that you are being ignorant to what's going on around you, and that you think, or hope, that the he has forgotten. Well here is a piece news for you to ponder over, he hasn't forgotten, and neither will he forget, and he is angry Sirius. Yes…very angry."
I couldn't stand this anymore. "Sirius, what the hells going on??"
"Well…that's an interesting story; you see…Sirius has offended the Dark Lord… offended greatly, because-"
SMACK
Sirius' fist smashed across Regulas' face, making Regulas stagger back, clutching his red cheek. He gazed in horror at the blood on his hands, that was now running rapidly from his mouth. Taking one last look at Sirius, he stumbled down the stone stairs, cursing under his breath.
Sirius turned around to face me, breathing heavily. He tried to smile at me, but I couldn't look at him. Blinking back salty tears, I ran for the bathroom.
I stayed there for most of the evening, staring at the little box that contained my wedding present from him. I hardly knew why I was so distressed. Maybe it was because I had never seen that side of him; he had hit a man, his own brother, in the face, for no apparent reason. Or maybe it was because he had kept me in the dark for so long. But what had he been keeping from me?
