Regulus sat in the arm chair by the dwindling fire smiling, as he recounted the way Ginevra's face lit up, brightening the room as much as the fire did, as she told him stories of her brothers, and their summers at her family home.
Regulus had a childhood like hers once, when he and Sirius were young; they were inseparable. They ran through the Black mansion and drove his parents and Kreacher crazy. The Malfoy balls that rolled around 4 times a year were a chance for them to interact with other boys their age, as for so long it was just the two of them.
When Regulus finally received his letter for Hogwarts as excited as he was, he was also upset. He didn't want to leave his little brother behind. For the week leading up to his departure Sirius refused to talk to him, and would lock himself away in his room, barely coming down for dinner. It wasn't until they all came to see him off on the platform did Sirius breakdown crying.
When Sirius was younger he cried over everything, but never because of something Regulus had indirectly done to him. It broke his heart to leave his best friend and brother behind, and although they wrote to each other regularly, something had changed when Regulus came back after his first year. When Sirius finally started at Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor, they tried to pretend that nothing had changed. Except it was suddenly clear what they had been trying to ignore.
Soon they were no longer friends and barely even brothers as Sirius only made appearances at dinner, silently sitting across from him as his parents constantly harped on his house and his choice of friends. The more Regulus defended him, the more conflict it would cause. Looking back Regulus could see exactly why Sirius left -turning his back on his parents, but it still stung that it was that easy to leave him behind.
As easy as Sirius had made it look, Regulus could never do it, he had years of family values and the importance of blood status drilled into him. Leaving that behind would be like leaving a part of himself behind, and he didn't have the courage to do that yet.
Although his family had values that hadn't been important to most of the wizarding world in a long time, Regulus couldn't help but believe a version of them.
He truly did believe that wizards were better than Muggles, a race that seemed strange to him, and one he knew very little about. Although he didn't carry out the hatred that his family did, he pitied them and their complex and magicless lifestyle. He didn't feel the need to destroy them, but he didn't feel it was fair to hand one a wand and invite them into a world where they didn't belong.
He could understand the fear and hatred towards a race that wasn't meant to mingle with theirs, but he didn't believe in the way Tom Riddle wanted to go about creating a better world. However when Tom spoke it was easy to believe him, and just like Ginevra they became putty in his hands when he handed them a task.
Guest: i'm glad you liked it, i'm always paranoid that i'm writing this fanfic through to many pov's and times that people are confused and loosing interest, but i'm glad you like it!
That Elusive Reader : D'awh well i enjoy the word anyways, i'm glad you like it!
ITGTFF: Well they may not have kissed yeet, but there will be plenty more Regulus/Ginny soon