Brothers.

Disclaimer - Sirius, Remus, Peter, James, Rudolphus and Regulus are all the property of J.K Rowling, perhaps Warner Bros. too. However, this idea is mine ... mine you hear ... I have altered Regulus' character and that is my choice. Enjoy or do not enjoy.

Author's note: This is not my first ficcie I've been writing for over a year but I've never published on the net or anything. So this is my first go on how the big wide world accepts my style/imagination/idiocy. I do know that Regulus is actually YOUNGER than Sirius so don't harp on to me about it, I just thought it suited better this way, nothing against Jo or anything.

So enjoy or don't enjoy whatever suits. Please (I'm on my knees begging here) write a review, just one word if your lazy, but the whole point of this is that I become a better writer and I can't really without your help!! Thanks.

" ... And then James just grabbed it, right under Rudolphus' nose, you should have seen the look on his face!" Peter exclaimed his voice squeaking with excitement, he was of course discussing the weekends' quidditch game for the umpteenth time.
Sirius rolled his eyes slightly towards Peter as they walked down the corridor to the kitchens for a quick bite. "I know Pete, I was there remember?" he replied boredly.

"Yeah, yeah but James just grabbed it, and he ... like ... didn't even see it, and Rudolphus was so surprised, he almost fell off his broom, and he ... like ..." Peter trailed off, his eyes widening as Sirius gave a slight exclaim of panic.

A dark, tall, good-looking boy had placed a tight grip around Sirius' upper arm.
Sirius let out a quivering laugh "Shit, Regulus, don't sneak up on me like that!"

"We need to talk," Regulus snapped, eyeing Peter with intense dislike, "in private."

Sirius turned as much as Regulus' grip would allow and shrugged casually to Peter "You go on, I'll catch up, but save me some butterbeer." Peter gave a little nod, a stupid smile forming on his face, he turned and soon disappeared down the corridor.

Regulus pushed Sirius roughly into an empty classroom opposite them, sealing the door as soon as it closed, "We wouldn't want to be overheard now ..." he said cooly "you can be quite a cry baby." Sirius clenched his fists angrily, his hand tightening around the smooth and comforting handle of his wand. "Don't even think about it, little bro" Regulus said "Accio wand" Sirius' wand flew easily into Regulus' open hand before Sirius could prevent it. He pocketed it. "Now , you seem to have forgotten our last little chat." He twirled his own wand playfully in his fingers, "As you may, or may not know, the Potter's seem to be attracting a lot of unwanted attention. Pathetic, muggle-loving fools. Mother sent me an owl asking me to ... remind you of the embarrassing company you choose to keep. The painful fact that you were placed in Gryffindor was horrifying enough, but the clique in which you place yourself is disgusting. I have to admit. I even thought you would have better taste than that. This is an order. You will no longer associate in any way with the fat kid, the sick nerdy one and especially the Potter boy, do you understand?" he drawled the last three words, his eyes burned into Sirius'.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Sirius retorted, rage and hatred lifting inside him.

Regulus laughed, "Oh, but I think I can, I am also amazed at your stupidity, to think that you have forgotten so easily the results of our last meeting, I may have to refresh your memory." Sirius' body stiffened, his jaw firmly set, ready for the coming attack, but it did not come. Regulus moved closer to Sirius who was leaning against a desk in the front row, reached out to sharply pull of Sirius' tie, holding it in front of him, his wand pointing at the base of it. "Incendio" he whispered, flames licked eagerly at the tie and soon it had disappeared into a small pile of ashes in his outstretched hand. He gave a loud imitation of a lion's roar, "Wittle Sirius is a Gryffindor" he cooed in a baby voice. "Strong and Brave!" he laughed again, "not quite so brave now ... are you?"

Sirius glared at him, vowing not to raise to the bait. "I think I asked you a question. Questions require answers."

Regulus snarled walking in circles around the desk where Sirius was. "Playing the dumb mute are we now? Well, we all know how well you ... scream, that might dampen your lips." He pointed his wand at Sirius' left leg "Crucio" he demanded.

Sirius screamed, the pain twisting his leg into agony, the room fell black and he collapsed to the floor, whimpering.

"Fuck Off!" Sirius muttered, trying to scramble away from Regulus who was slowly following him around the room.

"Language!" snapped Regulus, then resuming his baby talk and crouching down next to Sirius, where he was shaking violently. "Little Sirius needs to control his bad temper, I think. Is wittle Potter close to your wittle heart? A best friend is he?"

"ANSWER ME!" he roared into Sirius' ear.

Sirius nodded very slowly.

"Well," continued Sirius in a calm voice "we will have to do something about that, because Mother is getting quite upset about your mudblood-loving behaviour. We can't let Mother get angry now, can we?"

Sirius shook his head.

Regulus clapper his hands. "Wow!" he chimed sarcastically, "looks like we are finally getting somewhere. The Dark Lord is rising. He is recruiting soldiers for his call. I am sure that Mother would forget all about your antics if you joined him."

"I'm not like you." Sirius said measuredly.

Regulus smiled and sat down next to Sirius on the floor. "Now, little bro, that's where you are wrong."

Sirius eyed him questioningly.

"I hear what you get up to" he commented "a real ones with the ladies ... but that I can't see why not, you are of course my brother. The latest on your list" he paused "Miss Anu, she is attractive, but her family have already pledged allegiance to the wrong side, muggle-loving undesirables, a disgrace to purebloods."

"Leave her out of it" Sirius snapped.

"Oh, hit a bit of a sensitive subject have we? Now, that's a first rule of joining the Dark Lord, no emotions, emotions always fuck things up."

"I am not joining Voldemort" Sirius stated.

"Crucio" Regulus decaled airily.

Sirius screamed. Rolling into a tight shaking ball, pain erupting over every inch of his body."

"Second rule" Regulus continued over Sirius' whimpers, "you do not use the Dark Lord's name, you are not worthy. Not even his most faithful servants dare."

"I'll say what ever I bloody well want." Sirius said through gritted teeth, anger and pain rising in him so that he no longer cared.

"Crucio" Regulus demanded his wand pointing at Sirius' trembling form.

"Third rule, always listen, never talk back to those who are older and more intelligent that yourself."

Sirius crawled away from Regulus, he felt like being sick from the agony, but did not want Regulus to know the forbidden curse was working so effectively, it was no doubt that he had grown stronger in the last month. Sirius heard the door open and prayed that it was Dumbledore, McGonagall, James, Remus ... anyone, anyone but the one owning the cold voice that drifted from the doorway.

"There you are Regulus, I was beginning to wonder what was taking you so long." Lucius Malfoy spoke calmly and Sirius did not look up, though he could feel those cold grey eyes burning into him. "Come on, leave him. I'm sure you've had s long enough chat. There is something I must discuss with you."

Sirius heard Regulus moving towards the door, he chanced a glance at his brother, not quite sure why. Regulus held his gaze, so much of his father was captured there, haunting Sirius. He threw Sirius back his wand, it landed on the floor with a clatter.

"Do try to remember what we talked about, we will have another talk soon." Regulus said cooly and swept out of the door with Lucius behind him.

The door swung shut in their wake. Sirius collapsed, his hand reaching out to take his wand, this little movement caused pain so severe he cried out, his eyes stinging, and suddenly it was too much. It was to hard to be brave anymore. To hard to face the world and its cold shoulder every way he turned.

The tears that were forced to remain, tumbled their way down his cheeks, he sobbed uncontrollably into the floor.