Fragmented You
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Queerditch Challenge – Sirius/Regulus, image of
rock with a chain
Sometimes Sirius feels like he's spinning widely out of control. His parents cast him disdainful looks, and the only time his mother speaks is to scold. Even the house elves seem to sneer when they pass him in the hall now, keeping their heads lowered and scuttling along like good little slaves. I hate this house, Sirius thinks, over and over, through blind fury and hot tears.
Sometimes, at night, Sirius feels like he's drowning, chained to the ocean bottom and unable to come up for air. He thrashes about in his bed, submerged in blankets and gasping for breath. On these nights, Regulus is the one who rescues him from the monstrous waves of cotton, sliding into bed beside his brother.
Sometimes Sirius calms easily, and other times he continues to bleed hot tears. He feels ashamed as his younger brother watches, grey eyes sad but serene. Regulus never touches the open wounds –the tears, the poison which leaks all too easily from Sirius' body.
Sometimes he kisses Sirius though, and when he does, Sirius feels grounded.