Neither was keen to go into the old house they'd sworn they'd never return to, but had wanted to find out if it was true. It was quieter than either had ever known, still rather dark and gloomy and both moved through it with wands out and bodies close together.
They moved into the living room and Regulus went to look at tapestry. Yup, just like he'd expected, he and Sirius were both burnt off and thankfully, there was no sign of Caelum or Aquila or even Opal on it. Strangely enough though, you could still see Harry and a new line formed beneath Sirius's burn mark, obviously for the new baby.
"Hey Sirius, come check this out." Sirius didn't answer and Regulus looked around. His brother was standing by the fireplace, back to him and staring at the sofa in front of him.
"Please father, don't I'll behave next term I promise."
"I warned you since the first time you came home Sirius. It's too late now."
He jumped as Regulus put a hand on his shoulder. He pushed it away.
"I think we'd better go, Sirius." He whispered and Sirius nodded. Regulus turned to the door and walked towards it when a crash suddenly sounded from behind him. He turned around to see Sirius walking towards him, the couch now broken against the wall, a footprint on the armrest that had been facing Sirius.
They approached the front door but when Regulus pulled it wouldn't open. A sinking feeling in his stomach, Sirius took it and started tugging at it hard. It still wouldn't open. Regulus's shaky hand touched his shoulder and Sirius felt rather scared to turn around, knowing exactly what it was…
"My sons, welcome home…"
Not much to say. The writing for this story is done. Nearly had the life scared out of me by a parktown prawn a cockroach. Have fallen in love with the beatles music again. (Details of all of these can be found on my livejournal)