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Home Sweet Home

It was a hot day around the end of summer which invited a more than ample amount of heat. There was a small woods with a winding path. It had chirping birds hopping happily among trees over the water crackling along the rocks of the river with an old skinny tabby cat prowling around the bases. Eventually, the cat gave up and retired to the winding path which led to a quiet little village. In the village was a brick restaurant with a cozy interior. It had an orange matted floor with polished wooden tables and counters covered by thin dark purple cloth and each table was individually surrounded by four chairs each of which had seats of maroon slightly molding velvet.

It was a fairly crowded restaurant. At the counter was a brunette who was scribbling down frantically on a pad the orders of the lady in front of her who was speaking rather loudly. The table nearby held four people on their maroon seats. There were two girls and two parents. The first girl had flaming red hair with green, grassy eyes, a pretty smile, and looked about sixteen. Her name was Lily Evans. She was not a normal girl. She was a witch. She went to Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. She was different because she was born of muggle parents, people without a drop of magical blood in their veins. She was speaking animatedly with her parents. She held her teacup in one hand and her other hand was held over the teacup. With her free hand, she let out a bright blue flash of light. When she took off her top hand where the teacup was now an apple sat. Her mother and father looked at their daughter in adoration. The other girl huffed making her first noise. She had straight brown hair, high cheekbones, a neck like a swan, and bright blue eyes much like the color of the flash that her sister had created. Her name was Petunia Evans. She was clearly jealous of Lily as it had contorted Petunia's features making her cheekbones give her a skinny appearance, her neck looking like an odd camel and her blue eyes freeze over like ice. Not only was Lily special in a way that she never could be but Lily was and would always be the nicer and the prettier of the two which would always win over their parent's spotlight. Lily sighed as Petunia's head turned. Lily had hoped that Petunia would be different this summer but it seemed like her hopes had failed her. Petunia was looking outside blocking out the sound of their parents' admiration for Lily. She watched as a couple of leaves were lead away from the woods and into a dance by the wind envying how the leaf could go anywhere while she was staying stuck in a place that couldn't feel less like home.

But alas the leaves whirled out of Petunia's sight into a completely contrast place. The river was a stagnant, murky thin trail of water traveling among the leafless trees to a straight line of houses along a road. A raven-haired teenager was walking along the sidewalk. He had grey, eyes that could pierce into anyone's soul and clearly see the regrets, memories, and everything else yet these eyes were not clear enough for anyone to get past a well-built wall of green smoke. He was more lean than built, with a sharp jawline and perfectly arched eyebrows. His face held its usual poker face without the smallest trace of a smile. He looked about fifteen. His name was Regulus Black. He was also magical and attended the same school. He however was born in a purely magical family. This family was the kind that thought of the purity of magical people and hated the nonmagical people or people who supported nonmagical people. Families like this were almost always rich and by the black suit he had on he was clearly part of one of these families.

He walked up to two houses Grimmauld Place 11 and Grimmauld Place 13 and waited for a couple of seconds. The two houses were shoved aside by a seemingly invisible force and a staircase leading to clean stone steps appeared. The boy quickly went up the steps. He reached the door with the family crest, a coat of arms with 3 ravens, a skull, an intricate vined design on the sides, and a ribbon at the bottom saying Toujours Pur. He opened the door into the living room. There was a maroon rug and black leather furniture with elegant tables carved out of wood. He looked around. His father was probably in his office as he was most days. His Mother was clearly out. He let out a sigh of relief and rolled his shoulders before falling back onto the couch. The elegant, black suit changed into a relaxed plain black T-shirt and grey shorts.

Bearly two seconds later he heard a clunking noise from the stairways. Regulus jumped alarmedly. Another teenager came into the room. He was about sixteen. He was slightly taller than Regulus. He looked pretty much the same but he was more built, he had long hair and his eyes weren't as sharp but were also clear glittery steel. He however was wearing black boots, black ripped jeans, a grey tank, and a leather jacket giving him a rebellious look. He was Regulus' older brother, Sirius.

Sirius snorted. "It's just me."

Regulus sighed.

Sirius noticed this.

"Jumping at the slightest thought of Mother, huh? So loyal, yet so scared."

Regulus narrowed his eyes. The brothers had an ongoing rivalry. Sirius was the rebel of the family. He made friends with blood-traitors (pure-bloods that accept non-pure-bloods), half-bloods, muggle-borns. He got into Gryffindor rather than Slytherin like the rest of the family. He hated and even bullied purebloods. He snogged pretty much every girl in school. And he absolutely hated the whole of the Black family. This was all except for Andromeda, their cousin. Regulus however fit in perfectly with the rest of the Blacks and carried the name well by making friends in Slytherin and getting into Slytherin and keeping out of trouble.

"Anyway, I'm going to James' house. Tell Mum."

Regulus' eyes narrowed even more. James was Sirius' best friend. James was a blood-traitor. He also went causing trouble at school with Sirius. James was also a Potter. The Potters were very popular for being blood traitors and were quite proud of it and were direct rivals with the Black family. Sirius liked to anger their mother with his best friend. This was the first time Sirius had gone during the day. Usually, Sirius would leave for James at night to avoid their parents.

Sirius left the house. Regulus sighed and went up to his room. Sirius was wrong and right. Regulus certainly did all that their mother asked of him. He did it for love though. And for a while, he got that. But when Sirius broke all the traditions of the Blacks, their parents immediately pushed Regulus into the position of the heir. Regulus was suddenly more critiqued than praised. Regulus could easily understand why Sirius didn't like the position. But for Regulus, it was worse than for Sirius. Since Regulus wasn't older, he wasn't the true heir. Sirius would be shameful as the heir. Regulus had to be better than great to be the Black heir to cover Sirius. Now, however, Regulus did it for protection. His mother could use beatings as bad as the Cruciatus Curse to punish Regulus even if he was being good. Sirius was his fault. When his parents were angry, it was bad. If they were doing it out of pleasure it was so much worse.

Regulus opened his closet. Inside were painting canvases. He got out his painting colors and painted everything away. He painted parks, mountains, and everything happy. The way Regulus wished it all was. He painted the park which Sirius played in when they were little. The mountains of Switzerland where he one day wished to live.

After an hour he heard the door slam. Before Regulus knew it Sirius and their mother were in a screaming match. He shoved away from his paintings and paints. Of course, he and his father would have to break the two up. Soon footsteps mixed with the screaming. The footsteps got louder. Regulus looked up and saw his father looking at him tiredly.

Regulus got up from his chair and said "Well I suppose we better break them up before the real fight happens."

They trooped down the stairs. His mother looked on the verge of pulling out her wand. When their mother saw Regulus she let out a howl of rage. Regulus and his father looked at each other absolutely and utterly bewildered.

"You!" their mother snarled. "You let him out!"

"Walburga, what are you talking about?" said their father still confused.

"This boy," she yelled pointing at Sirius, "went out to see the Potters! He passed Regulus and Regulus didn't even try to stop him, Orion!"

Regulus remembered this and inwardly groaned. That would mean a week in the cellar.

"Is this true?" said his father in a dangerously low voice.

Regulus flinched. Punishment with his father was much worse.

Sirius' eyes widened in confusion. Sirius' and Regulus' eyes met for the briefest of seconds and they both knew what was coming.

His father pointed his wand at Regulus.

"Crucio!" his father roared.

Regulus' screams filled the room as what felt like a million knives repeatedly stabbed him. He writhed on the cold stone floor. His mother's cackled joined the screams, as Orion paused leaving Regulus shaking.

Regulus looked up to see Sirius' shocked and horrified face. Sirius couldn't help him.

"Go" Regulus croaked.

Sirius mouthed "I can't"

Regulus used the last of his strength to conjure a green fire in mid-air and see Sirius hastily step into it muttering the Potter's address before feeling his eyes roll to the back of his head.