Hi! So I know that I have been updating this story really quickly, but that's because Thanksgiving is this week, and I don't have school. So with all of my free time, I've been writing. But after this week, don't expect an update so often. They may only happen once a week, or more. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!

All the characters, sadly, belong to J.K. Rowling.

Remus was pacing back and forth in his bedroom. He had received James' reply about 10 minutes ago. James had reassured him that everything would most likely be fine, but he couldn't help but worry after seeing the pure look of terror on Sirius's face after seeing his father on the platform. Even though he and Sirius had only been dating for a few months, Remus really loved him. He loved the way Sirius's grey eyes seemed to always take in all of his surroundings, as if he had to know every single detail around him. He loved it when Sirius would pull his long dark hair into a messy bun during quidditch practice, and how he bounced his leg up and down while studying. He loved how, after every full moon, Sirius was always there by his bedside, holding his hand, and he would always sneak back into the hospital wing after Madam Pomfrey told him to leave. Remus couldn't wait for the day where he could hold Sirius's hand again, and steal his leather jacket, even though they hadn't even been apart for a week yet. He knew he probably wouldn't hear from James for a while, or at least not for a few hours, for it took an owl about 3 hours to fly between his house and James'. It was really late, and all of Remus's pacing and worrying had worn him out, so he decided to try and get some sleep, and hopefully would get some news before he woke.

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Sirius was laying on the floor of his room, whimpering in pain. After what happened in his father's study, his father ordered Kreacher, their house elf, to get Sirius to his room. The elf was too small to drag the 16 year old, so he apparated Sirius upstairs, and left him in a heap on the floor. That was yesterday. No one has since come in to give him food, and Sirius desperately needed to use the restroom. He had tried to pull himself unto the bed, but every tiny movement sent terrible jolts of pain through his entire lower body. And the rest of his body was still quite sore from the after effects of the cruciatus. So, there he was, laying on the floor, whimpering when he heard something come from his trunk. He stopped whimpering, and held his breath as he listened. He thought he could barely hear a voice coming from his trunk.

"Sirius? Sirius are you there? Can you hear me? Are you ok?" Sirius gasped as he instantly recognized Jame's voice. But how was he talking? There was no way he had smuggled himself into Sirius's trunk. Then, it hit him. Of course! The mirrors! Sirius tried to pull himself towards his trunk, but let out a small cry when he jostled his mangled legs.

"James," He said weakly. He knew that he had to be holding the mirror in order for it to work, and there was no way James could hear him, but he had to try. Through gasps of pain, he had managed to army crawl about a foot closer to his trunk, but he was still about 8 feet away. There was no way he would be able to make it, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to open the trunk from his position on the floor. He tried once more to army crawl towards the trunk, using his arms to pull him forward, but one his legs hit the leg of his bed. Sirius cried out in agony, before eventually passing out.

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James was worried sick. He had been calling Sirius for over half an hour, but got no reply. This was very unlike Sirius, and James just knew something was horribly wrong. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't very well break into Sirius's house, knowing that it was the house of a very prestigious pureblood family, who had ties with very dark wizards, and most likely used dark magic. There was no way he would be able to break in undetected. He could tell his parents. His parents adored Sirius, and made it very well known that he was always welcome at Potter Mansion, but he wasn't sure if his parents would be able to do anything. Yes, his parents were pretty highly ranked purebloods, but after being deemed so called "blood traitors", their status and influence in the wizarding world had dropped dramatically, and they would never win over the 'Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.' He also knew that his parents, his mother especially would fret to no ends if she knew Sirius was in danger. He could try and send a letter to Sirius, but he was afraid that might make the situation worse. He knew Sirius's parents hated that Sirius hung out with James, and they would not be pleased if they found James writing to Sirius, and James couldn't risk making Sirius's situation any worse. James's thoughts were then interrupted by his mother calling him, letting him know supper was ready.

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It was 1 am. Regulus was sitting at his desk, drawing. No one knew he drew, not even his friends at school. He didn't want anyone to know. Drawing was how he could escape. He could forget, even for just a moment, about being the 'perfect pureblood son'. When he drew, no one else existed. It was just him and his art. Right now, he was drawing a boy with majestic wings, falling towards the earth, while the sun glowed impressively behind him. After witnessing what his father had done to Sirius, he went straight to his room as soon as the opportunity came. He was glad to be home, for he hated school, for there were so many people, and it was so loud all the time. Regulus preferred the quiet, he would rather stay hidden in his room all day drawing then speak to another person. Even though he preferred home to school, that didn't mean he particularly liked being home either. At home, he had to live up to his mother and father's perfect expectations. It was exhausting. He had managed to sleep for a few hours, but was awakened by a cry of pain from Sirius's room. That was 2 horse ago, and he hadn't heard anything from the room next to his since, but he couldn't manage to fall back asleep, so he started to draw. He felt terrible for Sirius. He didn't deserve to be hurt like that. Regulus, without even thinking, suddenly stood up, and quietly went downstairs, trying desperately not to make any sound in fear of waking his parents or Kreacher. Once he made it to the kitchen, he grabbed a glass of water, and filled a plate with a sandwich, and some grapes. He then went back upstairs, carrying the food. He stopped at the door next to the one that led to his bedroom, and knocked.

"Sirius?" He whispered. "Sirius are you in there?" He got no reply. He assumed Sirius must be sleeping. He knew Sirius hadn't gotten any food since yesterday, and must be starving. He knocked once more, and when he again got no reply, quietly opened the door. Regulus gasped at what he saw in the room. Sirius was in a heap on the floor. Both of his legs were bending at angles that Regulus knew were not normal. Regulus placed the plate and glass on the dresser, and rushed to Sirius's side.

"Sirius? Sirius are you ok? Sirius wake up!" Regulus gently shook Sirius' shoulder, but nothing happened. He tried once more, slightly louder, "Sirius!" This resulted in a small movement from Sirius, followed by a cry of pain.

"Aaarrrggghhh" Sirius cried.

"Ssshhhhhhhhh, Sirius I know it hurts, but you have to stay quiet, you can't wake up Mother and father."

"R-Regulus?" Sirius said weakly. "Wha-What are you doing?"

"I'm helping you. I brought you something to eat and drink. I know you must be famished." Sirius nodded his head. "Do you think you can sit up?" Sirius tried to put his arms underneath them, and push himself up, but about halfway through, he collapsed back down, breathing heavily, and grimacing in pain. He shook his head.

"That's ok, I'll help you." Regulus put his arms underneath his older brother, and as gently as possible, rolled him over, and propped him against the wall.

"Arghhhh" Sirius cried again, his face scrunching in pain.

"Is it your legs?" Sirius nodded. Regulus frowned. He knew nothing of healing spells, and had no idea where any pain potion would be. "Here, try and eat something." Regulus got up, and grabbed the food from the dresser, and placed it next to Sirius. He then sat down cross legged on the floor by Sirius, and held the cup of water to Sirius's lips. Sirius drank ravenously, it only took him about 30 seconds to drink the entire glass. Regulus then picked up the sandwich and gave it to Sirius. He only ate a few bites, before placing it back on the plate again.

"Not hungry?" Sirius shrugged. Regulus sighed. He didn't really know what to do. He may not act like it at school, but he really did care for his older brother. He leaned against the wall, so he and Sirius were side by side. "I'm so sorry Sirius. This is all my fault. I never should have sent mother and father that letter. And I should have stepped in when father hurt you. I should have done something." Tears were starting to well up in Regulus' eyes. "You're my brother, I should have done something." Sirius was quiet for a while, just staring at the wall ahead of him.

"I-it's not your fault Reg. It's mine. I'm just sorry you had to see me get hurt." Regulus didn't know how to respond, so he just shrugged, and stared at his feet. After what seemed like hours of just sitting in silence, Regulus spoke again. "You can't stay here Sirius."

"W-what do you mean?"

"You can't stay here the whole summer. You haven't even been here 3 days, and you're already extremely injured. We need to get you someplace safe."

"But what if you get caught?" I can't let you get hurt too! And how would we do it? I can't even stand. And where would we go?"

"Not we. Just you. I have to stay here. And you can go to Jame's house. Isn't his mother a healer? I'm sure she could help you get better."

"No Regulus, I'm not leaving you here with them by yourself. They can hurt me all they want, but I can't let them hurt you too."

"Sirius, I'll be fine. I'll be careful. Don't worry about me. You need to worry about yourself." Sirius just stared at his mangled legs.

"Ok." He said quietly. "But I'll come back for you. I promise." Regulus nodded his head. He knew he would never be able to leave, but right now, he had to help Sirius, and if letting him believe that he could help Regulus would get him to leave this house, then he would do it. Now they had to figure out how they would get to Jame's house.

"How are we supposed to get you there? Neither of us can apparate."

"Wait, don't you think we should write to him first? To let him know I'm coming?"

We don't have enough time. By the time he gets the letter, and replies, it will be well into the day. We need to leave before sunrise, before Mother or Father gets up." Regulus looked at his watch. It was currently 2:30 am. "So that leaves us with about 3 hours." Sirius nodded.

"We could floo." Regulus contemplated this. Sirius wasn't in the best condition to floo, but that may be their only option. Regulus could fly his broom, but there was no way Sirius would be able to fly.

"That could work. We can use the fireplace in my room." Regulus was getting pretty excited, this might actually work!. "Do you know his floo address?" Sirius nodded. "Ok. You stay here, I'll go downstairs and get the floo powder."

"Regulus, of course I'm gonna stay here, it's not like I can go anywhere." Sirius said, his signature smile, which Regulus only saw from a distance while they were at school, spreading across his face. Regulus chuckled.

"Right, of course. Sorry." Regulus then left the room, and went downstairs.

Regulus had a cup full of floo powder in his hand, and was making his way to the staircase, when a voice made him jump, and he almost spilled the entire cup of powder.

"Kreacher is wondering what Master Regulus is doing with Floo powder"

"Christ, Kreacher. You scared me."

"Kreacher is sorry, Kreacher never meant to scare Master Regulus. Kreacher is just wondering what Master Regulus is doing with his Mistress's floo powder."

"Don't worry Kreacher, I'm not going anywhere. But you can't tell mother or father about the floo powder, or anything about this conversation. That's an order. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, Kreacher understands."

"Ok. Thank you Kreacher."

"Master Regulus is very welcome, sir."

Regulus nodded, and preceded upstairs. He went into Sirius's room, and found Sirius in the same position he had left him in, except his face was scrunched up in pain.

"Sirius? Are you ok?" Sirius opened his eyes and looked at Regulus.

"Uh, yeah. I'm just in a lot of pain. Did you get the floo powder? It took you an awful long time."

"Yeah, I got it. I had a run-in with Kreacher though. But don't worry, he's not gonna tell anyone." Sirius nodded. "We're gonna have to figure out how to get you into my room. I'll probably have to drag you. It's gonna hurt." Sirius nodded again, biting his lower lip as he prepared for the pain. Regulus bent down, and wrapped his arms around Sirius's chest, and pulled. Sirius' face scrunched up, and he let out a slight whimper, but didn't make any signal for Regulus to stop, so he kept going. They had to stop outside of Regulus's room so he could open his door. They made it inside his room, and Regulus pulled Sirius close to the fireplace.

"Wait, I need my trunk." Sirius said. Regulus nodded, then went and grabbed it from the other room. He dragged it into his room.

"Ready? I'll throw in the powder, then you call out the address, and then I'll pull you and your trunk through."

"Ok."

"Sirius, I- I really am sorry."

"Don't apologize Reggy, you didn't do anything wrong. I-I-I'm gonna miss you, brother."

"I'll miss you too. Hopefully we will see each other at Hogwarts next year."

"Yeah."

"Ok. Ready?" Sirius nodded. Regulus threw the floo powder into the fireplace, then wrapped one arm around Sirius, and grabbed the trunk with his other, and backed into the burning green fireplace.

"Potter Mansion, West England!" Sirius exclaimed. Then, with a soft bang, they were gone.

Please let me know what you think, and I would love some tips/constructive criticism. But please keep in mind that this is my first fanfiction ever, so it probably isn't that good.