When Sirius arrived he did not appear in the entrance corridor of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, nor the library or kitchen. Instead, he had brought himself to the fourth floor where to his left stood stairs that led to the attic and to his right, a balcony overlooked the floor below. In his arms, Kagome squirmed, giving low cries at the sudden apparition and the inevitable discomfort from that particular mode of travel, however, as Sirius rocked her absentmindedly she hushed.
Sirius walked down the carpeted hallway, muddy shoes leaving marks on the otherwise spotless white fibers, before stopping in front of a door. He hesitated, debating if he wanted to open it or not.
The paint on the edges of the door was flaking off and the handle was covered in dust, making a striking contrast to the rest of the pristine house. Taking a deep breath Sirius grasped the handle, turning it to open the door. he hugged Kagome closer in his arm as if whatever was inside might harm her. Nothing moved, however, and everything was still as the dead.
It was just as Sirius remembered, pale green walls that held faded posters and dark cherry furniture strewn about in jagged pieces. In the dim light, he could still make out the fist-sized holes in the far wall and the torn pieces of some of the posters littered on the floor. A thick layer of dust had settled and step by step it was disturbed. With one hand, Sirius pulled out his wand and waved the thirteen inches of ash wood and dragon heartstring in a simple, clean, swish,
"Reparo."
Swiftly the shattered pieces came together, forming a handsome bedroom set complete with a bed, two side tables, a wardrobe, and a desk. He didn't bother with the walls just yet and instead settled for just walking around the room, his mind strangely empty. It had, after all, been only a year since he had last set foot in it, refusing most times to even step onto the fourth floor itself.
As he stood in the center of the floor his eyes were reluctantly drawn to the four post bed and to the markings he knew were there, that had weathered the years and withstood even his temperament.
Carved into one of the posts of the bed frame are the initials RAB.
Looking at it now was bittersweet. The room had once held the hopes of the black family and in some ways, Sirius supposed, it still would. Stepping out and closing the door behind him, Sirius managed a sad smile, "It'll do."
AN~
So this chapter was kinda hard to put into words. At this point in the timeline, Regulus has been dead for roughly a year and his room is the only room that is near Sirius's so it almost the only option for a nursery. Sirius and Regulus never had a good relationship since Sirius went against everything his family stood for and Regulus was a perfect child but in the end they were still brothers so I tried to convey how I thought Sirius would have responded to Regulus' death. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter! As always let me know what you think and thanks especially to all the support for this story!
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