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Sirius was surprised to see his father and brother waiting for him when he got home that night.

"Where have you been?" Sirius's father sneered.

"Out." Sirius answered shortly. Regulus's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Doing what exactly?" His father asked in a disgusted tone that already showed his disapproval of any activity Sirius might partake in.

For a moment, Sirius was tempted to answer with: "Why father, I was out with a lovely muggle girl, think we'll run away together on my muggle vehicle and have lots of little half-blood children." But Sirius did not want to kill his father, since saying that would no doubt cause his father to fall down dead of shock.

"Nothing of importance." Sirius said considering muggles weren't even a blip on his father's radar.

"You missed your cousins" His father said.

"Which ones?" Sirius asked for just a moment getting his hopes up.

"Bellatrix and her husband."

"Oh." It was stupid for Sirius to think Andromeda would visit. Why would he even dare to hope it? He hadn't seen her since she got married although she did write to him every so often. Lately, she had been including pictures of her young daughter, who always looked drastically different in each one due to being a metamorphagus.

"Well I'm sure she didn't miss me." Sirius said coldly.

"You got that right" Regulus said with a smug expression.

Sirius scowled at Regulus. He was quite sure Bellatrix and Rodolphus had doted upon his bratty brother. All of the ways in which Sirius disappointed his family were redeemed by his brother.

His cousin Bellatrix and her husband treated Sirius particularly horrible, probably because they were the most deranged. His mother probably called them in to help save Sirius. But that was ridiculous because Sirius hated all of them and their ideals, but he really hated her. He took in his surroundings, the elf-heads on the wall, the family tree, the sneering expressions on his father's and brother's faces, and felt every happy thought fade away. Being in this house was like being in a room full of dementors.

He walked up the stairs and wondered how he would make it through the rest of the summer. At least he had his motorcycle. And maybe Evelyn but he couldn't see that going very far. She was a muggle, they were just too different. Sirius couldn't see past that, being a product of the environment he was raised, though he wished he could overcome it.

Being lost in his thoughts, Sirius hadn't noticed that Regulus had followed him upstairs.

"Where have you been running off to?" Regulus asked making Sirius jump.

"Why do you care?" Sirius asked with a sneer.

"Mere curiosity," Regulus said in a haughty tone. "I mean, it's not like any of your little marauder friends are around here for you to run off and do whatever it is you do together."

Something seemed to snap in Sirius at this remark. Maybe it was the way Regulus mentioned his friends, as if it was a dirty word, paired with the disgusted look on his face. Or perhaps it was because Sirius missed his friends and couldn't help but to feel like he was abandoned by them. Either way he would of liked nothing more then to ring Regulus's neck but instead he spat:

"Jealous that your only friends are your little newspaper clippings about death eaters?"

Regulus's face twisted into fury and sputtered out: "How do you...?"

"I've seen them in your room. You disgust me." Sirius said in a furious hiss.

Regulus turned on his heal and slammed the door to his room shut. Sirius did the same.

Sirius felt like smashing things and was cursing himself for not jinxing Regulus like he should have. Regulus's downfall into the dark arts really got under Sirius's skin. He had hoped maybe Regulus, like he, would escape from all the Black family madness. But Regulus seemed to slip right in and he relished in all the supposed glory that came along with it. Sirius, now quite furious, had forgotten all about the fun he had previously in the evening or the way he had smiled his entire walk home.

Regulus Black was equally as furious as his brother. Where did Sirius get off on thinking that he was better then Regulus? Wasn't Regulus the Black brother that was making the family proud? It wasn't his fault that Sirius had lost his marbles somewhere along the line and rebelled against all his family's beliefs. No, it wasn't Regulus's fault but Regulus did have to work double to overcome Sirius's incompetencies.

Despite all their differences in beliefs, they were still brothers. Which is why Regulus pressured his parents into forcing Sirius home that summer. They didn't get the chance to bond at school, what with the differences in their houses and both being quite popular but in very different ways. Regulus thought that maybe he could be the one to get through to his brother and make him change his mind about where his loyalties lied.

But Regulus felt that this was quite useless. His brother didn't care enough about him to hear what he had to say. He couldn't even stand to be in the same house as him which was why he kept running off. This hurt Regulus in a way he didn't want to admit. He shouldn't care about his idiot, blood-traitor but he did. He still wanted Sirius to approve of him, which was ridiculous really considering the way everyone in the Black family approved of Regulus, not Sirius. The way Bellatrix had praised him and put down Sirius earlier in the night was proof of that. She had pulled him aside and told him he had the makings of a death eater. Regulus was quite smug about it until Sirius had displayed his disgust at the idea. Now, Regulus wasn't sure what he felt, besides bothered that Sirius's opinion mattered so much to him.

Maybe the opinion of Sirius meant so much to Regulus because he knew that deep down Sirius cared about Regulus in the same way Regulus cared about Sirius. Why else would he be snooping around his room? The thought filled Regulus with even more rage and confusion. He didn't want Sirius in his room, even though he himself had been in Sirius's room and thought all his pictures of muggle girls and motorcycles were dreadful. Plus, he had found a picture of Andromeda's daughter whom he had never seen. Not that Regulus cared, the girl was just a half-blood but still why did Sirius receive pictures and he didn't?

But none of that mattered to Regulus at the moment, what mattered to him was that Sirius did not come back into his room. Especially if he was going to disapprove of his ideas. Regulus grabbed a piece of parchment and made a sign. He wrote: "Do not enter without the express permission of Regulus Arcturus Black" and hung it up with a smirk.

That should stop Sirius from poking around where he had no business belonging. And if Sirius was going to sneak around and spy on him then he would return the favor. Regulus was going to figure out what Sirius was doing and whom he was doing it with.