Woo. Two reviews. Amazing. No I'm not being sarcastic, I just have a natural sarcastic tone to my voice. LMAO. Really though, I guess I'll post this chapter. Because I'm bored. My friends are watching the mentalist. Lol. I don't own these stories in case you haven't noticed.
Prince Regulus of the Bog
After many, many, many corners, and turns, and doors, the setting finally changed. The trio were now in a moist, dark, yet sparkling, forest. And it was eerie as hell.
Regulus was currently explaining his dark experiences. "So in short," he summarized, "I only did it to protect you. Since you wouldn't join, Voldemort said he would kill you…"
"Unless you joined," Hermione finished, and squeezed his hand. She had grabbed it earlier, sensing his distress; Sirius could see it also for it was written all over his face. "Yeah…" he said a little distracted.
"Well why didn't you go into hiding or something?" Sirius asked, finally warming up to his brother. "I would've preferred you hiding over dead," Sirius finished softly, concerned for his little brother.
"You gotta understand my position." As they spoke, their hiking caused him to accentuate odd syllables of his words. "I'm a coward, and Voldemort scares me."
"What kind of position is that," Sirius inquired.
"It isn't one," Regulus replied with a shrug. "Hey I'm not a Gryffindor like you, bro," Sirius too shrugged.
"I'm a Gryffindor too," Hermione announced, grinning as she knuckle touched Sirius, letting go of Regulus' hand as she fell into step next to Sirius. "Oh, Regulus' face fell, unknown to the pair in front of him. "So, I suppose you hate Slytherins as well. Most Gryffindors hate 'Snakes' like me." Regulus felt, looked, and sounded defeated.
"What? No, I don't have problems with Slytherins anymore. In fact, I'm friends with most Slytherins around my class." Hermione's answer cheered up Regulus. His smile remained, even as he fell down, as the ground let go beneath him.
After about a minute, Hermione stopped walking abruptly, "Sirius… stop walking," She commanded, battle instinct kicking in.
Sirius stopped dead in his tracks, "Why?" He asked as Hermione turned around to find Regulus had disappeared. "Nothing looks out of the ordinary, no sign of struggle, and we would have heard if he had disapparated," Hermione stated.
After standing in silence for a few minutes, "I knew that twit would run off," Sirius muttered inaudibly. Hermione's face contorted to a scared and confused look. She reached up and grasped the locket, still around her neck. "Where are you, Reg?" She whispered.
"Merlin!" Regulus exclaimed as he stood and brushed himself off (again…) after the fall.
"Bloody hell!" The Goblin King cursed as he looked towards Regulus, "How could you confuse me with my father! We look nothing alike!" Jareth shouted, thinking of his father who managed to get himself trapped in a tree by another fae. And people think he was a sorcerer!
"Your father was Merlin!" Regulus asked in shock.