Oneshots| Jegulus and Wolfstar

Regulus felt as if he couldn't breathe. Like all the weight on his shoulders had shifted and was now suffocating, leading to a slow, painful death. No one would grieve him, he was certain of that.

But this weight wasn't figurative, he was in fact, being choked to his death.

( Reg's pov )

I stare forwards, through the thick layer of water gathering on my eyes, threatening to fall, at the people who are meant to care for you. Ironic isn't it, the people you're meant to tell about shit like this happening, are the ones doing it.

I try to plead my case, but all I can muster if a few sounds of straining, and wincing.

Finally, my mother releases her grip, if it wasn't for the fact that I was the sole heir of Black, she'd have killed me then are there.

Sirius' words are present in my mind, 'come with me. Leave this hell. Come and live with me and James'.  Why didn't I leave with them? Because I'm a coward. I was too scared of disappointed these dipshits. Why should I be worried of the occurrence? I haven't cared what they think since I learnt some decency. 

So why don't I run away?

How would I run away?

What's stopping me from running away?

How do I run away? ( typically, it's kinda difficult, but you put one foot in front of the other, wave your arms around like an inflatable outside a car wash, and sing Mariah Carey )

So I am going to run away?

I can't though, Merlin, why can't I run away? 

"I hope that teaches you a lesson." My mother spits out, before kicking my face once more, and leaving. Probably to go act like the 'peach' and 'darling' she puts on in front of others. If people saw her for the person she really is, the person who has abused her sons since the day they learnt to breathe.

This is my moment. I put the fist to the ground, slowly raising my body weight. I bring my other hand to mirror the action, in attempt to support myself.

I stumble on my feet, but regain my stability. I put one foot in front of the other, and clamber my way down to the cold, metal, unwelcoming doors.

I walk out, feeling the cold nip at my skin like father's coworkers once did. That's right, they left me in a room and let death eaters fuck me. It's so fucked.

I glance once more back. The towering manor stands above me. I can't believe it.

I'm finally free.

Out of my pocket, I pull a slip of parchment out. It's from back when Sirius left.

He gave me James' address, whispering in my ears 'please come with me'  I finally am, Siri. I'm coming.

And James. Merlin, how I missed that angel. The way his freckles danced across his cheeks, creating constellations of safety across his face. His deep, chocolate brown eyes, that gave me a feeling of trust towards an individual I'd never felt before, that were concealed my his circular- framed glasses, and goofish grin. The way he would nip at my skin in between kisses, those beautiful kisses. The way he didn't care what anyone thought, he'd walk hand- in- hand with me down the hallways, despite me insisting I didn't mind being more distant in between class. The way he'd pick me up, and spin me around. Dance with me in the rain, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I couldn't wait to see him again.

He and Sirius were the sole reason on my existence, if it weren't for them, I would've given in to my cruel, tragic fate.

Finally, I walked into Godric Hollows, feeling the safety charms wash over me, wrap me in their warmth like a blanket. I'm nearly there.

I feel the grass spiking at my feet as I embrace the warmth.

I bring my trembling hands up to the door, and knock.

After a few moments of silence, I hear footsteps approaching the door.

The knob slowly spins open, revealing a James Potter standing there, one hand on the doorknob, one gripping his wand, armed.

He still has his gorgeous freckles. His loving eyes. His aura was still caring, and loving, like I'd experienced from no other individual quite like.

"Regulus?" He whispers.

I nod, my bottom lip trembling, wails threatening to voice themselves.

More footsteps can be heard, this time running at a rapid speed.

James is shoved aside, and that's when I see my brother.

He pulls my into a hug, and I cave in. Tears streaming down my face.

"Siri." I cry.

"It's okay, Reg, you're safe now."

But am I?

I fall forwards, losing all consciousness.

***

My vision is hazy, but from what I can make out, is two silhouettes hovering above me.

"James? Sirius?" I mumble.

"Sirius, go grab the potions." Who I can only assume is James, commands.

Sirius does as told, and leaves.

"Hey, Reg, how you doing?" He asks.

"James?" I reach out, cupping his cheek, caressing his soft skin.

"Yes, it's me Reg." He confirms.

I can feel the corners of my lips tugging up, revealing my gleeful composure.

He leans in, resting our foreheads together.

"I missed you." He expresses.

"I missed you more." I respond.

He pecks me on the lips, "I never gave up on you. I always knew you were strong enough to leave those bitches."

"Yeah, I left those bitches." It finally clicks, I actually left.

Sirius returns, handing the potions to James.

"Reg, I'm going to go make some food. Your favourite is still brownies, right?" Sirius informs me.

"You remembered!"

"Of course I did." Sirius emphasises. His gaze moves towards the brunette boy, "I'm trusting you with my baby brother."

I chuckle, "hardly a baby anymore, I'm 17."

"Nope, still a baby."  With that, Sirius leaves.

"Isn't it funny, the last time we were alone in a room, it was you begging me to come with you. I told you I never would be able to, I wasn't strong enough." Regulus remembers.

James visits memory lane with him, "yet here you are, stronger than ever."

I peck him on the cheek.

I love this boy with every fibre of my being.

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