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THOUGHT OF THIS - BLACK BROTHERS HEADCANNON :p

Regulus knelt down opposite the grave, placing the photo he’d brought against the headstone.

SIRIUS ORION BLACK | 3rd November 1959 - 14th July 1965

The photo was of the two of them, before either of them joined Hogwarts. Before Sirius chose James Potter over him.

But Regulus still likes to visit Sirius, every now and then. To show, that even before he died, Regulus still loved him. Although Sirius didn’t back.

It’s been a year since his brothee died. No, he didn’t die. Sirius was murdered. By the person who calls herself their mother.

A year ago today, Sirius and their mother had argued. Regulus remembers every word from what he heard, standing on the landing. Hearing every word. They’d argued over Hogwarts - grades, behaviour, etc. Over Sirius’ friends and his views on the Dark Lord.

Sirius had always had a flair for the dramatic. Regulus should’ve known he’d test their mother too hard one day. But somehow he was hopeful Sirius would keep in line, to stay with Regulus. But no.

Walburga had pulled the arranged marriage out - it’d been a plan in thr making, to conform Sirius to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black’s standards. Sirius came out to her (which Regulus was surprised she didn’t know already because it wasn’t like Sirius tried to hide it).

She’d hurt him, that wasn’t out of the ordinary. But Sirius had retaliated, punching her in the eye. Regulus’ memory goes a vit fuzzy there. Which is unusual since he has an eidetic memory. But he remembers Sirius bleeding. Alot. Like alot alot.

Regulus has no regrets except not helping his brother that day. Because Sirius had left the house, and died of blood loss a few roads away.

Regulus hadn’t seen the body - yes because he wasn’t allowed, but also because he couldn’t bring himself to after being the reason that Sirius might not have made it.

He saw a black dog limp past the road the night Sirius left, and he swears that it mayhe looked at him.

The Black family carried on as normal of course, because showing emotion was too human for them. Regulus had been moved to Beaubatens, because his mother insisted it was Hogwarts who turned Sirius into a blood traitor. It wasn’t horrendous, but it was more difficult without Barty, Evan, Dora and Dorcas.

The girls there were nice, and there was another closeted transgender there, Cole, who talked too much but Regulus didn’t mind him.

But the term ended and Regulus returned to Grimauld Place. Haunted by the empty presence of Sirius. So he left to the graveyard, to talk to his brother. “Sirius. Merlin, I don’t even know why I’m here. You’re dead. You can’t hear me. Mother and Father have lost their minds. Obsessed with joining the Dark Lord’s side. He’s a half-blood as well, you know? Idiot. You’d have a bloody field day making fun of Voldy for that.”

Regulus feels a tear fall from his chin, onto the dirt. “They want me to take the mark. Next year. I’m expecting me to obey. Like a performing seal or something. But I guess you’re lucky, you got out. They’ve started doing the things they did to you to me. Not as badly, you always had Mother on. Perhaps you’re not so lucky. Don’t worry, Sirius. I’ll avenge you or some shit.” He wipes his face with his sleeve.

Looking down at the headstone, Regulus resumes his one-sided conversation, “I miss you. You probably don’t miss me. But I do, the house and the holidays are too quiet without your constant yapping. Mother tried to take down your Gryffindor poster again yesterday, you must’ve used a permanent sticking charm or something because she can’t get it off for the life of her.” He scans the grave yard, and checks his watch. “It’s getting late, I might come back tomorrow. I’ll slip away. J'aime ton frère. Et je te verrai bientôt.“

•»—«•

Three years later

Regulus grabs the locket from the basin. Having just drunk a shit ton of some poison that Riddle left for whoever came looking. He’s parched. He’d read something about osmosis in a muggle biolgy textbook, but that doesn’t matter now.

He fumbles with his wand, “aguamente.” Nothing happens, the Dark Lord probably used a charm so one couldn’t drink. Regulus claps his hand around the shell, and practically crawls to the edge of the island. He dips it in the water.

A hand reaches out at him. It grabs his wrist, making his hand fall. Took him by surprise, so he doesn’t fully comprehend when Regulus is being dragged into the water by an inferi.

The note, written before he even entered the cave, is charmed to the bottom of the basin, along with a dequoy locket he’d made. “Kreacher. Give this,” he hands the lcoket to the house elf, “to Pandora Lovegood. Tell her to destory it. And share my notes from the loose floorboard under my bed with her. Please.”

Regulus had one thought before his slaughter. At least I’ll see Sirius again.

Little did Regulus know, Sirius was living in Godric’s Hollow with his new family. Unknowing of the moment that his little brother’s heart stopped beating.