#the black siblings

[aeteut]

sirius and regulus, the most beautiful stars in the night sky.

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

[icarianstars]

Before Regulus entered the cave, he stood outside it on the rocky cliff and watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in orange and gold. He whispered a final goodbye to James, and for the first time in over a year, he let himself cry.

[lixzey]

safe and sound

ONE. TWO. THREE

I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right, my little Versailles.

The morning after Sirius left, when your mother and father found out, they disowned your eldest brother immediately—your mother blasted him off of the Black family tapestry. Your mother quickly locked herself in her room afterwards and didn’t step out of the room for a week. You wondered why, but brushed it off to the side. Mother never loved Sirius, Mother never loved any of us. She was just ashamed to have lost her son to blood traitors, half-bloods, and muggle-borns.

Though your mother left Sirius’ room untouched, maybe she wasn’t bothered to clean out her blood traitor of a son’s room. 

The news spread like wildfire over the remaining days of the holiday. Your Slytherin friends sent you letters asking if it was true that the Black heir was disowned. You ignored every letter as much as you could, but you can’t deny the truth for long, especially when you’re back at Hogwarts.

“You are not to be in contact with him, do you understand me?” Your mother’s voice echoed in your ears, her eyes emotionless. Keep his name out of your mouth, you don’t deserve to mourn. You thought, as you nodded along with Regulus, you had no choice but to do so.

You were actually dreading going back to Hogwarts after the holidays. The letters Sirius promised, it never came. So you just assumed that he didn’t want anything to do with you or Regulus anymore, completely shutting both of you out of his life. Like your mother, you confined yourself to your room. You just laid in bed, clutching one of Sirius’ old shirts close to your chest. Regulus often stayed with you, giving you the comfort you needed, but still, it wasn’t the same as it used to be.

Meanwhile, Regulus’ heart broke at the sight of his sister grieving and crying almost every night. It was torture to hear her muffled sobs through the walls, but he couldn’t do a thing to make it all better. He was missing Sirius too, which made it harder for him to be there for Y/n. As much as he wanted to be strong for her, he was struggling to deal with Sirius’ absence as well.

He lost a brother too. 

But Regulus kept his promise: he would protect Y/n, no matter the cost. His little sister comes first, above all. 

January 2nd, 1977

You watched as the view of King’s Cross faded into view, the cold weather sending goosebumps running down your arms, but you ignored it as best as you could.

“Come on, starlight, I need to get to the Prefects’ carriage,” Regulus sighed, nudging you slightly. 

“You go ahead, Reggie.” You smiled softly. “I’m going to go and look for Pandora and Dorcas, don’t worry about me.” 

Regulus raised a brow at you. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

You rolled your eyes at his protectiveness. “Yes, I’ll be alright.”

Regulus hesitated for a moment before he sighed and nodded. “Alright, fine. Just be careful, okay? You know what people are saying about Sirius; it might be best to keep a low profile for now.” 

You nodded, knowing he had a point. The rumours had already spread, and you didn’t want to deal with all the questions and looks from your classmates. But you also wanted to find out why Sirius never sent any letters in the days that followed his departure. 

As Regulus made his way to the Prefects’ carriage, you took a deep breath and decided to go and find James Potter. You knew it was risky, but you needed to find out why. As you made your way through the crowded train, you tried to keep your head down and avoid drawing too much attention to yourself.

Suddenly, while keeping your head down, you collided with someone. When you looked up, you saw James smiling at you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling. But you’ve already fallen for him, a long time ago.

“You should be looking at where you’re going, Y/n,” James smirked, the distance between the two a few inches away making your heart flutter in your chest.

“You can let me go now, James.” You chuckled nervously, trying to fight the heat that was rising to your cheeks.

James helped you stand on your feet before taking his arm off of your waist. “So, how are you? Are you okay?”

“You know well for a fact that I am not okay, James.” You crossed your arms over your chest, rolling your eyes. “Where’s my brother?” 

James’ smile faltered, knowing exactly which brother you were asking for. “He’s with Remus,”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take me to my brother, James.” 

James awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “He really doesn’t want to talk to you or Regulus.”

You felt disappointed. You and Regulus were supposed to be the closest people to him. But as much as you wanted to confront James about it, he seemed genuinely concerned for Sirius. 

“I'm sorry, Y/n. I wish I could do more to help.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “It's okay, James. I just want him to know that he's not alone, that Reg and I are here for him too.” You smiled sadly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I just really miss him.”

James nodded, his eyes sincere. “I'll tell him, I promise. And Y/n, if you ever need anything, just let me know.”

You smiled gratefully, still feeling conflicted about the whole situation. As James bid you farewell and continued on his way, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in your chest. Why wasn't Sirius reaching out?

But deep down, you knew that you'd never stop caring about your brother, even if he had chosen to leave. You were mad at him, yes, but that didn't mean you'd just forget him—like the rest of your family did—he was still your Siri, the best friend you and Regulus always had. And as the train rumbled on towards Hogwarts, you made a silent vow to yourself that you would let Sirius know that he was still loved. Because family was everything, and regardless of what had happened, you were determined to bring your family back together.

“For how long are you going to avoid your brother and sister, Padfoot?” James asked, opening the chocolate frog box in his hand. 

Sirius sighed, his eyes glued to the views outside. “I don’t know.”

“You know, Y/n really misses you,” James pointed out, stuffing the box in his pocket.

Sirius looked at James, his brows knitted in confusion. “How do you know that?” 

James gulped, avoiding Sirius’ gaze. “I kind of bumped into her a few minutes ago when I went to find the trolley witch.” 

“What did you do, Prongs?” Remus asked from beside Sirius. 

“Uh, so...InearlytoppledheroverandIheldherwaistsoshedidn’tfall.”

Remus raised a brow. “What?” 

James cleared his throat. “I nearly toppled her over, and I held her waist so she wouldn’t fall.”

“What the hell, Prongs!? You put your filthy hooves on my little sister!” Sirius exclaimed, his eyes widening in annoyance.

James held up his hands in defense. “I didn’t mean to! It was an accident, I swear!” 

Remus snorted. “Hooves? Really?”

Sirius huffed and crossed his arms, a scowl etched onto his lips. “I'm serious—don't you dare use my own pun at me, James! Keep your filthy hands to yourself when it comes to my sister!”

James nodded sheepishly, raising his hands up in defense. “Alright, alright!”

“I should talk to her, shouldn’t I?” Sirius mumbled, his eyes softening and the scowl replaced by a sad frown.

“Yeah, Padfoot, you should. She loves you, and she just wants to know you’re okay,” James said, placing a hand on Sirius’ shoulder.  

Sirius nodded, making up his mind. “Yeah, I’ll do it. I need to let her know that I’m alright.” 

“You have a few more hours to think about what you’re going to tell Y/n and Regulus,” Remus said, a smile on his lips. “They’ll understand; don't worry.”

Sirius sighed, knowing all too well that it wasn’t going to be easy to reach out to his siblings. “I hope they will.”

The Great Hall was bustling with the loud chatter of the students catching up about the holidays. Y/n Black slumped over the Slytherin table, completely forgetting the etiquette lessons she had been forced to learn from her mother for the past years of her life. The youngest Black daughter was in no mood to talk about her holidays, given what happened on Christmas night. 

“Y/n, come on, just eat something,” Pandora Rosier, your best friend, urged you to eat.

“I don’t want to,” you grumbled, your lips curling into a frown. 

Your friends had been pleading with you for the past fifteen minutes to eat, but you weren’t really in the mood for anything apart from walking back to your dorm room and just going ahead and sleeping the rest of the night away. 

“Starlight, please,” Regulus pleaded, his eyes filled with concern. You sighed, rolling your eyes, before grabbing a pumpkin pasty from the plate in front of you and taking a bite. “Happy?” 

Regulus groaned, fighting the urge to smile at his sister. “Just eat the damn pasty.” 

"So, Y/n, have you finished all of your homework?” Dorcas Meadowes, another one of your best friends, asked. 

“Of course I did,” you said matter-of-factly. “Mother would kill me if I didn’t.”

Dorcas snorted. “Your mother is quite charming, isn’t she?” 

“She isn’t charming, Dorcas,” Pandora chimed in, her brows knitted in confusion. “Mrs. Black is a terrible woman.” 

“It’s sarcasm, Pands." Dorcas rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. 

“Oi, that’s still our mother,” Regulus said, glaring at the two girls. 

“Oh please, Reggie, you and I both know that Mother is a high class bitch.” You chuckled, playfully tossing crumbs of the pasty at Regulus. 

Regulus playfully scowled, feigning offense. “Oi, quit throwing crumbs at me!”

“I think your family is probably one of the most dysfunctional families I’ve ever seen.” Dorcas quipped, amusement evident in her eyes. 

You laughed, shaking your head. “You have no idea.”

Suddenly, the loud chatter died down to hush whispers. You turned around and saw Sirius walking in with his friends trailing behind him, his head held high as his eyes searched the Great Hall until they landed on you. 

Sirius gave you a small smile before making his way towards the Slytherin table. “Can we talk?” 

Regulus scowled, his fists clenching involuntarily. “No, go away-”

“Shut up, Regulus!” you hissed, kicking him from under the table. You turned to face your eldest brother. “How nice of you to finally reach out, Sirius,” you said, your voice laced with anger you couldn't stop from spilling out.

Sirius flinched at the harshness of your voice; he had never seen his sister look so angry. “Can we please just talk?” Sirius pleaded, his eyes filled with guilt. “Please, starlight, give me a chance.” 

Starlight. You sighed, the nickname tugging on your heartstrings. “Alright, let’s talk then.” You stood up and walked past Sirius, Regulus following closely behind.

Sirius led you and Regulus into an empty classroom, where the three of you settled in. Silence hung in the air, and tension was building between the three of you. “I’m sorry,” Sirius began, his voice filled with regret. “I shouldn’t have left like that; I was just so overwhelmed, and I didn’t know what else to do.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest, his lips pressed into a tight line. “You left because you were weak.” 

Sirius sighed at Regulus’ words, but he nodded, acknowledging the truth. “I know, Reggie, and I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, feeling hurt. “You hurt both of us, Sirius. You didn’t even let us know if you were alright—I was worried sick about you!” 

“I know, starlight, and I regret it every day since I left. It was never my intention to hurt either of you.” Sirius admitted, his eyes filled with remorse. 

“So, are you coming back home?” You asked, a hopeful look in your eyes. 

Sirius’ eyes darkened for a split second. “No, I’m not going back to that hell hole.’’

“Then what’s the point of apologising, Sirius?” Regulus spat. “You can't just leave us and expect us to be okay with it!”

“But-” Sirius started, but Regulus scoffed loudly, cutting him off. “You are a coward, Sirius. You turn your back on your family and then expect us to just forgive you?”

Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I know I can’t expect forgiveness; I don’t deserve it. But I want you to know that I am always going to be your brother, no matter what.”

Regulus scoffed, standing up from his chair. “I don’t need you as my brother.”

You sighed, feeling conflicted between your brothers. You wanted so badly to forgive Sirius, but a part of you was agreeing with Regulus. He can't just leave and expect us to be okay with it. “So what? You’re just going to live with the Potters and forget about us?” 

“Yes, but-” 

“No, stop before you make yourself sound shallower than you already are.” you interrupted, shaking your head. “I just don’t understand, Sirius. The three of us, we’ve been through so much together, and then just like that, you left us. You left me.” 

“Starlight, please….” Sirius begged, stepping closer to you. But you stepped away, unable to look him in the eye.

“You made your bed, Sirius.” You choked out a sob. “Lie in it.”

Sirius hung his head in shame as he watched you leave the classroom. Regulus gave him a final glare before following after you. Sirius sat alone in the empty classroom, feeling the weight of his decisions. 

He lost his brother, he lost his sister, he lost his family.

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[burninghousepress]

Why yes I do hc both of the black siblings as trans.

[garlicbreadfanatic]

Sirius: hey why is your tongue purple?

Regulus: i had a blue slushy

Remus: James had a red one

Sirius: …and you didn't think to get me one? :(

[im-just-confused]

How would you guys feel abt a fluffy Lily Evans x Fem!reader oneshot where reader is Sirius’s twin?

[nikolai-alexi]

the night before sirius graduates hogwarts and joins the order in the war, he goes to the astronomy tower for the first time since his fifth year when they dropped the course. he doesn’t really know why he goes, but something drives his feet away from the gryffinfor common room, away from his friends and the booze they shouldn’t have and the record player moony enchanted. he’s not sure why he’s walking up the steps to the tower, but he is.

when he gets to the top, he almost immediately turns around and walks away. surely there must be something wrong with this inner drive to come here. because he doesn’t need the person leaning against the handrail to turn around to know exactly who it is. and he’s not looking for a fight tonight, not now.

so he goes to turn away. goes to leave. to close this heavy wooden door between himself and regulus for what feels like a final time.

“sirius,”

regulus doesn’t call out. he doesn’t yell his name. hell, he barely whispers it. but sirius has always been more attuned to regulus than anyone else. regulus doesn’t have to say a word for sirius to head him shout. he takes his hand off the door handle and turns around. regulus isn’t looking at him.

“regulus,”

regulus says nothing, doesn’t turn to face him, nor does he seem to breathe into the silence between them. that inner drive tells sirius to walk forward. he does.

he walks until he stands beside regulus at the handrail, this is the closest they’ve been to one another since that night two years ago. this is the closest they’ve been to one another in two years and yet sirius can’t ever remember feeling as far away from him as he does now.

“when did you know it was time to let go?” regulus asks after the silence stretches taut between them.

sirius blinks, not really understanding the question but feeling the importance of them. he doesn’t know if regulus is asking about their parents or their expectations as house of black heirs or any number of things really, but he searches for an answer that could satisfy any of them. he doesn’t answer for a long time.

“i think,” he unexpectedly gets choked up, “i think i realised it was time to let go when holding on didn’t do a damn thing for either of us anymore.”

he contemplates his own answer for a while before continuing, “there’s not a single thing i wouldn’t have done for you, regulus. if you’d asked me to stay, i would have. if you’d asked me to take you with me, i would have. but you made my choice for me, and while there’s not a day that goes by where I’m not grateful that you pushed me through that fireplace because I’m sure she would have killed me if you hadn’t, you poured wax down the fraying rope i was trying to hold onto. you stayed and came out the other side. you didn’t need me anymore, and i found that i needed myself.”

regulus stays still as stone, not moving, not breathing, he just stays frozen, before abruptly turning away. but this time, sirius is the one who speaks before he can leave.

“regulus,”

regulus pauses at the door, hand poised over the door handle and does not turn.

sirius doesn’t turn from the handrail.

“letting go doesn’t mean i ever stopped lov—“ he can’t force the word through his teeth, “it doesn’t mean i ever stopped caring about you.”

sirius pretends he doesn’t hear the sigh that leaves regulus’s lips as he leaves the tower.

a year later in the height of the war, sirius wakes in the middle of a cold december night with the voice of his brother echoing in his head. he can’t make out the words of what he’s saying — regulus’s words are garbled and muffled, making sense of them is like trying to hear under water. he wonders if maybe it’s a sign. maybe he ought to try and…he doesn’t even know what. sway him to the order? make amends in the middle of the war? fat chance of that. he falls back asleep with a chuckle at the absurdity of the thought.

a week later the daily prophet announces that his baby brother is dead.

and suddenly, he hears the words from his dream clear as a mourning dove’s cry.

“it’s time to let go now.”

[hanarria]

James, in the gc: do you guys believe in the idea that fearing a thing attracts it

Sirius: yeah I think

Regulus: oh no mental stability I’m cowering in fear

James:

Sirius: i don’t think that’s how it works

[astroaries98]

Borrowed Books and Realisations....

This story concept came to me last night and I have been excited to write it all day!

Celeste Black was sat in an alcove in a hidden section of the courtyard overgrown with vines. Back pressed against the ancient stone engrossed in an open book balancing on her knees she turned a page and took a drag of a cigarette, letting the ash fall on the page below. 

“You’ll burn it if you’re not careful” A teasing voice lifted Celeste from her book and back into reality. She looked up to see a playful grin across Remus Lupin's face as he put a cigarette in his own mouth and lit it taking in a long first draw. 

She didn't return his smile, could she find one place in this godforsaken castle that was free from snarky Gryffindors? 

When Celeste didn't respond Remus exhaled a laugh and shook his head, his reddish blonde hair falling in front of his eyes. He pushed it back and pointed towards the book. “It’s not polite to burn other people's things ya’ know?” 

“It’s mine” She looked back down and turned the page, maybe if she ignored it, it would go away. 

“No, it isn’t” Remus sat next to her in the alcove now and looked ahead towards the mountains. 

Celeste sighed, took in another tobacco-filled breath and snapped the book shut. 

“Well then, whose could it possibly be?” she asked.

“It’s mine” Remus laughed “I gave it to Sirius to borrow last summer.” 

Celeste rolled her eyes. Of course, it seemed silly now to think Sirius could have gotten decent muggle fiction from anywhere else. She held the book up towards Remus. 

He shook his head again, “No it’s fine… keep it, honest, just make sure you don’t set it on fire.” He winked.

“Thanks,” Celeste replied, shooting a small smile back.

“Stealing already stolen books and jumpers from Sirius, House of Black must be falling on hard times?” Remus asked, pulling on the sleeve of the baggy dark grey jumper Celeste was wearing over her uniform. 

“Too busy funding political campaigns,” Celeste smirked. “But this isn’t Siruis’s...it’s Regulus’s if you must know, I took it from his trunk this morning.” 

Remus looked puzzled now, “Regulus?... No, it isn’t. I know that jumper, my mother knitted it as a present last year.” 

“Are you trying to tell me I’m wearing your jumper Lupin?” Celeste laughed at the ridiculous situation she was in. 

“No. Not mine... but it is...James's” He said slowly. 

The two of them locked eyes in realisation as missing pieces of separate puzzles fell into place.

[liliestar]

The Gold by Phoebe Bridgers and the Manchester Orchestra is the Black Sisters and the Black Sisters only and no one can change my mind about that, more specifically:

This entire first part of the song is Narcissa, watching as her eldest sister slowly turns mad, no longer the person who braided her hair for her before she went to sleep knowing Narcissa would toss and turn all night if she could feel the itch of it on her skin. No longer the person who would be the bark to Narcissa bite, the person who knew her youngest sister was never able to look at herself quite the same after any potential wrongdoing or misstep or in some instances (depending on who it was directed at) too harsh of a word. And then toward the end, seeing Andy ,her Andy, flee and leave the tow of them behind, no longer being there to hold either sister, or reassure them in their darker moments

And then here in the middle as always is Andromeda, caught between what she used to know and what she does now, leaving not just her sisters behind but also her father and her mother, her two younger cousins and the life and ideals she grew up with all for love she knows is healthier than any she may have received when growing up, aware that even the most genuine love she experienced in what she and her sisters shared for each other was still tainted in some way by those around them. She misses them sure, but not enough to go back, no matter how it feels to simply remember and not feel

And then Bellatrix who thinks the same as Andy except in reverse. Who thinks her sister didn’t love them because she didn’t stay. Didn’t even say goodbye. Didn’t ask them to go with her or even give them the chance to beg her to stay with them. She thinks her baby sister has lost her mind, all those accidental head bumps from when they were little and secretly jumping up on down on their beds together at night finally catching up to her because pain and madness is the only possible reason their Andromeda could’ve left them so surely. But at least she has Narcissa. That is until she has to watch as her Cissy slowly becomes more and more unsure around her, the unconditional faith she has in her big sister fading over time, the still soft ‘Bella’ turning into a monotone ‘Bellatrix’ as she looses her other little girl and this time with no one to blame but herself.

[crimsonlovebartylus]

wrote a small 700 word drabble. 🫶🏼 based on the song beautiful boy.

LINK: Beautiful Boy

[lixzey]

Ive had this idea in my head for a while now and i just had to tell someone 🤭❤️

So y/n is siblings with regulus and sirius, and regulus and them are twins. They had a good bond with sirius before he ran away and then they werent alouwed to talk to him anymore because of there mum. But a few weeks after sirius left he came back to get a few things that he really wanted to keep . But when he and the marauders sneaked in he found there mum toruring regulus and he was screaming and crying and stuff, while y/n was laying there unconscious and bleeding a lot and then you can continue :) ( also if you want make it james x reader at the endddd)

Love your stories sm ❤️

warnings: use of the cruciatus curse, mention of death eaters, mentions of blood.

safe and sound

ONE TWO THREE

Oh, all that I did to try to undo it. All of my pain and all your excuses, I was a kid but I wasn't clueless. Someone who loves you wouldn't do this.

All of my past, I tried to erase it, but now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same.

December 25th, 1976

You hated Christmas.

Not because you despised the holiday, really, but because you hate what happens during the holiday.

Your parents would always gather up the whole family at Christmas; it was a tradition that originated with your family’s ancestors. You and your brothers were forced to wear itchy dress robes and needed to be on your best behavior. For as long as you can remember, the Black family Christmas gathering was a load of hippogriff dung.

You spent the whole day mingling with your older cousins, which you absolutely dreaded each and every time you had to spend time with them, especially Bellatrix. You already had to spend every day seeing your cousins at Hogwarts, and the last thing you wanted was to spend Christmas with them too.

The only sensible cousin you had was Andromeda; you loved her like a sister, but she wasn’t welcome in the family anymore since she married the muggle-born Ted Tonks. You missed her dearly, but you still exchanged letters from time to time, you still preferred Andromeda's company rather than Narcissa's or Bellatrix's.

The gathering went well—at least the first half of it.

You were sitting on your bed, peacefully reading a book, when your mother called everyone to the Black family library. You were confused; your family never used the library for gatherings this large. You reluctantly make your way up to the library, goosebumps littering your body as eerie silence enveloped the whole house. When you opened the doors to the library, your eyes visibly widened. 

All of your family members were already inside, along with masked figures in dark cloaks—death eaters—standing in a circle around another hooded figure. Before you even knew what was happening, your eldest brother, Sirius, was thrown into the middle of the room.

“He is ready, my Lord.” Your father, Orion, bowed in front of the hooded figure—the Dark Lord. “He is sixteen, just as you requested.”

“I requested nothing, Orion. I required him to be at least sixteen and willing to join in the ranks of my death eaters.” The Dark Lord’s cold voice echoed in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. “I do not intend to use the Imperius curse on every last follower into understanding and obedience.”

“Perhaps a little persuasion is useful, my Lord?” Bellatrix purred lovingly at the Dark Lord, making you want to vomit right there and then. Voldemort raised a hand, and your cousin’s crazed laughter echoed throughout the room, her wand aimed at Sirius. “Crucio!”

You felt sick to your stomach as you watched in horror as your brother’s screams rang in your ears. Sirius looked defiant, refusing to bow down to the Dark Lord. You felt paralysed, unable to move or do anything to help your brother. Tears started to sting your eyes. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to grab your older brother and just run away from all of the madness.

You suddenly felt arms wrap around your shoulder, the familiar warmth enveloping you despite the horrors in front of you. “Starlight, look at me.”

You looked up, meeting your second-eldest brother’s soft eyes. “Reggie…..” 

“I know, I know, just don’t let your guard down, okay, starlight?” Regulus whispered, kissing your forehead as he hugged you tighter. “It’ll be okay; Sirius will be okay.”

You watched helplessly as Sirius thrashed on the hardwood floor, screaming as the curse coursed through his body. Despite Regulus’ assurances—which you knew were pointless—tears flowed down your cheeks as you hoped that this was all just a bad dream. Sirius didn’t deserve any of this.

 “Crucio!” 

Still, Sirius did not break.

“He’s stubborn, Orion, Walburga,” Voldemort sneered, his red eyes glinting in the dim light. “Perhaps we should instruct the boy on the consequences of defiance.”

“Never!” Sirius screamed as he struggled to breathe, blood spilling out of his nose from being knocked over by the cruciatus.

“The young heir must be taught a lesson.’’ you heard your uncle Cygnus say, earning the laughs of agreement from everyone else.

Sirius panted heavily, licking blood from his lip before spitting it onto the rug. “Never….in a million….years.”

“Crucio! Crucio!” Bellatrix was clearly eager to hurt Sirius, enjoying the sight of your brother writhing in pain under her mercy. It made your blood boil; you wanted to just rip Bellatrix’s throat out of her neck.

“Kill the spare.” Voldemort’s snake-like eyes landed on you and Regulus. Your skin crawled as you felt the gazes of everyone in the room fall on you and your brother.

“No!” Your mother screamed and fell to her knees in front of the Dark Lord. “My Lord, I beg you, kill this traitor instead.” She gestured to Sirius's shaking, bleeding, sweating body. “Regulus and Y/n are as noble and pure as you could ever require. My better children will willingly seek your approval and bear your mark as soon as they come of age.”

Suddenly, everything went silent. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Every breath you took was a struggle as you waited for Voldemort's decision. Finally, he turned his gaze away from you, causing you to release the breath you didn't realise you were holding. The tension in the air was thick, and it felt like no one dared to move.

After what felt like an eternity, Voldemort spoke. “Very well, I will accept your offer. Bring them once they are of age. Do what you please to punish this Gryffindor.”

Regulus had his hand intertwined with yours, giving it an assuring squeeze. “It’s going to be alright, don’t worry.”

As Voldemort's followers, along with your family members, filed out of the room, you quickly rushed and kneeled down beside Sirius’ trembling body, pulling him into a hug, tears streaming down your face.

You choked back tears as you tilted his head so that he could look you straight in the eye. “Siri, look at me,” you choked out, your heart breaking at the sight of your injured older brother. “Open your eyes, please. Sirius, please look at me.”

“Hi, my little starlight,” he rasped, his grey eyes slowly opening to look up at you.

“You’re alright, I got you, you're safe,” You kissed your brother’s forehead, the taste of blood sticking to your lips. “Reggie,” you forced yourself to say through tears. “Help me take Siri back to his room.”

Regulus quickly nodded as he helped you and Sirius out of the library, his arm wrapped around Sirius’ waist to offer support while the two of you brought him back to his room. Once you settled him on his bed, you started to clean his wounds as best as you could. Regulus helped as well, casting healing spells on Sirius to ease his pain.

“I'm sorry,” Sirius said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I brought this on all of you.”

“It's not your fault, Siri,” you reassured him, tears still spilling from your eyes despite wiping them away just seconds ago. “None of this is your fault.”

Regulus handed Sirius a vial of dark red liquid. “Drink this—it's blood replenishing potion. I nicked it from Slughorn’s stash before we left for the holidays. Drink up, you'll feel a bit better.”

“We'll always be here for you, Siri,” you murmured, holding your brother's hand tightly. “No matter what, we'll be here for you, together.”

You grabbed the vial from your brother's hand, uncorked it and force fed it to your eldest brother. Sirius grimaced at the coppery taste, but swallowed nonetheless. After some time, Sirius was finally able to breathe easier, and his pain lessened. He looked at you and Regulus, the same gray eyes mirroring yours.

“Thank you,” Sirius mumbled. “I don't know what I'd do without both of you.”

“We’re siblings, it’s what siblings do—we protect each other,” Regulus said, a smile on his lips, leaning against the wall as he watched over you and Sirius with a determined look in his eyes. “We'll be okay, I promise. We just need to stick together and look out for each other, no matter what.”

“Yes, we will,” you agreed, giving Sirius a reassuring smile. “We'll find a way to get through this together.”

You lay awake in your room, your thoughts drifting back and forth to what had just happened earlier today.

Sirius didn’t do anything to deserve pain and torture. Sirius was the best big brother to you and Regulus; he always made sure the two of you were safe. Whenever either you or Regulus got into trouble, Sirius would do something worse, so he was the one who’d get punished instead. You’d always ask him why he did what he did, but he’d always say: your skin is far better than mine, starlight.

You were grateful for Sirius’ protection from your parents through the years; he and Reggie were your rocks. You wouldn’t have made it without your brothers; you loved them more than anything in the world.

It hurt you when Sirius first went to Hogwarts. You were scared he’d forget you and Regulus while he was at school. Sirius assured the two of you that it wouldn’t happen, but somehow it did. It didn’t happen until Regulus went to Hogwarts, leaving you alone to fend for yourself.

Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor; at first he was absolutely terrified, but in the end he embraced his inner Gryffindor—much to the disappointment of the whole family. Your parents specifically warned you and Regulus not to talk to Sirius while he was at Hogwarts; they wanted the two of you to cut ties with your eldest brother—just because he was a Gryffindor. Of course, you didn’t cut ties. Sirius was your brother; you weren’t just going to throw that away because of him defying tradition. But since Sirius was the disappointment, it fell on Regulus’ shoulders to become the proper heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Sirius would send letters, telling you and Regulus about his adventures while being a first year. He told the two of you about his friends, how he was excited for Reg to come to Hogwarts, and how he wanted so badly to have his siblings in Gryffindor too. It created a rift between your brothers, a rift created by your parents’ beliefs that were forced upon Regulus.

When Sirius came back from his first year, Regulus was distant from Sirius, unlike before. Of course, Sirius got worried for his little brother and asked you, but you didn’t know either what was happening because you and Regulus spent the whole year away from each other—with the exception of him sneaking into your room to comfort you when you were punished for not taking your etiquette lessons seriously, like the proper pureblood lady that you are. 

The summer before Regulus’ first year and Sirius’ second year was spent in silence. The three of you locked up in your rooms until Sirius decided to be a proper Black. It was torture for you because it was slowly pitting your siblings against each other. The ideas your mother instilled upon you and Regulus were horrid and absolutely disgusting to hear from a mother’s lips—which you knew from an early age—that your mother was not like other mothers. Your aunt Druella was not like your mother—she was kind and loved her daughters—so it confused you as a child: why did Mother not love us?

Your brothers drifted apart completely when Regulus was sorted into Slytherin. Sirius stopped talking to Regulus completely—which broke his heart, but he wouldn’t tell that to Sirius; only you knew—and ignored Regulus for as long as he could while at school. It didn’t help much because Regulus became friends with Severus Snape, the person Sirius despised at Hogwarts.

Still, your brothers sent you letters to make you feel that you weren’t alone. But over the course of that year, the letters slowly stopped. At first, you thought it was because they were busy, but that wasn’t the case. They simply got caught up in their personal lives, forgetting you in the process. You couldn't hate them for it; they were entitled to their own lives outside of you; you were only their sister; you couldn’t demand attention.

You felt alone for the first time in your life. Your brothers left you alone to fend for yourself. You felt betrayed and abandoned by the people you loved most in the world. The months without them were hell. You spent all of your days being trained to be a proper wife when you came of age. You were barely eleven and training to be a wife—the only thing you’re destined to be, according to your family's standards.

When Christmas of that year came, you couldn’t recognise your brothers. Back then, one of you couldn’t be seen alone; it was always the three of you glued to each other's sides. The moment Sirius and Regulus stepped out of the floo, they immediately went to their respective rooms, not even batting an eye at each other or you either. Though it hurt, you were determined to bring back your family—your family, your brothers—and you weren’t going to let your parents’ words affect anything you had with your brothers.

You snuck into their rooms, trying to persuade them to bunk in your room, for old times’ sake, please! But all of your efforts were futile, as neither of them wanted to be in each other's presence other than yours. Well, at least they had common ground, you. Days passed, and they headed back to Hogwarts, leaving you once more. At that point, you came to terms that it would not be easy to bring your family back, but you at least had to try.

Finally, the time for you to attend Hogwarts finally came. And by some miracle, your brothers got along temporarily. It was their little sister’s first year at Hogwarts—they weren’t going to just ignore that and not be excited. Your brothers told you everything you needed to know while the three of you bunked in bed, just like old times.

As soon as you stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, Sirius and Regulus hovered over you like hawks—literally. You were annoyed, but you wouldn’t have it in any other way. Your brothers assured you that they’d still love you no matter which house you got sorted into; you were still their little starlight.

Lo and behold, you were sorted into Slytherin, like every other Black in your family. Your parents were ecstatic; they sent you an owl—a literal eagle owl that was bigger than your head—along with a box of Honeydukes sweets. Regulus was happy that you were sorted in the same house as him and was already eager to show you around the Slytherin common room. Sirius, on the other hand, was happy for you, but he was disappointed that his sister got sorted into the same house generations of family members were in—even Andromeda was in Slytherin—but you assured your eldest brother that nothing was ever going to change between the two of you.

Surprisingly, your Hogwarts years were a blast. By the time you were in your third year, you were at the top of your class and had friends in every year and house. You were popular amongst the crowd—not that you’d ever admit it—you were known as the kindest Black that ever walked the halls of Hogwarts. You made lots of friends in Slytherin and even more in Gryffindor, without your parents’ knowing, of course, because your tattletale of a cousin, Bellatrix, and with the extension of Narcissa, had already graduated prior to your first year.

Sirius and Regulus were extremely protective of you when boys started flocking over you. You had the Black family genes—full lips, aristocratic features, long black hair, and grey eyes—there was no denying that you were beautiful. But there was one boy who caught your eye, which Sirius would not approve of. Despite the fact that you had boys asking you out from left to right, you couldn’t compete with a certain redhead with eyes green as emeralds.

You loved James Potter more than just a friend.

James was kind, funny, brave, and fiercely loyal. Even though he had an ego the size of the Black Lake, he had a golden heart to match it. James never treated you like how other boys treated you; he treated you like a person, not like some trophy to be won. James had an effect on you no one else had; he made you feel like a lovesick girl whenever you’re near him—but you won’t show or tell anyone about it though—butterflies fill your stomach in a frenzy each time he looks at you. But he was your brother’s best friend, meaning he was off limits. There isn’t a written or verbal rule about that, but you knew Sirius would flip if you ever dated his best friend, which is a long shot because James Potter was hopelessly in love with Lily Evans. You hated it, but you didn’t have a choice; Lily was your friend too, and you couldn’t hate her for the things that weren't even her fault.

All of a sudden, you heard the floorboards creak from outside your bedroom, snapping you out of your thoughts. You slowly got out of bed to investigate, confused. Who the hell is up at three in the morning? Kreacher definitely doesn’t stay up this late. You placed your hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it, making sure to be as quiet as humanly possible, only to see your older brother creeping out of his room. Sirius stopped in his tracks when he noticed you, a guilty look plastered on his face, a look you knew oh so well.

“Go back to bed, starlight,” Sirius said, trying to act nonchalant but ultimately failing.

“Where are you going? Why do you have a bag packed? Are you leaving us?” You asked, your lips quivering at the sight of a bag slung over his shoulder.

Sirius sighed, walking towards you. “I’m sorry, starlight, but I have to leave,” he said gently, his breath wavering as he reached for your hand. “If I don’t, I’ll go insane.”

“What about us? Me? Reggie?”

“We can get through this, Siri; please don’t leave us…” you begged, pulling his hands away from your cheeks.

“I’ll write every day. I promise...” Sirius said, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s not safe for me here.” His chest heaved slightly. “You saw what happened, starlight—you know they’ll force me to take the mark, and you know I can’t have that,” he said, his expression solemn. “I have to leave; they’ve finally pushed me too far.”

Suddenly, the floorboards creaked again. Regulus stood behind Sirius, a confused look plastered on his face at the sight of you with tears in your eyes. “What's happening, Sirius, Y/n?” Regulus asked, worry evident in his voice.

Sirius froze at the sound of his voice. He felt you flinch in his arms. He turned to face Regulus, his eyes pleading and watery. “I’m leaving, little brother. I don’t belong here…with you lot,” he said, choking back his tears.

You buried your head back into Sirius’ chest, holding back your sobs. Your legs felt weak, and you had to grab onto your brother for support.

“You're only sixteen, Sirius,” Regulus said, his voice breaking. “You can’t just leave; you'll be disowned, Sirius.”

“I can't stay, Reggie,” Sirius replied, his voice strained. His eyes roamed over his brother's face, the pain and desperation evident in his eyes. “Mother never cared for me; father would rather die than acknowledge me.”

You looked up at Sirius in horror, tears running down your cheeks. He was right. Your parents hated him. They treated him like scum, all because he wanted to be a good and decent person. “Please, Sirius, don’t leave. We need you. I need you.” 

Sirius sighed, his heart breaking at the sight of his crying sister. “I know, I know, but I can’t stand another day here. There’s so much going on—so much they expect me to do, but I can’t take this life.” 

You hugged your brother tightly, silently casting a silencing charm as you let tears fall from your eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Your fucking parents, Voldemort, fucking ruined it all.

“What about Y/n? It's our job to protect her!” Regulus cried out, trying to reason with Sirius, his eyes blazing. “What? You’re just going to leave?”

“I know, little brother, and that’s why I need you to protect her for me,’’ Sirius said slowly, his voice barely audible.

Regulus narrowed his eyes at his older brother. “Sirius, you’re a Gyrffindor! Be fucking brave, for once!” Regulus hissed angrily, fists clenched, and his lips curled into a scowl.

“For once?” Sirius snapped angrily, moving away from you. “I have been brave for you and Y/n for as long as any of us can remember, Regulus!”

Regulus’ expression morphed into anger; his eyes were blazing with fury and resentment. Sirius took a deep breath, but before he could say anything more, you piped up. “Reg...please.”

“No, Y/n! He’s only thinking about himself-”

“No, you're only thinking about yourself—what about me? MY future—how would you have expected me to become one of Voldemort’s minions and settle down and have children with a woman I don't even love?! I don't want their kind of life, not anymore,” Sirius yelled, his voice full of anger.

You flinched at the venom in Sirius’ voice. “Please, Sirius, don’t leave.”

“I’m sorry starlight, but I have to. I can’t be a part of this twisted family and the Dark Lord's reign of terror. I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not.” Sirius said, his voice filled with pain and determination

“Where will you go? ” You whispered, looking up at Sirius.

“The Potters, James said his parents would take me in.”

Regulus’ eyes filled with anger again. “You're choosing James Potter over your own brother and sister?” Regulus hissed angrily, pulling you away from Sirius.

“Yes!” Sirius yelled, his eyes turning cold. “I'm choosing freedom and life over this twisted family and the Dark Lord! I can't stay, Regulus, and you know it. Don't try and stop me!”

“You've made your choice,” Regulus spat, grabbing your hand. “Come on, starlight.”

Sirius watched as you followed Regulus, his heart breaking. He could feel his eyes burning and his tears threatening to fall.

“Starlight..?” Sirius called out, taking a step after you and Regulus. At the word, you both stopped. For a moment, Regulus turned to face Sirius, and then he took his younger sister by the shoulders.

“Stop crying for him, Y/n, he’s weak.” Regulus spat harshly.

And with that, Sirius slung his bag over his shoulder and walked to the Floo in your father’s study. “Potter Manor!”

You and Regulus stood there in silence, watching helplessly as you let out a choked sob. “Sirius, please don’t go,” you pleaded, but your voice was drowned by the sound of the flames that engulfed him, disappearing from your sight.

Regulus pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried. “I’m sorry, starlight,” Regulus whispered, his voice breaking. ���I'll never leave you, I swear.” 

You clung to your brother, and tears streamed continuously down your face as you realised that everything had changed. Your brother, Sirius, the one who always protected you, was gone. And everything was going to be different from now on.

Now you have another reason to hate Christmas.

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[moondustinfj]

Barty: From now on we'll be using code names! I'll be "eagle 1"

Barty: *points to Regulus* Reggie is "been there done that"

Regulus: 😑

James: hey now-

Barty: *points to Evan* Evan is "currently doing that"

Evan: *smirks and highfives Barty*

Barty: *points to Remus* Remus is "happened once in a dream"

Remus: *lifts an eyebrow*

Sirius: *offended gasp*

Barty: *points to Dorcas* Cas is "if I had to pick a girl"

Dorcas: *snorts* in your dreams Crouch

Barty: And Dora is

Pandora:

Evan:

Dorcas:

Regulus:

Barty: "eagle 2"

Evan and Pandora: oh thank god

[unrealward]

im whuh??

[caitthecakeee]

little big sister, big little brother

[nikolai-alexi]

Sirius “defying gravity” Black

Regulus “i can go the distance” Black