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The Archer (Regulus' Version) Part Two

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Song: The Archer by Taylor Swift

Characters: Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Walburga Black, mentions of Narcissa Black and Andromeda Black

Warning: hurting someone you love, implications of child abuse, self hate

Easy they come, easy they go

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

Aged 15

"You aren't to talk to him, Regulus. He is no longer your brother. He's just as bad as those Potters." Walburga warned her son, just as he was boarding the scarlet steam train to leave for the next term at hogwarts.

He had to listen. He didn't want to, but he had to. To protect not only himself but, more importantly, protect him.

"Regulus. I've been so worried, are you okay!? Did they hurt you?" Sirius asks, checking regulus for fresh injuries, the moment he see him on the train. Regulus stands onfront of him for a moment, frozen. He looks better, he still has a bruise around his eye. His arm has a few new scars, thin and neat, like the rest. But their are no longer black bags under his eyes, his hair isn't matted with blood, his eyes aren't red. He looks better. That's enough for Regulus. He's okay. He's going to be okay.

His big brother will be okay without him.

So, without a word, regulus walks right past him and down the train. He walks straight into the furthest Carriage from his brother, scarring a bunch of first years out and curls up on the seat and cries and cries until his eyes are dry.

I never grew up, it's getting so old

Help me hold onto you

Aged 16

Regulus had had a bad day. He was sent a howler for his mother in the Great Hall because his grades had dropped a little, but he was still top of all his classes.

Sirius had tried to talk to him about it. He had to shoot him down. He walked right past him like he was a ghost, again.

He went straight to his dorm, thanking merlin that it was empty. He took his old poetry book out his trunk and took out the picture from inside of it.

It was a picture of him and sirius. Regulus was nine, sirius had just turned eleven the day before, according to the date on the back.

They were stood in the garden. Sirius had his arm around Regulus' shoulder, a wide, happy grin on his face. Regulus was smiling too. He didn't do that often now.

Narcissa took the photo. She saved it for regulus and gave him it not long after sirius left.

Now, he would look at it any time he missed his brother. Anytime he longed to curl up his arms and cry. Whenever he wanted to simply turn back time to when this photos was taken.

It was one of his last really happy memories.

Andromeda was disowned a few weeks later.

I've been the archer

Aged 15

Regulus turned the corner in the dungeons, and right infront of the common room door, leaning against the wall, was sirius.

He stood up the moment he saw Regulus, his eyes full of hope but also hurt.

"Regulus, please. Can we talk?"

Regulus stayed quiet, staring at him with no emotion. He'd lost count of the amount of times Sirius had tried to talk to him since they'd returned to school. He needed to get him to stop, for both of their sakes.

Regulus would do anything to protect his older brother, just like Sirius had for him when they were younger.

"Reg, come on. Please. I'm your brother." He pleaded desperately.

In this moment, regulus said something he would regret until he took his last breath.

"Your not my brother. Not anymore." He walked past, bumping his brothers shoulder roughly as he moved to enter the common room. He opened the door and put one foot in the passage. He turned his head to see Sirius standing frozen, looking at him with tears rolling down his cheeks. But he still had that hope in his eyes.

"Your a Potter now. A filthy. Little. Blood traitor." Regulus spat. And the hope crumpled up and died.

Regulus hated himself. But he loved Sirius. He did what he had to do.

I've been the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

Aged 17

"Your worthless." Walburga slammed the door, leaving regulus curled up on the floor, still shaking.

He lay there the rest of the night, waiting for Sirius to sneak into the room and help him into his bed, give him a drink of water and curl up with him as he sobbed, telling him stories of the things they'd do when they left. Or stories of things his friends had done.

But, deep down, regulus knew he wasn't coming. He hadn't come in years. He'd left.

Sirius was gone and regulus was left alone.

Left alone with his regret and his hurt. Alone with his demons.

He didnt think he could forgive Sirius for getting out, but he never would have forgiven him if he'd stayed.

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the hc in the fic I’m writing is that Regulus finds the weirdest things super interesting and after being quiet for five hours he goes on rants about them for at least thirty minutes

James thinks it’s adorable

Sirius calls it the Swotulus Mode

The theory...

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