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Life this summer had been shit. With Sirius running away and his parents automatically turning to him. Their “perfect son”. Yeah, not like they have been modelling him all his life. Like they knew this would happen.
Regulus was on the train. On his way to Hogwarts for his 4th year. And crying into his friends lap.
“How long has he been like that?” Regulus heard Barty mutter.
Evan shifted from his seat to slap him then got back in his position to comfort Regulus. “Don’t be a twat. Regulus has had a bad summer.”
“I’m not. But I want a hug.”
“Stop fucking whining. Soon people are gunna think we’re bloody dating.”
“Everybody does think we’re dating.”
“But we’re not.”
“I would date you.”
“Wait, would you?”
Regulus groaned in Evan’s lap. “Shut the fuck up guys. I have a bloody headache.”
“Have you been thinking too much?” Evan said, stroking Regulus’ hair, as a way to comfort him, whilst smirking.
Regulus sat up, eyes quite bloodshot. “Yeah actually. About my brother.”
“What about?”
“That he’s a giant-“
The compartment doot slid open and a person walked in. A boy with long hair and punk rock clothes. He had three people lingering in his shadow. One with scars all over his face. One with a shifty expression. And one with glasses and a cautious grin. The Marauders.
His brother sat down next to him. “Were you about to swear Reg? And in relation to me? I haven’t done anything have I?”
Barty sniggered. “Say that again, Black, and I’ll have your throat.”
“Oi!” Remus butted in. “Normally I wouldn’t do this, but I am, I’m a Prefect, so if I were you I would shut your fucking mouth.”
“Ooooh, someone’s getting protective.” Evan mocked.
Remus went to step forward but Sirius stopped him with a smile. “Calm down Moony. I can take them.”
“Why you saying that like your going to fight us, dear older brother.” Regulus smirked.
“Because the way this is going.” Sirius said. “It sounds like it’s going to be a fight.”
“Tu n'aurais pas dû t'enfuir alors.”
“Je t'aurais emmené avec moi.”
“MAIS VOUS ? NON VOUS NE L'AVEZ PAS.”
“Reg, calme-toi.”
“VOUS N'AVEZ PAS A ME DIRE DE VOUS CALMER. LA MÈRE ET LE PÈRE SONT TERRIBLES DEPUIS QUE TU ES PARTI.”
“Que veux-tu dire?”
“ESSAYER DE M'OBTENIR POUR ÊTRE LE FILS PARFAIT. ET OUAIS J'AI MIS L'ACCENT SUR LES DEUX MOTS.”
“Reg, pouvons-nous en parler sans tout le monde ici?”
"Personne ne peut nous comprendre."
"Mais ils peuvent dire que nous nous disputons."
"Bien."
"Pour l'amour de Reg, j'essaie de m'excuser."
"Et?"
"Et quoi?"
"Il y a toujours un et ou un mais."
"Je veux te proposer de venir rester avec moi et les Potter."
"Je préfère vivre avec Barty et ça veut dire quelque chose."
« Tu n'aimes pas James ?
"Il me met mal à l'aise, je l'admets."
"Je pense que tu l'aimes."
"Oh va te faire foutre."
"Ne choisis pas mon meilleur ami, cher frère. N'importe qui sauf lui."
"Je n'allais pas-"
“STOP SPEAKING IN FUCKING FRENCH!”
Sirius and Regulus’ heads whipped into the direction of their friends. They had got so lost in their conversation that they hadn’t noticed that Sirius’ friends had gone to sit opposite and Barty had placed himself in between Reg and Evan. And was the one that just shouted.
The Black Brother’s often had a nack for falling into the habit of speaking french. They had got taught it by Walburga when they were younger, so other witches and wizards couldn’t snoop in on their conversations. Exactly the reason they were doing it now.
“Sorry.” Sirius chuckled. “Old habit, eh Reg?”
Regulus didn’t even crack a smile. “I guess.”
Sirius frowned. “Right, if your not going to budge now, I might as well leave. I am really sorry though, okay? I will make it up to you.”
Regulus turned to Evan and Barty and ignored him, so Sirius and the Marauders walked out the compartment, and back to theirs. It wasn’t until they were halfway down, that Sirius realised he had something else to say. So he sprinted down to the compartment and-
"Je ferai de toi mon frère à nouveau, ne t'inquiète pas. Je veux que tu me revienne."
"J'aimerais te voir essayer."