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Okay so I wanted to address a few things before we get started:
1. Sirius is the youngest marauder in this because I personally have always thought him to be younger
2. I am aware that James's parents were not Dorea and Charlus but I wanted Sirius to have a familial bond with Dorea so suck it up
3. Some ideas were heavily inspired by the author Daily. (with their permission). If you haven't checked out their Harry Potter Stories you definitely should! They are absolute masterpieces.
4. Another thing I changed, Regulus is two years younger instead of one year
Tw: Small mention of child abuse, blink and you'll miss it
That's all, enjoy!
The Noble and Ancient House of Black was feared throughout the wizarding community. They were known as the most ruthless family throughout history. Their distaste for anyone other than Pure-Bloods was common knowledge and no one dared to stand up to them.
To keep their blood ‘pure’ they married each other. It was rumored that they were responsible for multiple deaths and they were known supporters of the Dark Lord.
It was unwise to underestimate any of them. Walburga Black is unforgiving and relentless with her cruelty, often known for torturing Muggles. She would shriek at anyone who dared come near her. Her temper was one to fear.
Orion Black is cold and cruel, a rumored Death Eater. He was strict, unfaltering in his beliefs. It was rare to see any emotion on the man's face.
Bellatrix was one of the most powerful Death Eaters, never hiding the fact like many did. She has tortured and killed many for her so-called Dark Lord. The mere mention of her name had people cowering. She had two younger sisters, Andromeda and Narcissa Née Black. Andromeda was considered a disgrace in the family, for she married a Muggle-Born wizard named Ted Tonks. She did not share the same beliefs as her family, beginning to doubt them in her sixth year at Hogwarts. But that did not mean she wasn’t well adapted in the Dark Arts. Oh no oh no. While she will not go out of her way to hex you, she will do so if you were to piss her off.
Now Narcissa was a completely different case. She was not as aggressive as Bellatrix but wasn’t passive either. She held her head high, never faltering in the Blacks belief. She was a constant tormenter of many at Hogwarts, aided by her boyfriend Lucius Malfoy. She was only in her fifth year but was already well on the path of becoming a Death Eater.
The Black family was highly powerful and it was unlikely anyone could stop them. They were simply untouchable.
One thing remained a mystery to the people of the wizarding community. Orion and Walburga's children.
Walburga and Orion had two sons, Sirius and Regulus who no one knew anything about. Barley anyone had even seen them until they had to go to Hogwarts.
That was the first time the public had seen them. After that, they once again vanished like ghosts. Only seen by few in Diagon Alley or King’s Cross Station. Other than general appearances not much was known about them.
Regulus' facial structure was similar to his mother's, his hair taken after his fathers. His jet black hair hung over his eyes (idk how to describe bangs lol), but was fairly short and poofy. Like the rest of the Black family, he had pitch-black eyes, resembling the midnight sky. He was lanky, though more on the thin side.
Sirius on the other hand was almost a carbon copy of his father. The only thing slightly resembling his mother was his hair. Over the years he began to grow it out to piss his parents off (not that the public knew that). He usually wore it in a messy bun, occasionally wearing it down. His eyes, unlike the rest of the Black family, were light grey, almost like a storm.
Other than that, they were enigmas. Even to their fellow peers.
Regulus was rarely seen without his brother, sometimes with some Hufflepuffs in his year. He wasn’t popular but wasn’t a complete loner like Sirius. He had friends, mainly Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Not much was none personality-wise, although he was one of the smartest kids in his year. He seemed to be the least sinister in the Black Family, but many were still wary of him.
Now Sirius was the complete opposite of his brother. He was standoffish to most and he was rumored to have mastered the dark arts. As handsome as he was, no one dared to speak to him. He was greatly feared by most, only James Potter and some other Gryffindors seemed to be unafraid. Potter enjoyed teasing Black, but never went too far as even he seemed wary of Sirius’s potential. Black was considered to be one of the smartest students in Hogwarts, a master of non-verbal magic and his wandless magic was nothing to overlook.
Not many knew much about him, but maybe that’s because everyone was too scared to speak with him. He was one of the most powerful students. Hogwarts students cowered in fear by just his mere name. He was snide and the pure definition of a Slytherin. What is he doing now, on September 1st, 1974 at 10 a.m you ask? He’s probably torturing some Muggle or getting the Dark Mark. Let's see. Ah yes, he wasー
Trying to get his annoying little brother out of bed.
“Reg, I swear I will transfigure you into a frog if you don’t wake up soon!” Sirius’s only response was a groan and a muffled ‘five more minutes’. The teen let out an exasperated sigh, before turning away from the bedroom door. Striding down the stairs to the kitchen, Sirius decided he’d give Reg two more minutes before getting the bucket of water out.
Shaking his head, Sirius tensed as he moved through the lifeless house. Memories resurfacing, majority bad some good.
Unconsciously, Sirius hunched in on himself so he appeared small. Well smaller than he already was.
Silently he thanked his grandfather for being adamant about his parents going to some business meeting.
At least he was allowed some peace after the past couple of months of constant beatings and yellings.
Finally crossing through the threshold from the living room to the kitchen, Sirius whacked the light switch on, jumping when a crack sounded throughout the room.
Staring into cold, cruel blue eyes, Sirius stumbled back almost falling onto the ground. He blinked as fear that he refused to show rose within him.
“Kreacher.” Was all he managed to say, as he swallowed thickly. He forced himself to meet the house-elves eyes, reminding himself that Kreacher couldn't hurt him unless Walburga or Orion were there to give the direct order.
“What is Mistresses' ungrateful abomination doing in the kitchens?” Kreacher's voice was dripping with venom. Forcing back a flinch, Sirius quickly gathered his wits and responded.
“Well, I don’t know if you know this Kreacher but the kitchen is generally where food is stored and as I am human I do need to eat.”
“Mistress says yous are not permitted to eat.” Mentally sighing, it was no surprise that his mother had ordered that.
“Kreacher, I order you to let me in the kitchen.” The house-elf scowled and before he could respond audible footsteps made their way closer to the kitchen.
In an instant, Kreacher's scowl disappeared and he smirked smugly at Sirius before putting on a look of false fear.
Regulus appeared at the doorway and Kreacher rushed over to him in a skittish manner. Regulus, not expecting being greeted in such a way, was almost knocked over.
“Kreacher! What’s the matter?” He barely glanced at Sirius, fretting over the now wailing house elf.
“Oh thank Merlin yous come Master Regulus! The abomination was calling me all sorts of names and was about to hit me!” Sirius was about to argue but shook his head tiredly knowing there was no point.
“Don’t call him that Kreacher” The younger Black spoke while comforting the sobbing house elf. “I’ll talk to Sirius but you should go now.” The house-elf straightened and nodded. He sent a smug look towards Sirius, one that Regulus missed, before disappearing.
Regulus looked at his brother, words of anger already forming.
“Why did you do that?” It saddened Sirius that he didn’t even bother asking if it was true but Reg was always fond of Kreacher so it wasn’t exactly a surprise.
“Reg.” It was a clear warning not to continue this conversation.
“What, Sirius? Please explain to me why you are such an ass to a creature that only lives to serve us?” Tone passive-aggressive, Regulus stared at his older brother coldly.
“Leave it.” Was all he said, turning and starting to take some eggs out of the fridge.
“Why, so you can dodge the question like you always do.” Regulus snorted, crossing his arms and huffing in annoyance.
Sirius grimaced, guilt trickling through him. It was true, he stopped denying the accusations shot his way as he grew tired of the repeated argument they had. He learned a while ago that no matter what he said, his little brother never seemed to believe him.
You see, when Sirius first went to Hogwarts, Regulus was awfully lonely. The younger Black brother was not allowed to go play with the other kids and he remembered Sirius specifically telling him to try and stay out of trouble while he was gone. Not wanting to disappoint his older brother, he obeyed and tried to find ways to occupy himself.
Eventually, he found a friend in Kreacher and was fiercely protective of him ever since.
Unaware of Sirius’s thoughts, Regulus continued. “I don’t understand why you are so mean to him anyway! What did he ever do to you?”
Sirius bit his lip, not wanting to answer. He didn’t want to tell his brother the horrible truth to that question.
Regulus was about to continue but stopped dead in his tracks upon making eye contact with Sirius.
The pleading, tired, almost pained look in his eye was enough to make Regulus swallow down his remark.
After all, he didn’t want to cause Sirius any more stress and pain then he was already in.
Regulus wasn’t blind, he knew the sacrifices Sirius makes for him. He knows that his parents purposefully target Sirius as they were unable to target Regulus.
So instead of arguing further, his anger deflated and he said nothing as he made his way to the dining table.
All was silent as Sirius made breakfast, and even more so when they were eating. Soon, Regulus left to go get ready while Sirius, who was already ready, waited with their luggage.
Once Regulus was ready he descended down the stairs, feeling slightly guilty. Sirius looked up at him once he was at his side.
“You ready?” Was all he said as he shrank the luggage. He pocketed his own before handing Regulus his. Wordlessly the younger of the two nodded and took his luggage.
After a moment of hesitation, Regulus slowly took Sirius’s hand in his own, squeezing it gently as a silent apology for almost starting an argument so early. Sirius squeezed back reassuringly, sending him a small tired smile.
With that, the two Apparated away to Kings Cross Station.