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No one absolutely no one could have prepared regulus for what he was about to do. This is harder than the actual fucking torture he has been put through. This, this was going to brake him and he knew it the second he made the decision.
As regulus stood begging and pleading to every god and deity he fucking know for his brothers life. His god awful mother was grinning and had an amused glint in her eyes as she tortured her firstborn son, her heir. And regulus was forced to fucking watch it was sickening. She had never taken it this far but he watched as his brothers blood dyed the rug in the drawing room a deep crimson he knew what he had to do.
He had to get Siri out of here. He was too pure to keep living here. He was the brightest star, he deserved to get out. Sirius was good. Regulus was not he was never good enough for anyone. He was only a nuisance. He was never anyone deserving of love. Sirius though he was loved by so many people he had found happiness and he deserved it. So by the time Walburga decided she was done with Siri he had made his decision. He was going to get him out for good and if that meant that he got tortured three times as much than so fucking be it because Siri already had happiness and love, and regulus had always be cold and empty but he could do this one thing for his brother.
The second the bitch left he was on his knees beside him. The after shocks of the cursiatis racked through his already to small frame and small whimpers echoed through the room. And there was blood so much fucking blood that he couldn’t see where it was coming from. “Reg…”
It was almost inaudible but he could hear it and it made his cold heart freeze a little more.
“Yeah Siri I’m here.” He whispered. He knew what he would have to do but that made it worse. He would have to get his brother out and make him hate him at the same time, so the only option is to stun him and shove him through the floo.
“Stupefy.”
He gazed at siris limp body with a odd sense of detachment he knows it will hit him at some point probably in the form of a massive brake down but that doesn’t matter right now was dose matter is getting Siri out and fast. His eyes dart around the room for siris wand and his leather jacket. He spots them on opposite sides of the room so as quickly and quietly as he can he collects them, puts the wand in his brothers pocket and puts the jacket oh him. He grabs a handful of floo powder and gets Sirius ready to be pushed through.
“Im so sorry Siri I’m so sorry I couldn’t help but I can now.”
And with that he calls out the potter manor and shoved his brother in the neon green flames.
And then the angry screams of both his “parents” are climbing up the stairs. But he couldn’t care less he got him out and that was all that mattered a hour or two of crucio and other varying dark curses was nothing compared to watching the brightest star burn out under the scrutiny of their parents.