#thesiriusmoon Regulus black love

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Whatever you do, do NOT imagine Regulus Black always waiting for Sirius to come home from wherever he is. Out playing quidditch. Seeing friends. Getting drunk. He’d always sit himself by the window when it was time for him to come home because he was the only person he felt safe with at home.

Then one day Sirius mentions he’s going to James’, and every night for a few days Regulus waited for him to come back. But weeks passed, then months, and he knew he wasn’t coming back. Yet he sat by the window, the only thing keeping him there was hope and love for his big brother.

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THERE’S SO MUCH REGULUS SLANDER ON MY TIKTOK FYP CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHY ⁉️

Like I love Regulus, and there’s literally nothing canon about him other than he believed what his parents told him about Sirius and that he was a death eater. BUT, I’m not excusing death eaters here- but seeing how Sirius was ab*sed... Regulus was his brother... and would have faced the same things. Just because he was a Slytherin, it doesn’t mean he was exempt from his parents harming him. Sirius says in the books that Regulus was “soft” meaning it would be easy for him to submit to his parents if it meant he wouldn’t be harmed, it was his survival tactic. Then when Sirius left home, he was all alone and probably felt like he had to do something to keep himself alive, because he didn’t have somewhere to go like Sirius did. I believe that Regulus got the mark just to show his parents they could *trust* him, because at the age of 18 he literally gave up his life so Voldemort could be defeated later on. He was a child, and vulnerable. His intentions, seeing as he was 18 and very young, were clear from the start. He was ambitious (why he’s in Slytherin) and carried out his plan until the end. He must have felt so let down seeing as no one around him wanted him, but he continued to do the right thing. I seriously don’t see the downsides to Regulus. Sirius only saw him at home, so of course he wouldn’t know the *whole* story as to why Regulus had the mark. Regulus getting the mark was a form of ab*se from his family. It wasn’t just because of Kreacher and it’s funny when people say that because he didn’t die for his elf or *turn* because of him. Right from the start he wanted Voldemort dead just as much as Sirius did because he was the root of their parents ab*se on him and his brother. Regulus fought even when he had no one by his side. He died because of his morals which were in favour of defeating Voldemort because he was NOT a blood supremacist unlike Snape and Draco who both actively were horrible people. Anyways, if you read this please give me some feedback because I’d love to read them.

P.S People may say “oh like Draco.” No. Not like Draco. Draco actively CHOSE to be a blood supremacist and obviously enjoyed it seeing how he treated Hermoine. Draco was also loved and well looked after by his parents.

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Sirius Orion Black loved his little brother.

He was older than him. From the moment Sirius was old enough to realise what an ‘older brother’ was, he fully committed to it in a heartbeat. He promised the young child who took his toys and followed him around the house that he’d be the best big brother until the day he died.

He protected him. Telling his little brother bedtime stories when the thunder outside roared ferociously and the lightning cracked through the dark clouds. Stepping in front of his little brother when a glass vase shattered during a game of hide and seek, and taking the blame himself. No one was allowed to hurt his little brother.

He taught him. Holding his hand he encouraged and cheered for his little brother when it came to riding a broom for the very first time. Sirius sang quiet songs to his little brother to slowly push him into the muggle side of the world, in hope his love would defeat their parents hatred. He would hate for them to trick his little brother into becoming one of their puppets.

He played with him. Together they built forts that were hidden away in the loft of their parents house so they could be free together, just for a little while. They sealed their lips during the *quiet game* when Sirius knew their parents were in worse moods than normal, meaning the children were having to walk on thin ice. This way, his oblivious little brother was still having fun while Sirius kept him out of harms way.

He missed him. When Sirius left Grimmauld Place for the first time to go to Hogwarts, he swore that every two days he would send pictures and letters to his little brother as a reminder that he wasn’t far away. He’d never be far away. He couldn’t ever imagine parting from his little brother.

He was separated from him. Sirius looked into the longing filled eyes of his little brother’s as the boy walked to the opposite end of the hall away from him, to join the Slytherins that cheered loudly for his arrival. Though his little brother wasn’t a Gryffindor, he was proud of him for doing so well. He knew his little brother was brave anyways.

He shared everything with him. When Sirius began growing into himself, he told his little brother every single detail. Everything about the werewolf he had fallen for, his best friend with the messy hair, the twitchy boy that made incredible hot chocolate, and the pretty red head he loved to tease. He made sure that his little brother felt that he was part of all the fun too, no matter how far they may be drifting apart.

He smiled for him. Every time Sirius saw his little brother at the end of the Great Hall laughing along with his little friends he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell. Despite always replacing the faces of the Slytherins with his own, because he wanted to make his little brother happy. How he wished it were him...

He was soft on him. Sirius would never dare hit a bludger towards his little brother during a match no matter how competitive he could be. He was too scared that his little brother would fall off his broom and scrape his knee. From locking eyes a few feet away, the joyous look on his little brothers face after catching the snitch would later help him to produce a patronus. The patronus that took shape of his little brothers stuffed dog named snuffles.

He was proud of him. It wasn’t easy living in Grimmauld Place. The bangs, the screams, the cries. Sirius was so proud of his little brother for being so strong. Their previous time together became less frequent, but on the rare occasion he would find a lump lying under a blanket at the end of his bed, a story book resting beside him. Sirius would stare at the peaceful boy wishing he would be in that state forever. All he ever wanted was peace, not only for him, but for his little brother especially, he shouldn’t have to grow up like this.

He knew better than him. His little brother was smart, but had too big a heart to see past their parents cruelty. Sirius hated his parents, while his little brother wished they would change. He knew that neither of them would survive much longer if they were to both stay in this house... himself specifically. Without him there to look over his little brother, anything could happen. The thought terrified him whenever he looked his little brothers way. Though every time they locked eyes, Sirius would get a comforting smile for his little brother, assuring him everything will be alright.

He left him. The day Sirius left Grimmauld Place, his little brother stood at the bottom of the stairs watching him with tears in his eyes. For days before that, Sirius was forced to hear his brothers cries in the night after bringing up his plan to leave, he couldn’t believe he was going through with it. It was the most painful thing to listen to, his little brother shouldn’t have to cry. But Sirius had made up his mind, he had to go, and he would never be coming back. He tried to take his little brother with him, but the younger boy was too afraid of their parents coming for both of them... so at least one of them had to stay to ensure the safety of the other, no matter what it took. That was the day Sirius realised his little brothers loyalty. His little brother hadn’t stayed in Grimmauld Place for himself, but for his older brother. So Sirius could flee without anyone coming to look for him, and that he could finally live in serenity.

He cried for him. Not a day in the Potters house went by where Sirius didn’t think about his little brother. Wishing he were able to come too. He would have read him a story, built him a fort, and played hide and seek, no matter how old they were becoming. Instead he stared out of the window of his newly decorated bedroom daydreaming of his little brother arriving at the front door with a suitcase in hand. They could have been a happy little family, his little brother would have fit in perfectly. The Potters would have loved his wit, his jokes, and his heart.

He failed him. Sirius thought his little brother was soft, and that’s why he cared so much. What hurt the most about his little brother getting the dark mark was that Sirius had let him down. He failed in guiding his little brother towards the light, and instead had let him be dragged into the darkness by their evil parents. He felt responsible for the fact that he didn’t kidnap his little brother and take him with him on his journey to a new life. But his little brother was tough, he was smart, he knew exactly what he was doing, and by all means he would achieve his goal no matter what the sacrifice.

He watched him from a far. Sirius was ashamed. He left his little brother in a house that no one should ever have to live in. He knew what went on in their, and yet, he fled alone. The only times he was able to speak to his little brother by himself was at nighttime, under the stars they called their own. The soft glow of the moon shone down on them, and connected the two for the last time until Sirius eventually left Hogwarts.

He’d never forget him. When the news broke that his little brother was dead, Sirius fell to his knees. He couldn’t breath. The little boy he grew up with, treasured, and cared for more than anything in the world, was gone. No goodbye, no warning, no nothing. For the rest of his life he’d reminisce only the happiest memories with his little brother, ones where they both smiled and laughed with each other. There were only a handful of pictures of the two boys that truly showed how they felt when around one another. His little brother looked up to him as if the brightest star had fallen from the sky, and Sirius looked down at him with only the warmest of smiles. They were all he had left of his little brother.

Sirius Orion Black loved his little brother, and his little brother loved him too.