en-dessous de la lune qui chante

When his head goes underwater, Regulus thinks of the first time he ever saw his brother disobey their parents. He was four, and he’d broken a vase, and his parents wanted Sirius to be the one to stripe the lashes onto his skin. Sirius wouldn’t do it.

Five-year-old Sirius Black puffed out his chest and held closed fists to his hips. From behind him, Regulus thought the shape he made in those ill-fitting Black Family robes looked an awful lot like the big, ornate shields on the suits of armor downstairs. He looked like a hero of legend, like a mythic god from the old storybooks Mother charmed to read themselves aloud at bedtime.

“I won’t hurt Reggie,” he proclaimed, “I love Reggie.”



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the brothers Black reunite beyond the veil.