TW: gore descriptions and mental health issues

You’re Regulus.

Sirius had ran away from your abusive mother Walburga yesterday, let me explain, Sirius is your older brother by two years and is the only member in the Black family to be sorted into Gryffindor, his mother, Walburga, hated that and when he started rebelling she beat him, you were forced to watch or you’d be beaten too, he thought you were the golden child but you just didn’t want to end up hurt and broken, too late, you were definitely scared emotionally and physically and now broken, mentally. Sirius had run away when you needed him most.

He ignored you at Hogwarts and made things longer or took different routes just to avoid you. Sirius had been living with his best friend James, he was obnoxious and basically Sirius’ personality except he wasn’t constantly having girls throw themselves at him.

Walburga blamed you for every minor inconvenience in her life and best you for it, even going as far as using crucio on you a few times, you became cold, trust issues, Asexual, and closed of, you only told your two best friends, Barty and Evan about your home life, they didn’t have great ones either, Evan’s parents just didn’t care and Barty’s parents were the most religious and uptight people ever even though Barty was secretly covered in tattoos and piercings. They didn’t need to know that.

You were lying on your bedroom floor, you were in too much pain to move, you had crucio used on you for 10 minutes and also had the crap beaten out of you, you had wounds that would definitely scar, you were covered in your own blood and so was the ground you were laying on, you didn’t flinch, didn’t complain didn’t make a sound just lied test with your eyes closed.

You heard your window open and close but you didn’t have the strength to see what happened, you didn’t know it was your older brother, Sirius and his best friend James under the invisibility cloak to grab some things Sirius forgot but they both ditched the invisibility cloak the moment they saw you sprawled out on the floor and bloody, Sirius gasped.

The golden Slytherin child like this? Helpless? Sirius didn’t think Walburga would lay a hand on her ‘perfect son’, the cold and snarky one that always hung out with Barty and Evan. Like this? His own brother? The one who watched him get beaten with a stoic look on his face? Oh how the tables had turned.

James was just shocked to see you like this, that was the last thing he’s expected, he had to tell the other Marauders, their names were Remus and Peter. Remus was the brains while Peter was the helper, they were known as the Marauders. You didn’t know they were there, you didn’t care who was there, you were in too much pain to open your eyes, you could hear mumbling, they were looking down at you, standing at your feet.

James: “Is that Regulus? Is he conscious? What’s going on?”

Sirius: “No bloody way, that’s him, ‘the great one’. The one people say they wish I was more like.” Sirius couldn’t help himself.

They were mumbling, barley a whisper while looking down on the bloody and beaten you, the invisibility cloak laid on the floor behind them.