Being the sibling of “the Boy Who Lived” wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. You and Harry had been close once, but everything changed after your Hogwarts letters arrived. Harry’s fame followed him like a shadow, and you—well, you felt like just a footnote in his story.

In your third year, everything shifted. News of Sirius’ escape from Azkaban swept through the wizarding world, and it wasn’t long before you discovered he wasn’t just some dark wizard, but your godfather. Alongside that revelation came another: Sirius had a brother, Regulus, whose life was shrouded in mystery.

Sirius, for all his rebellious charm, played favorites. While both you and Harry were technically his godchildren, his attention always gravitated toward Harry. It wasn’t subtle, either. Everyone noticed, but no one dared address it aloud. That is, until you met Regulus—or Uncle Reggie, as you called him. Unlike Sirius, Regulus understood the weight of living in someone else’s shadow. Perhaps that was why he took to you so naturally.

By the time your fifth year rolled around, things at home had worsened. Your aunt and uncle, tired of raising two magical children, forbade you from returning to Hogwarts. The Order of the Phoenix staged a dramatic rescue mission to retrieve both you and Harry from Privet Drive. Once you arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place, everyone started fussing over Harry while you stood forgotten at the doorway.

“Harry! Are you alright?” Sirius exclaimed, pulling Harry into a hug while Mrs. Weasley clucked over his unruly hair. You hovered on the edge of the chaos, clutching your bag tightly. With a sigh, you turned and trudged upstairs.

When you entered your room, you were startled to see Regulus lounging by the fire, a teacup in hand. He looked up, raising an eyebrow at your disheveled state. “Here I thought I was going to wait an eternity for them to bring you back, child.” he said, setting his cup down and motioning for you to sit.