Regulus had most certainly not snuck his way into Hogwarts. Regulus had also most certainly not broken into his older brother's office at Hogwarts. He had also most certainly not conjured up two wine glasses, one full and one empty, on the desk in the office. That would be incredibly silly of him to do. Any normal person would have just sent a letter. A letter that was some thirty years too late, probably, but a letter all the same. But then again, Regulus had hidden for thirty years and most certainly wasn't a normal person. So instead of writing a letter, he'd broken into his brother's place of work and was now in his brother's office chair, reclined back with a glass of red wine. Sirius would hopefully show up soon, because it'd be a shame for Regulus to finish the bottle of wine on his own. Now wouldn't that be an adventure...
Post by SIRIUS ORION BLACK on Dec 16, 2016 3:28:39 GMT -6
The big black dog rounded the corner and settled on a very quick pace towards..something. The castle was huge and normally, professor Black would stroll around as a human being but he was feeling extremely happy today. The reason for this happiness was still unknown but here he was, snaking through students. Most of the them had already gotten used to the fact that if they saw a huge black dog, it probably was professor Black, lurking about. Sirius had done his scaring first years for the day and was at this very moment heading towards his own office. He wanted to do some work done before going over to Remus and bothering him. He had to fulfill his best friend duties after all.
Padfoot was nearing his office when suddenly a scent made him halt in his tracks. He froze. That very same scent reminded him of his parents house. It was the scent that reminded him of the strict rules, the pureblooded mania that was his parents. It was death. It was all those memories that Sirius didn't want to remember. The dog transformed back to a man and the deep frown that decorated his face would remain as he took out his wand. Hogwarts was a safe place where students were safe and if someone threatened it, Sirius would not hesitate to protect it. He would not hesitate to protect his son or his nephew or Remus. Even if Remus was able to protect himself but still.
Sirius Black approached the door slowly. It was slightly open and Sirius Black, his wand pointing straight at the intruder pushed the heavy wooden door more open.
The sight that unfolded made the color from his face disappear. He forgot to inhale air into his head. The only thing he could hear was the rapid beating of his own heart and the thoughts that went through his head. This was either a very tasteless prank or this person had somehow acquired his baby brother's hair and mixed it with polyjuice potion. Or then this was a prank, a very cruel prank.
That man was not Regulus. No.
Sirius Black had come to terms long time ago that his baby brother was dead. He had come to terms with the fact that he had failed as an older brother and not protected Regulus from their parents. The two of them had gone in their separate ways and all throughout the First War, Sirius knew that it had been too late for Regulus to come back and when he had heard about the death of Regulus, Sirius had lost a big part of him.
" I'm going to count to three and you're going to reveal who you really are." Sirius Black spat. " You think this is funny? Impersonating a dead person?"
When the door opened more fully, the first thing Regulus saw was his brother's wand. This was going so well already. Sighing, he put his wine glass back on the desk in front of him and got to his feet. If Sirius did try to do anything, at least then he wouldn't be trapped in a chair, but Regulus seriously hoped it didn't come to that. He wasn't in the mood to try and calm his very explosive brother down from murdering him for real.
"Put your wand down, Sirius," he said calmly. "I'm actually me, and I can explain everything." That would probably not get him anywhere, but then at least he could say that he had tried.
It was strange to see his brother again after so long. They had both done so much growing up. Perhaps he should have revealed himself sooner, but there had never felt like the right moment. Directly after the first war, his brother had been in prison, and then the second war had broken out before he could muster up the courage to do anything. Coming out of hiding then would have most certainly led to his death. And then... then it'd been so long and he'd been so scared that it'd been too long.
Regulus had never been one for his bravery, despite what several of his actions might have suggested about him, but he would stand bravely in front of the last living member of his immediate family now and make him believe.