Wolfstar!

1.) A stag- it’s part of a set with James. They got them after Sirius ran away from home. James has a grim on his side while Sirius has the stag on his back right behind his heart. The stag is a reminder that James always has Sirius’s back, the way brothers should. The stag is animated, and moves so long as James is alive, and radiates warmth when James was thinking about Sirius. That Halloween night, the stag burned, and when he checked it out later he found that the stag had laid down and was no longer moving. It hasn’t moved since that day, and has become like ice on his skin. No matter how warm the day, the stag is always cold.

2.) The constellation Leo- for his baby brother, Regulus. Sirius had to leave him behind, and that tore his heart apart, so while he went in for the stag, he also had the constellation done on the underside of his right arm. It moves as the sky does, so sometimes the constellation is upside down or flipped. The star Regulus blinks, until Regulus’s death, when the bright star dimmed.

3.) An exploding firecracker- for Lily.He always called her firecracker, claiming she had an explosive temper. The explosion looks like a lily flower, and is the same shade of red as Lily’s hair. He got it for her three months before James asked her to marry him, because Lily had become one of his best friends in the world, someone who understood what is was like to have a sibling hate you for living your own life. They often spent time together, and it was their close friendship that lead to the red head saying yes to James in the first place. Like the stag and constellation, it was animated, and keyed to Lily herself. However, upon her death, the firework still exploded, only now the lily flower is obviously dead and happens in black instead of flaming red. It’s on his left bicep.

4.) A chunk of chocolate with what looks like dog teeth marks taking bites out of it- for Remus. Due to his obsession over the sweet. Remus was confused why the others had obvious connotations with the humans they symbolized, but Remus’s was a sweet. Sirius told him it was because Remus already made his entire life about his lycanthropy and Sirius didn’t see just that part of him, he also saw the man who ate chocolate by the kilogram and wore long sweaters because he was always cold. Who scrunched his nose when he didn’t like something, but always finished it anyway because he was too polite to refuse it. The chocolate was on his chest. He never had to see the chocolate chunk disappear because he passed before Remus by falling into the veil.

5.) The Griffindor symbol- to remind himself that he forged his own path and didn’t follow his family’s. It also served to remind him of where he first made friends. It was not animated, but it held a high place of honor by being on his right side right above his hip bone.

6.) A cat with spectacles- In honor of McGonagall, who taught him more about life then anyone besides the Potter’s. He has the markings down pat, and the colors are spot on. It curls around his ankle, and on days where his anxiety and depression are overwhelming, he swears he can hear and feel it purring.

7.) A set of paw prints- to honor his transformation into Padfoot. It was an impressive feat of magic, and he was proud of his friends and himself for doing something so complex. The paw prints started on his thighs, and moved up his hip bones.

8.) A tiny set of antlers- a set of baby deer antlers were placed over his heart, in honor of Probgslet ( Harry), the antlers were spelled to grow as Harry did, a physical reminder that his best friend’s son was alive and well. By the time of his death the antlers were quite big, covering almost his entire chest.

9.) The Potter family Crest- on his ring finger of his right hand. To honor the family that actually cared about him, that had welcomed him in with no questions and defended him fiercely. It was his first tattoo, and he hid it from James and Fleamont with a glamour until his 18th birthday when after a fight with Death Eaters his glamours dropped. Both Potter men only told him he never needed to hide that again as he was their brother and son respectively, and they were proud to have him in their family.

      Sirius was sixteen when he decided he could take no more. Walburga and Orion were going to kill him. They were. Sirius was sure of it. His mother’s gaze was even colder then usual, and his father, well he had always just ignored his sons, but now Sirius could swear he had seen his father reach for his dagger that he always kept on him, only to stop right before he touched it. They were furious with him. No longer was he the silent lamb they could lead around by the rope, and force their opinions down his throat. No he was a Gryffindor, he was loud, he was opinionated. He spoke out against the dark lord, flaunted his friendships with muggle-borns and half-bloods, he proudly stated what he thought of the supposed “Dark Lord”. For every rebellion, he was beat. He was crucio’d. He was threatened with everything from disownment, to being lead before Voldemort himself for his impudence. Nothing broke Sirius’s will, made him submit to his mother’s cruel desires. Sirius’s body was in a constant state of pain, his cuts and bruises stinging and bleeding randomly throughout the day. Sirius hid how bad he was feeling. He’d give them nothing, couldn’t let them see his flinches, or how badly he was feeling with every step. There was only one thing that kept Sirius from leaving. 

      Regulus. How could he leave his baby brother with them? The tiny baby, who had been thought to weak to live, who had grown up to be a fragile toddler, who his mother had told him to protect. His baby. A tiny toddler with long black curls, who clutched Sirius’s robes and whose first word was “Siri”. Sirius had raised the boy. Had shown him how to walk quietly in the shadows, to avoid their parent’s wrath. Had taught him table manners by the age of two, so that their mother couldn’t sting his hands when he reached for the wrong fork. Sirius’s baby, who learned French and Russian, at the same time he learned English, because their mother had many French friends, and their father had Russian business partners, and it was only proper to be able to speak to their guests in a language they understood. Sirius’s baby brother who could recite the proper pure-blood etiquette word for word, and was the “proper son”, the “ proper Pure-blood”. Sirius had done everything he could to ensure his brother would never gain the wrath of his parents. Surely, now that his brother was nearly of age, surely Sirius could be selfish. Right?  

- He curses like a sailor. While he normally does it under his breathe, Sirius, Peter, and James are normally close enough to hear the filth and curses that fall out of Remus’s normally polite lips. It makes Sirius feel a certain way, one that he tries not to focus on because certain anatomical parts seem particularly fond of those lips forming those words. It’s especially bad when Remus curses Sirius out for getting injured, because Remus seems to forget what personal space is then, and is man handling Sirius’s body in order to treat the various wounds Sirius didn’t realize he had. One time Remus stripped Sirius down with one hand while using his other hand to hold Sirius’s wrists above his head. Sirius has never been so turned on and confused in his life. He’s still not sure how it was possible to have all the blood in his body rushing in opposite directions and not die.

- Remus has depression. He’s unsure if he was born with it, or if it’s a direct result of being attacked by a werewolf at four years old due to his fathers hateful views. However, he tries many things to beat back his depression. He exercises regularly, going on runs around the Hogwarts grounds with James. He tries to eat a balanced diet, but Peter likes to sneak to the kitchen for food, and the house elves are always so sad when Remus refuses their offers of sweets. So he often just accepts that he probably eats way to much sugar, but at least he tries. He keeps a meticulous diary of his emotions, and when they start to go to far down the rabbit hole that is his disease, Remus will stick close to James and Sirius, because he’s afraid that if he doesn’t, the voice he tries so hard to ignore may shout loud enough to make him do something he’ll regret, and he’s never been more grateful for his friend’s silent and unwavering support than on those dark days.

-James was shocked when Regulus approached him in the library, his typical sour expression firmly locked into place. Peter tensed beside him, but James kept his body language relaxed, and continued to work on his essay. He wasn’t afraid of Reg, and he refused to let the younger boy think he was. Regulus stopped about two feet from James and Peter, and seemed to be bracing himself for a verbal assault from the duo for having approached them. When no such attack came he stood up straight and held his head high. 

- “Potter, Pettigrew.” Regulus made eye contact with both, waiting until he received an acknowledging nod in return to their name. “I was wondering if I could speak to you alone Potter.” James finally stopped writing, and sat straight in his chair. He looked closely at the younger boy, this was Sirius’s brother, his brother’s brother. The boy looked gaunt, haunted even. His flat grey eyes ringed with heavy bags, were maintaining strong eye contact, but James could see the fear, the doubt, the acceptance that James was going to tell him to go away and never speak to him again. Instead, James set down his quill, told Peter to watch his stuff, and then motioned for Regulus to lead the way. 

- The two boys moved to a quiet corner of the library, and when Regulus stood instead of sitting, James rolled his eyes and flopped down on the seat, kicking one closer to Regulus when the stubborn idiot seemed to think that standing was still a good idea. “Oh for Merlin’s beard! Sit Down Reg! Salazar you are a stubborn arse!” Regulus sneered at the bespectacled older boy, but did take the seat. “You’re not one to talk Potter!” 

- James snorted, but didn’t deny the accusation. He was an ass sometimes, but he at least admitted it. The Black brother’s were asses if James ever saw one. With a casual looking flick of his wand he constructed a privacy shield, and a small silencing bubble around them. “So, baby snake, what’s up with this unholy meeting of ours?” Regulus looked angry at the nickname but smirked at the name James used for their spontaneous meeting. “Unholy indeed.” Regulus suddenly looked nervous and a little ashamed. “How is he?” 

-James sat up straighter, his relaxed, careless demeanor suddenly changing into that of the over protective brother he really was. “You mean after your charming parents beat him within an inch of his life? After he forced his battered and bloody body to apparate to the only safe space he had? Or do you mean after he was patched up by MY mother, and he apologized to her for dripping his blood onto her floors? You’d have to be more specific Reg!” James voice never rose in level, but as he spoke the very temperature of the space around them became colder, a clear indication of how furious James Fleamont Potter really was. 

- Regulus Black said nothing in his defense. But he also kept his head held up high. His grey eyes, so similar to Sirius’s but lacking that comforting warmth, that friendliness that made James befriend the fellow dark haired boy in the first place. “ I will not apologize for the actions of others. I have never raised my wand to my own brother. I have never harmed him.” James snorted, relaxing back into his seat, slouching down his arms crossed across his chest, his wand twirling between his long fingers. 

- “ Haven’t you? I reckon you may not have hexed, jinxed or cursed Sirius, but you’ve done your own damage to my brother. You know how worthless he feels? How many times after our little encounters, I have to pull him into a hug because all he wants is for his little brother to acknowledge him without anger or hatred marring it? How often he cries when our mother shows him the barest hint of kindness? Or when I put an arm around his shoulder to show him he’s safe and he flinches because no one ever touched him with love? Do you have any clue how often he stepped in between you and them when their anger turned to you, how often he placed himself in harms way just to keep you safe.” 

-Regulus flinched back with every accusation. His eyes widening and dulling in shame. Those cursed eyes, so much like Sirius’s but so very different at the same time, were wounded, but after James was done with his little speech, those same eyes lit up with fire. James was glad to see that, maybe Reg was finally seeing what James was getting at. 

- “I know. I Know! DAMMIT, I KNOW OKAY!! I KNOW I DON’T DESERVE A BROTHER LIKE HIM! I’M A HORRIBLE BROTHER, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO PROTECT HIM, BECAUSE HE ALWAYS PROTECTED ME. I’VE ONLY EVER CAUSED HIM PAIN, AND IT KILLS ME! HE’S DONE EVERYTHING TO MAKE SURE I DON’T END UP LIKE HIM.” 

-James cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean? “End up like him”” Regulus stopped his chest heaving, but his head snapped up in shock. “Nothing. I mean nothing.” James spun his wand up and aimed it at Regulus, as he stood slowly from his chair, and stalked forward until the wand dug in Regulus’s neck. “What did you mean by that?” James voice, while not high pitched, was definitely not a gravely growl like what had just come out of his throat. Regulus seemed realize that James wasn’t in a mood for secrets. 

- “Sirius used to pull their anger away from me. I begged him to stop, to let me take their punishments for me so that he wouldn’t be so hurt and sore all the time. He told me no. Told me that his job as an older brother was to protect me, and that one day he wasn’t going to be around to do it so I had to focus on pleasing them, even if I didn’t agree with them. He used to train me, how to act, how to present myself so that no one ever suspected of me as being anything less than a perfect son. He always acted as if he had to make sure I was trained, because he knew something I didn’t.” Regulus was crying as he spoke, but here he had to stop and let out a choked back sob. 

- “I found out a year ago by accident. They’re planning on murdering him. They were waiting for me to reach 17 before they did it. They realized that he was never going to be an heir and were plotting for him to have an accident. The night he came to you, mother lost her temper, she said she couldn’t wait anymore and she was going to end him then and there, claim that he snapped and came after her. I managed to sneak away and warn him enough that he at least had his wand, but when he escaped, mother banished him. Wiped him from the family tapestry. Sirius isn’t a Black any longer, he’s been denounced.” 

-James gaped at the younger- only Black heir. “She denounced him? Her eldest son? Are you sure she denounced him? Or did she just wipe him from the tapestry?” Regulus swallowed hard. “ She stated the next day that’s she was going to write to grandfather to have him denounced. I know she removed him from the tapestry, I saw it when I went in the room. His name and face were blasted off just like Andy’s.”

-James let a string of curses fly from his lips. How dare that vile hag try and do that to his brother. She should be the one denounced, shamed and abandoned by the Black family. All of them should be. Except for Sirius, maybe Andromeda too. She had run off with that muggle born wizard, against the family’s wishes.  Sirius’s uncle was a decent bloke too, right damn funny. He could stay. If James ever saw the hag that had birthed his brother not even his father’s warning would prevent him from hexing her with the most vile spell he could find. Maybe he could consult Moony, he knew a lot of good archaic spells. Yes Moony knew lots of good ways to punish people. And he adored Sirius, in more ways then one if James was reading those glances right.

-Regulus Arcturus Black was impressed. For a Lion, James Potter knew a lot of words that would have made even his mother impressed. Where did he learn such vile things? When the boy finally tapered off into dark mutterings about hexes and punishing “disgusting vile gags that should be thrown into the pits of Tartarus and impaled on rusty Muggle spikes” Regulus attempted to move the wand that was still digging into his throat.

- When James allowed the movement, and continued to glare and mutter about his mother, Regulus relaxed. James Potter was a good man. He was a man who saw what his family was, and despite that, had pulled the heir of a dark dark family into his circle of friends, declared them to be brothers, and just accepted that Sirius wasn’t exactly normal. He loved Sirius, completely, unabashed by the fact that they were both males, and such close friendships weren’t typical. James didn’t care. He could be seen hugging, kissing, and laying on all his friends. He truly didn’t care. As long as his friends didn’t’terribly mind he showed his affection and love as easy as breathing.

- If Regulus had to share his brother with anyone, he was glad it was James Potter. The arragont little toe rag. He was probably the only one capable of showing Sirius what it meant to be loved. Too damn stubborn to let his older brother get away with anything else. Speaking of James, the boy was finally settling down. His mutterings fewer and farther apart.

-“ Regulus?” James’s voice was quiet, but calm. Regulus looked at the boy in acknowledgement of his speaking. “They haven’t done anything to you right? Since Sirius left I mean.” Regulus wasn’t shook often, but he couldn’t stop the flush of stunned amazement on his face. Why did Potter care what they did to him? He wasn’t one of Potter’s brothers. Just a snake, a slimy little snake.

- James was watching the other boy closely. Up close, Regulus looked awful. Granted he was a Black, so pale and haunt was a semi-normal look. However, the way he was holding himself made it seem like he was hiding a pain. Especially in the torso area. And the light sheen of perspiration that was beading along his forehead said James was right to question.

- “Show me now.” Regulus snapped his eyes up to older man, but quickly shook his head. “They’ve done nothing Potter. I’m perfectly fine.” James snorted, and then using those blasted lightning fast chaser reflexes, he had backed regulus up against a wall, and had his uniform shirt lifted up to examine his torso.

-Regulus was trying to figure out how he had gotten here. Backed up against a wall, in the secluded corner of the Hogwarts’ library, with Gryffindor James Fucking Potter, molesting him in an effort to determine if Regulus was injured. And he silently cursed the taller boy, as he struggled to get his hands out of James one sterched out above his head. What was the boy, part Mountain Troll, Salazar how was he so strong? Or was Regulus really that weak? His life was awful sometimes. Thankfully Regulus used regular glamours, so none of the bruises and burns were visible to James’ probing. If only it would hide the blush that had burned across his face. Damn his body. Now was not the time, as he realized that James had placed a leg between Regulus’s own to help keep the boy pinned for his examination. Really,really not the time then.

- That relief was short lived however, as with a small twitch of his wand, James had torn the glamours off. Revealing all the bruises, the burns, the small red scars from healed injuries. James reached out to touch the bruises, which littered along his ribs. His touch firm, but not harsh, he prodded and poked the muscles and bones underneath the skin.

- “Nice glamours. Sirius liked to use them too. I know all his lovely tricks to hide bruises and injuries. Well you’ve got at least three broken ribs. And some nice infected cuts.” As he spoke, his hand started to rub against Regulus’s stomach. Small gentle circles, which had very interesting effects of Regulus’s body. On one hand it relaxed him, his body losing some of that tension that had him stiff as a board, but it also made his dick twitch with interest. Damn his anatomy!

- Apparently, Peter, has decided that James and Regulus going off alone together for a longish period of time meant trouble, because he had run off to find Remus, who had been with Sirius, and all three had run to the aid of their friend. And as the three other boys rounded the corner and into the little nook where James and Regulus were, they were greeted with an interesting sight. James was manhandling a blushing and disheveled looking Regulus, who had a battered and bruised torso on display. The three other boys stopped, stunned.

- James having heard his friends arriving, turned calm and collected towards Peter and Remus ignoring Sirius who was torn between stunned and horrified while looking at his best friend and his younger brother. “Great Pete, go fetch my bag for me please? I need my emergency kit out it. Rem, I need you to come over here and take over holding him still. You’re stronger than I am. I need him still while I treat his injuries.”

- No one moved for a second, but then Remus stepped up, sliding his hands over James where he was keeping Regulus’s hands, and shuffled so his leg was between the shorter dark haired boys’ legs. Peter ran off to fetch the required material and to grab his own bag as well. He carried a few pain potions and a small bottle of dittany since some of their pranks could get a little messy and accidents liked to happen.

- Peter returned, quickly handing James the necessary premade kit, and then handing over the extra bottles from his own bag. James rewarded the short blond boy with a large grin, and a quick “Awesome job Pete”, before cleaning out the cuts. Dittany was applied and Remus used his free hand to smother the noises that Regulus made when the solution stung his skin. Cuts were cleaned then wrapped , or covered with plasters that Remus pulled from his own pocket. When the cuts were handled, and the scars that James thought might benefit from a small amount of Dittany were treated, James picked up his wand again, set it against Regulus’s broken ribs, and cast the necessary spell to reset the bones. A small snapping sound was heard as the bones shifted and snapped together again. All the boys winced in sympathy. Sadly their adventures meant that broken bones were all to common. They knew exactly how that spell felt.

- Sirius stood there stunned as his friends set about cleaning and treating his baby brother. His baby brother who was covered in bruises and cuts and scars. His torso looked so much like Sirius’s own. Sirius felt tears start to build in his eyes. How could he have left his baby brother to those, those.... Merlin was there a word bad enough to describe them?

- At James nod, Remus removed his hand from the young Black’s mouth, and James quickly held up a potion vial from Peter’s bag so that he could drink. But Regulus refused to open his mouth. James rolled his eyes. “It’s a pain reliever. Now drink it or I’ll make you, you stubborn ass!” Regulus refused again. He wasn’t weak. He didn’t need that. He wasn’t weak.

- Sirius finally spoke. “Drink the potion Reg, he’s not kidding. He’ll force it down your throat if needed. Trust me, he’s done it damn enough times to me. It’s just a pain potion. I promise you little brother.” Regulus’s looked deeply at Sirius, but didn’t open his mouth. Sirius sighed, took the potion from James hand, and tipped a mouthful down his own throat. “See? I promise Reg. It’s not a trick.”

- Still, the younger Black refused. James apprently got impatient. So he took the potion from Sirius, slid real close to Remus and Regulus and squeezed the younger boy’s jaw hard until his mouth opened. Hooking his fingers into the boy’s mouth, James poured the rest of the potion into his mouth. Quickly he covered his mouth, pinched his nose and leaned in to whisper in Regulus’s ear. “Swallow.”

-If Regulus could have, he would have whimpered. Potter was unfair, Regulus couldn’t not follow that command. And the potion was swallowed with no more fighting. Potter gave him a smile and nodded his head feeling him swallow the potion. “Good boy.” James released Regulus’s mouth, and nose, noddd at Remus to let him go and stepped back. Regulus slid down the wall, into a boneless heap. His shirt a mess, his eyes red rimmed and his mind a confused melted puddle of sexual frustration. Why did Potter have to have that affect on him.

- Sirius joined his brother on the floor. Pulled the younger man against himself and started rocking them. Regulus was crying he realized, and immediately felt ashamed, trying to hide the evidence by wiping the proof away. But Sirius didn’t care, and the other three had settled down into their chairs. Guarding the boys on the floor from sight with their bodies if anyone should pass by. The brothers rocked on the floor both of them crying, for a couple of minutes before Sirius lifted Regulus’s head and made the boy look him in the eye.

- “I’m not letting you go back there. Not now, not ever. If Mr. and Mrs. Potter don’t want to take you in, I’ll find us a flat. You’re not going anywhere again without me. I shouldn’t have ever left you there alone with those... things! I’m so sorry little brother. I’m so so so sorry.” Regulus could do nothing but dive back into his brother’s arms. Sirius apologized to him. Sirius was going to let Regulus stay with him. He wouldn’t have to go back. He could have his big brother back. Merlin, that’s all Regulus has ever wanted. He wanted to be under Sirius’s protective arm again. To not have to fight and sneer at him. He just wanted his brother.

-“Thank you! Thank you!! I’m sorry!! I’m sorry Siri!! I’ll be better I promise!!! I’m not like them I swear! I didn’t want to do any of it! I tried to be strong but I’m not you!! Please don’t make go back to them.” Sirius’s shushed him, rocking him and muttering about how he’s not letting him go. They won’t hurt him anymore. Regulus eventually reached a point where he wasn’t crying anymore, and sat up. His eyes were blood shot but he was lighter looking. No longer haunted by his parent’s abuse and suffering alone.

- After a couple more minutes, when both brothers were decidedly more calm, James spin his chair around to face them and leaned in close. “Now that you’ve had a few minutes to let that out. Sirius Orion Potter-Black! How dare you think Mum and Dad wouldn’t accept Regulus. He’s family! Of course they’ll let him stay. Honestly!! I’ll write mum a letter tonight and let her know, so I’d expect a letter in the morning from her and dad, for each of you. Now. Regulus, you can’t go back down to the dungeons. It’s not safe and I don’t trust those people. No brother of Sirius’s is going anyway dangerous without me trying my best to protect them. So when we leave here, we’ll report to McGonagall. She’ll help us sort you out.”

-Regulus suddenly understood why Sirius was willing to trust this boy. Why he would do anything James asked him. Because James Potter was the kind of man who helped others, long before he thought of himself. Who accepted a second child from the darkest family in their world, and the only thought James had was how to protect those two boys. He adopted Sirius, and looked to be well on his way to adopting Reg as well. Sirius has stated before he would die for James. Regulus understood now, James would do anything for his friends, whether that be fighting the world, or laying down his life for them. Regulus understood now, Sirius didn’t leave him behind for just a friend, he left him for an older brother who loved and protected him. And now he was bringing Reg into that brother’s sphere.

- The five boys gathered there supplies and gear. Remus grabbed Regulus’s bag, and gently batted the boys attempts to take it himself. “No you’re injured. I’ve got it.” It was spoken softly, and with a small grin that melted caramel colored eyes. Remus Lupin was handsome, and just as kind as James. Sirius was right, his friends were amazing. James and Sirius tucked him up under their arms, which were interlaced on his shoulders. Remus took the front, his wand strategically kept in his empty hand. Peter took up the back, his own wand held tightly in his hands. James and Sirius seemed to prefer keeping their wands out of sight, but he had no doubt they were easily accessible.

- They made their way to the deputy’s headmistress office. And immediately Remus provided a password to the portrait of a Scottish guardsman. A minute later, Minerva McGonagall, dresses far more casually then normal, opened the door. She stared at the boys in front of her before stepping aside and ushering them in. “ You know where everything goes, settle down, I’ll make tea.” The four older boys made quick work of removing the outer layer of their ribs, and hanging them in the closet with their bags. Then James and Sirius steered him towards the larger couch, while Peter and Remus settles together on an arm chair. When she returned McGonagall nodded and set about serving their tea. She had to asks Regulus how he took his but otherwise the action was done in silence.

- When they all had their tea and were settled down, she looked to James, her gaze both affectionate and stern. “What did you mauraders do this time?” James and Sirius shared a look before it was apparently decided that James took the lead.

- “As the Gryffindor Prefect, it is my duty to report when I suspect a student is being abused. I am willing, as long as the other three in this room, to provide pensive memories of the bruises and scars and cuts, that I’ve witnessed on one Regulus Arcturus Black. It is my belief that this abuse is from both home and school life. I am reporting this to you as my head of house, and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.”

- The second the word “abuse” had come out of James’s mouth, Minerva was all business. The situation was explained, memories collected, and Regulus’s own recounting of the various abuse was put down on paper. Slughorn was contacted to be told that one student would be removed from his house for safety precautions, on the basis of inter house abuse. He was appalled. Two hours after they walked into her office, Regulus was given an emergency bed in Gryffindor tower.

- That night when he was tucked up in the bed, which was placed between James and Sirius’s own beds he noticed. He felt safe for the first time since he was little and had curled up in Sirius’s bed after a particularly bad nightmare. Not only was he not having to cast multiple shields and defenses to feel safe enough to sleep, but he also got his brother back. Sirius has barely taken his arm off of Regulus’s shoulders all night, and had planted no less then 10 kisses to his head. Regulus’s was like a shaking puppy, who was being given love for the first time. Remus and Peter were being so kind as well. Remus has given him an extra blanket, saying that he figured the tower might be a little cold, since Peter liked the wind from the window. Peter has immediately offered to sleep with it closed, not even a twitch of annoyance on his face as he offered. The lions den, was less scary then he thought, and more like a pack of affectionate pups.

-For the first time since Sirius Black had laid down in the Gryffindor tower dorm, he did so with a peace of mind he hadn’t realized was missing. He knew exactly how his brother was being treated and where his brother was, and could easily reach out and touch him if he wanted. Regulus hasn’t made a peep about Sirius being so affectionate, and has leaned into to every touch and kiss. Sirius was the happiest he could ever remembered. He had his three brothers, and his dearest wolf all in the same room, and they were for now, safe. Tomorrow might bring some challenges, but that was tomorrow, tonight? Tonight Sirius was happy.