#jegulus?

This time, when Remus woke up, he actually felt awake. His head was clearer, and he did not feel like he had already died. The people in the room had changed. It was his parents and James. James looked like he was relaxed. He had not seen James like that in years. It felt like a sight from the past. He loved seeing James like that; James should always look like that. Remus tries to sit up, but everything still hurts. James and Lyall helped him sit up and gave him water. Then Remus started asking questions. He was glad to know everyone was Ok. What he was not glad to hear was that he had been asleep for four days. And apparently, in those four things, a lot has happened. Right then, Barty came to the room. He looked tense, and that made Remus tense up too. Evan and Regulus came in after him as well. Evan looked upset, but Regulus was downright seething. 

Regulus was about to go off and complain about everything that just happened and plan what to do next, but he saw James Potter standing in the room. Didn’t he know he wasn’t needed anymore? He should get a hint. He was about to tell James the same, but Remus asked him what was wrong. Evan explained everything that happened in Dumbledore’s office, with Barty sprinkling in insults and his own notes. Everyone looked shocked, except Remus. Remus sadly expected something like this would happen. James Potter started spewing things about being righteous and how this was unfair and how he would talk to Dumbledore. Regulus was having none of it. He informed everyone that he had several properties around Europe, and he would be happy to move to any of them with his friends. Barty loved the idea, but Evan was skeptical. He had Pandora here and would rather figure out a way to stay in the UK. Regulus expected the most backlash from Remus. He had a life here, friends and family here, but oddly, Remus was Ok with the idea of leaving. Regulus guessed it was time to flesh out the idea.

James had always loved Regulus. Whatever they had at Hogwarts died long ago, but he still thought Regulus was smart and resourceful. He had brilliant ideas and was excellent at executing them. But Regulus was not brave; he had always been the one to run away, so it did not surprise James when he talked about going away to France and not even fighting for staying and getting the recognition he and his friends deserved. What he was not gonna let him do was take Moony with him. Remus had been estranged from them for some time now, and it was finally time to reconnect and say their apologies. Regulus can’t just take away his best friend because he feels like it. James won’t let him, but Remus looked like he wanted to go, like he was happy to leave them all. He knew Remus would be upset about everything that happened during the war, but James never guessed he would be ok leaving them moving away. He needed to tell Sirius and figure something out, or else they would be losing any chance to make up with Moony. 

Sirius was fuming. The only other time he was this angry was when they found out Peter was the traitor all along. Regulus was not gonna take his best friend away. Please and thank you. Remus and he have not been on good terms for almost two years now. That does not mean he could just up and leave. They had to resolve the fight. Remus would agree. He knows why they acted the way they did. Everything was on the line. Moony was always reasonable, so why was he being crazy right now? Why would he just leave with his stupid brother? Barging into the hospital room, Sirius realized it was just him and Moony. He opened his mouth to talk about the weather or something, but Remus beat him to it. He explained how he was moving to France with Regulus and his goons and how this would be good for them all. They all needed time away from each other without the war looming over their heads to figure out what they wanted to do with their lives. Sirius wanted to scream. He wanted to shake Remus and tell him he could do all that here, with him. Remus went on and on about how he needed a break and that this would help him work things out for himself, but all Sirius could think about was that Remus was leaving him. But that’s what Sirius did too. Sirius left Remus, too. He had no right to be angry when he left Remus in a much worse way. All he could do was sit in the hospital room and tell him to stay in touch. Maybe it will take much longer to fix the things that he broke.

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Damn, this kinda made me sad too lol. I am not that happy with this part, but I think it works well with the whole thing! Anyway, I hope you like it. Next up, France!

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CW: Swearing

It was a late September afternoon, the last of the summer warmth was slowly leaving the grounds of Hogwarts and the cool autumnal breeze was bringing in deep shades of red, yellow and orange on all the trees that surrounded the greenhouses. 

Regulus Black was alone, his outer robe and bag were discarded on a bench, his shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie was loose around his neck. He’d put his wand behind his ear and his face was deep in concentration as he sketched mandrake leaves in his workbook making sure to label all the correct parts and their uses. 

He was leaning over on a workbench surrounded by all types of magical and unusual greenery. He had always preferred to do his herbology homework this way, he didn't think you could truly capture a plant by copying someone else's sketches from a book, you had to study the living thing. 

Of course, none of his friends agreed with him, well maybe Pandora did but she had better things to do on a Saturday so here he was alone, quite frankly just how he liked it. 

His silent study was abruptly interrupted when the doors of the greenhouse swung open. 

“Now, I expect each one of those pots to be scrubbed ready for my classes on Monday,” Professor Sprout said firmly. 

Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath rubbing his hand on his temple annoyed. How dare someone get a Saturday detention when he wanted to study? He started to gather up his sketches and notes. 

“And Mr Potter….no Magic, your wand please,” she said and with that Regulus heard the doors go again. 

Well, Fuck. 

Not only had his study session been interrupted, but it had also been interrupted by the most arrogant, loud and obnoxious person at Hogwarts. There was no way he’d be able to sneak out without Potter seeing him and calling him some ridiculous nickname or teasing him about being Sirius’s baby brother. For some reason, because he was Sirius's best friend James Potter thought he had some kind of claim over Regulus, and Regulus hated it. Why couldn't it have been anyone else? He’d even take Sirius himself…

As these thoughts swirled through his head, he stepped back and carelessly knocked a watering can from a shelf behind him. It came down with a loud crash. 

Well, Fuck. 

“Hey who goes there, Demon reveal yourself” Potter shouted as he walked around the corner and came face to face with Regulus, his body still ridged from the crash. 

A big grin spread across Potter’s face he looked delighted. Regulus hated it. 

“Well if it isn’t my little Reggie, got detention too have you? What a naughty boy you are, what did you do? I promise I won’t tell Sirius,” He said walking towards him and throwing his arms around Regulus’s shoulder. 

“Me? Well, Sirius put a baby chomping cabbage in Snape’s bag, and then when he found it Snape the little bugger said it was me? And can you believe it your beloved brother let me take the fall, oh how I was wounded.” He lent back putting his hand to his forehead in a fake fainting motion.

Regulus shrugged him off, he hated being touched, his face turned to thunder and carried on packing away his things. 

“Ooo silent treatment, how very mysterious you are.” Potter looked at the sketches Regulus was throwing in his bag, and grabbed one. 

“Oh, so you are studying? Should have guessed, no way you'd ever get a Saturday detention.” Potter looked at him his grin just as big as ever. He held up the sketch. 

“Wow, Reg these are so good! Mysterious and arty, what more could a girl want?” He said fluttering his eyelashes. 

Regulus scowled and snatched the paper back, “Shove off Potter, haven’t you got pots to be scrubbing?” He snapped 

“Woah, touchy baby Black, it really does run in the family” Potter chuckled to himself. 

He then flicked his wand and the pots started to stack and the dirt on them vanished. Potter nodded his head with a satisfied grin on his face. 

Regulus rolled his eyes, “you aren’t supposed to use magic? Didn’t she confiscate your wand?” 

Potter snorted, “ah Regulus, so young, so good, so innocent. Professor Sprout took my fake wand, the one I always keep on me for this very reason.” 

“What if she checks?” Regulus didn't know why he was asking this, it’s not like he cared. 

“Well in six years of detentions no one ever has, so I doubt they’d start now” Potter replied with a sly smile. 

“Whatever” Regulus grunted as he pushed by Potter on his way to the door. 

“Leaving already? I thought we could talk, catch up like old friends do” Potter fake cried running after him. 

Regulus kept on walking forward and threw his hand back towards Potter with only two fingers on display. 

“Well now I am telling Sirius,” Potter said with laughter in his voice. 

Regulus kept walking. 

“Your sketches are really good Reg, I really meant that” Potter shouted, not following him this time. 

Regulus stopped for a moment but then carried on, pushing the greenhouse doors open. 

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