every girl wants an older brother until you consider the fact that your older brother can also be a dumb misogynist who would laugh at you for being a feminist and wouldn't even bother understanding you because he thinks you're younger than him plus a girl and hence his ego cannot handle learning something from you.
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Just bored in the particular way Hogwarts became bored on long evenings when the corridors stretched lazy and gold beneath torchlight and everyone had already exhausted the usual entertainment of hexing each other, sneaking alcohol into tea flasks, starting arguments in common rooms, and attempting murder via exploding snap.
The Gryffindors drifted through the corridor like a badly supervised parade.
James Potter walked backwards in front of everyone, wand spinning between his fingers. “I’m telling you right now,” he announced dramatically, “if somebody doesn’t invent a new form of entertainment in the next ten minutes, I’m going to throw myself off the Astronomy Tower.”
“You said that yesterday,” Lily Evans replied.
“And the day before,” Marlene McKinnon added.
“And then you stopped halfway down the stairs because you remembered you had crisps in your pocket,” Mary Macdonald said.
“I stand by my principles.”
“You don’t have principles,” Fabian Prewett snorted.
“Or survival instincts,” Gideon added.
Peter Pettigrew laughed too hard at that, nearly tripping over Frank Longbottom’s foot.
Frank caught him by the shoulder automatically. “Careful.”
“I’m dying of boredom,” Peter moaned.
“Tragic,” Remus Lupin said dryly from where he walked beside Sirius Black.
Sirius had one hand shoved into his pocket and looked halfway asleep already. “We could go start a fight.”
“With who?” Alice Fortescue asked.
Sirius shrugged. “Anyone.”
“That’s not an activity,” Lily sighed.
“It absolutely is.”
Then—
Noise.
Faint at first.
A rhythmic pounding somewhere down the corridor.
Everyone slowed.
James frowned. “What the fuck is that?”
Another beat echoed through the stone.
Fast.
Sharp.
Alive.
Not footsteps.
Music.
Mary’s eyes widened. “Wait.”
The sound rolled again — drums this time, unmistakable now, rattling through the empty corridor walls.
Fabian immediately perked up. “Oh now hold on.”
“That’s sick,” Marlene muttered.
The whole group started following the sound almost instinctively, conversation dying off the closer they got.
The beat became clearer.
Complicated.
Quick.
Impossible, honestly.
Not random banging — actual drumming. Skilled enough that even through thick stone walls they could hear precision in it.
Then singing joined it.
James blinked. “No fucking way.”
Sirius frowned harder now, recognising the voice before anyone else did.
The classroom door was cracked open slightly.
Light spilled through the gap.
The drums rolled again.
Fast enough it barely sounded human.
The Gryffindors crowded silently near the doorway before peering inside—
—and collectively forgot how to function.
Regulus Black sat behind a full drum kit near the back of the empty classroom, entirely oblivious.
No robes.
No stupid perfect Slytherin uniform.
Just a massive dark hoodie hanging off one shoulder, tiny shorts exposing long pale legs beneath the stool, black trainers tapping rapid-fire against the pedals.
A pen sat tucked behind his ear.
His curls were a mess.
And he was good.
Not casually good.
Not “oh he plays a little” good.
Disgustingly good.
His wrists moved lightning-fast across the kit, sticks spinning between his fingers effortlessly while the rhythm twisted playful and complicated and sharp through the room.
Barty, Evan, Pandora and Dorcas weren’t there.
Just Regulus.
Completely alone.
Completely in his element.
And smiling.
Not the cold pureblood smirk everyone knew.
This grin was loose.
Cocky.
Bright.
He hit another impossible fill across the drums before singing, “I know you see— somehow the world will change for me—”
James physically grabbed the doorframe.
“Oh my fucking god.”
Regulus kept going smoothly, voice rich and bright and effortless. “And be so wonderful— live life, breathe air—”
Mary slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Why is he hot?” she whispered violently.
“THIS is why he disappears all the time?” Fabian hissed.
“No because actually what the fuck,” Gideon breathed.
Lily stared openly now. “He wrote this?”
“He definitely wrote this,” Remus said quietly, watching Regulus with genuine shock.
Because it was obvious.
The confidence.
The familiarity.
The way he played like the song lived in his bloodstream already.
Regulus leaned into the next lines with a grin, shoulders moving with the rhythm.
“I know somehow we're gonna get there— and feel so wonderful—”
The drums exploded louder.
Peter looked awestruck. “He’s mental.”
Frank crossed his arms slowly, staring. “He’s brilliant.”
Sirius hadn’t spoken.
Which, honestly, terrified everyone more than if he had.
Because Sirius was staring at his younger brother like he’d just discovered an entirely different person living under his skin.
Regulus flicked a drumstick into the air and caught it without missing a beat.
Marlene made a wounded noise.
“Oh fuck off.”
Alice laughed breathlessly. “No literally why is this attractive?”
“Everything he’s doing is attractive,” Mary said immediately.
James pointed accusingly. “The pen behind the ear is criminal.”
“It’s the shorts,” Fabian declared.
“It’s the confidence,” Lily corrected.
“It’s the legs,” Gideon argued.
“It’s the fact he knows he’s good,” Marlene shot back.
Regulus sang louder now, voice lifting effortlessly.
“I will make you change your mind— these things happen all the time—”
The grin on his face turned teasing.
Playful.
Like he was performing for an invisible crowd only he could see.
“And it’s all real— I’m telling you just how I feel—”
“Oh he KNOWS he sounds good,” Fabian whispered.
“Shamelessly,” Gideon agreed.
James was losing his mind. “Why is Regulus Black secretly a rockstar?”
“Shut up,” Sirius muttered automatically, though he sounded distracted.
Then Regulus suddenly belted—
“So wake up the members of my nation, it’s your time to be—”
Every single person in the doorway jumped.
Because holy shit.
His voice filled the classroom completely.
Not delicate.
Not soft.
Big.
Controlled.
Bright enough to rattle the windows.
“There’s no chance unless you take one and the time to see—”
The drums crashed beneath the lyrics while Regulus laughed breathlessly halfway through the line like he was enjoying himself too much to stay composed.
“The brighter side of every situation, some things are meant to be—”
Lily stared in horror. “I think I’m obsessed with him.”
“You and everyone else,” Mary said weakly.
“So give me your best and leave the rest to me—”
The final line came out almost cocky.
A challenge.
Regulus pointed one drumstick dramatically at absolutely nobody before spinning back into another insane fill.
James made a strangled noise. “I can’t even dislike him properly anymore.”
“You barely disliked him before,” Remus said.
“That’s slander.”
“Not really.”
Regulus pushed hair out of his face with the back of his wrist without stopping once.
Sweat dampened the collar of his hoodie.
His legs bounced rapidly with the pedals.
Sirius finally spoke again, quieter now.
“He’s been playing since he was eight.”
Everyone looked at him.
Sirius kept staring into the room. “Wouldn’t shut up about drums for two years straight.”
There was something almost offended in his voice now.
Like he couldn’t believe Regulus had hidden this.
Inside the classroom, Regulus leaned into the next verse smoothly.
“I know it’s time— to raise the hand that draws the line—”
Marlene groaned softly. “He’s literally flirting with the song.”
“He’s flirting with the air,” Alice corrected.
“And be so wonderful— golden sunshine—”
“Oh fuck OFF,” Fabian whispered dramatically, clutching his chest.
“I know somehow it’s gonna be mine— and feel so wonderful—”
Regulus laughed again during the line, hitting the cymbals harder.
His whole body moved with the rhythm.
Loose.
Alive.
Nothing like the stiff composed Slytherin prince everyone knew.
“Show me what you can become— there’s a dream in everyone—”
Frank blinked slowly. “This is genuinely really good.”
“No shit,” Peter said.
“And it’s all real— I’m telling you just how I feel—”
Then again—
“So wake up the members of my nation, it’s your time to be—”
James leaned heavily against the wall. “I’m being psychologically damaged.”
“There’s no chance unless you take one and the time to see—”
Lily laughed helplessly. “He’s having the time of his life.”
“The brighter side of every situation, some things are meant to be—”
Regulus flashed another sharp grin.
“So give me your best and leave the rest to me—”
The drums thundered.
Fast.
Impossible.
Sirius actually barked out a startled laugh under his breath when Regulus spun both sticks between his fingers before slamming straight back into rhythm.
“That little show-off.”
There it was.
Sibling affection buried under layers of irritation.
Remus noticed immediately and smirked faintly.
Regulus sang louder still.
“Leave it all to me—”
His head tipped back slightly.
“So make it right—”
Another crashing fill.
“And see it through—”
The grin returned, wicked and bright.
“You know won’t be free until you—”
Then the entire room exploded again.
“So wake up the members of my nation, it’s your time to be—”
Mary grabbed Lily’s arm hard enough to hurt.
“I get it now.”
“There’s no chance unless you take one and the time to see—”
“I KNOW,” Lily hissed back.
“The brighter side of every situation, some things are meant to be—”
Fabian looked genuinely emotional. “I’d let him ruin my life.”
“Get in line,” Gideon said immediately.
“So give me your best and leave the rest to me—”
Regulus hit the final chorus harder and harder, curls bouncing into his eyes now.
“Leave it all to me, leave it all to me, just leave it all to me—”
One final crash.
One final impossible drum fill.
And silence.
The ringing aftermath hung in the room.
Regulus froze for half a second behind the kit, breathing hard, still smiling to himself faintly.
Then—
Outside the door, eleven Gryffindors stood in absolute shock.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
James looked spiritually altered.
Mary looked like she’d seen God.
Fabian and Gideon both appeared seconds away from proposing marriage.
Lily still had a hand over her mouth.
Frank looked genuinely impressed.
Peter looked stunned into another dimension.
Marlene was staring openly.
Alice blinked slowly like she needed to reboot entirely.
Remus just looked deeply entertained.
And Sirius—
Sirius stared at his brother with an expression so complicated it practically cracked open the corridor walls.
Finally, James whispered hoarsely,
“What the fuck.”
The final crash of the drums still hadn’t fully died out.
It lingered in the stone like an afterimage—vibrating through the walls, through ribs, through the air itself.
Then it broke.
Not musically.
Socially.
James made a noise first. Something between a laugh and a choke. “No. No, I refuse. That was not real. That was— that was like— illegal levels of talent.”
Mary was already pacing in a tight circle. “Why is he hiding that? Why is he just casually sitting there like he’s not— like he’s not absolutely insane—”
Fabian slapped Gideon’s arm. “I’m telling you, I’ve never been this emotionally violated by a performance.”
“You’re being dramatic,” Gideon said instantly.
“I’M being dramatic?” Fabian pointed at the classroom door. “That was Regulus Black doing jazz-drumming-whatever-the-fuck sorcery and singing like he owns the sky.”
Lily was still frozen. “He wrote that.”
“That’s the worst part,” Marlene added faintly. “It sounded like something people would sell their souls for.”
Peter looked like he was recalculating every opinion he’d ever had. “I think I need to lie down.”
Frank, meanwhile, just nodded slowly. “Yeah. That was… genuinely professional.”
Alice let out a shaky laugh. “Professional? That was criminally good.”
Remus adjusted his sleeve, eyes still on the door. “We’re all reacting like this and Sirius hasn’t even—”
“I know,” James said, turning slowly.
Because Sirius was staring.
Still.
Like his brain had stopped buffering halfway through reality.
Then—
A sound from inside.
A faint shift.
A chair scraping.
Regulus had heard them.
Sirius sighed through his nose. “You lot are loud as hell.”
The classroom door opened.
And Regulus Black stood there like he hadn’t just rearranged everyone’s internal organs five minutes ago.
Same hoodie.
Same shorts.
Same pen still tucked behind his ear.
Calm.
Completely unbothered.
He looked at them all in silence for a beat.
Then, mildly: “Were you all standing there the whole time?”
Dead silence.
James immediately stepped forward like he couldn’t physically stop himself. “We need answers.”
Regulus blinked. “About what.”
“That,” Mary said, pointing dramatically past him into the classroom. “THE DRUMS. THE SINGING. THE— whatever the hell that was.”
“Oh,” Regulus said, like he’d forgotten it existed. “That.”
Sirius exhaled slowly. “Don’t get smug.”
“I’m not smug,” Regulus replied, flat. Then, after a pause, slightly smug anyway: “You just look shocked.”
Fabian practically shoved himself into the doorway. “You’ve been doing that for YEARS?!”
Regulus shrugged once. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Gideon echoed. “That’s it? Just yeah?”
“It’s not complicated,” Regulus said simply, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe.
Lily stared at him. “That was not ‘not complicated.’ That was… a full breakdown of reality.”
He tilted his head slightly. “I’ve written a few songs.”
“A FEW?” Peter squeaked.
Regulus glanced at him like that number wasn’t dramatic enough to comment on. “Multiple.”
Marlene let out a slow breath. “He’s just casually a musician. That’s insane.”
Frank crossed his arms. “Have you entered competitions or something?”
Regulus nodded. “Yeah. A few.”
James practically snapped forward again. “A FEW? Name them.”
Regulus blinked, then sighed like he was being mildly inconvenienced by remembering his own achievements.
“Won a regional youth composition award when I was fourteen,” he said. “Then a national instrumental category thing at sixteen. Also did a BBC young talent showcase thing once.”
Alice shook her head. “He’s saying that like it’s nothing.”
Regulus continued, unfazed. “Got offered a recording deal after that.”
The corridor collectively paused.
Even Sirius shifted slightly.
James went very still. “What.”
Regulus pointed vaguely down the hall like it wasn’t important. “EP. Early recording stuff. I didn’t finish it.”
“WHY NOT?” Mary exploded.
Regulus shrugged again. “Didn’t feel like it at the time.”
Marlene grabbed her own hair lightly. “You didn’t feel like… a RECORD DEAL?”
“It wasn’t urgent,” he said.
Sirius finally cut in, flatly: “He’s always been like this.”
James turned on him. “You KNEW?”
Sirius exhaled through his nose. “I knew he did music. Not everything.”
Regulus glanced at Sirius briefly, then away again.
Remus watched the exchange carefully but didn’t interrupt.
Then James pointed again, voice rising. “Okay— okay, no, back up. WHO offered you a record deal?”
Regulus hesitated.
Then: “A team associated with Dave Grohl.”
The silence that followed was violent.
Fabian physically staggered. “NO HE DIDN’T JUST SAY—”
“FOOOOCH,” Gideon said, sounding like his soul had left his body.
Lily whispered, “Dave Grohl? Like… actual Dave Grohl?”
Regulus nodded once. “Yeah. It was through a producer who worked with him on side stuff. I wrote him a bunch of letters first, I was a fan.”
Peter looked faint. “You… wrote letters… to Dave Grohl.”
Regulus frowned slightly. “Yeah?”
Mary pressed a hand to her chest. “This is too much information for one afternoon.”
Then James, somehow louder than before: “AND YOU JUST— DIDN’T DO IT?”
Regulus leaned back slightly. “Didn’t finish it. I was still in school.”
Sirius muttered, “He also hates attention.”
Regulus shot him a look. “I don’t hate it.”
“You avoid it like it owes you money,” Sirius replied.
Regulus ignored him and continued, like the conversation was still on track in his head. “I still do small commissions sometimes. TV stuff, mostly.”
Lily blinked. “TV?”
Regulus nodded.
Fabian immediately grabbed Gideon’s shoulder again. “He’s saying this like he’s talking about homework.”
Then—
Regulus added casually, “The song you just heard is for a show.”
Everyone froze again.
James slowly lowered his hand. “What show.”
Regulus paused like he was deciding how much damage to cause.
Then: “A new American one. Teen comedy thing. They wanted a theme track.”
Silence.
Mary whispered, “He’s joking.”
Regulus wasn’t joking.
Lily narrowed her eyes. “No way.”
“It’s called iCarly,” he added.
That was it.
Fabian made a sound like he’d been spiritually punched.
Gideon whispered, “That’s not even real.”
Peter looked genuinely distressed. “That sounds fake.”
“It’s real,” Regulus said simply. “They liked the demo. I get credit, and I’ll perform it at premieres and stuff.”
James slowly rubbed his face. “You’re going to America.”
“Apparently,” Regulus said, like this was a weather forecast.
Marlene stared at him. “You’re going to be on red carpets.”
“I think so.”
Alice laughed once, disbelieving. “He’s just casually becoming famous.”
Regulus shrugged again. “It’s just work.”
Sirius finally spoke, quieter this time. “You didn’t tell me the show name.”
Regulus glanced at him. “Didn’t think it mattered.”
Sirius exhaled through a laugh that wasn’t really a laugh. “Of course you didn’t.”
James looked between them all like his brain was melting. “So let me get this straight. Regulus Black—”
“Don’t,” Sirius warned automatically.
“—is secretly a prodigy musician, has won national competitions, got offered a record deal by people who work with Dave Grohl, and is now writing theme music for American TV and flying to premieres like it’s nothing?”
Regulus tilted his head. “Basically.”
Silence again.
Longer this time.
Then Fabian, quietly, almost reverently: “I feel like I should apologise for every opinion I’ve ever had about him.”
Gideon nodded slowly. “Yeah. Same.”
Lily didn’t take her eyes off Regulus. “I need to sit down.”
Mary already had her hands over her face. “I’m never recovering from this.”
And Sirius—Sirius just stared at his brother like he’d just realised there was an entire world Regulus had been living in without ever once bothering to explain it.
Regulus, meanwhile, adjusted the pen behind his ear like nothing had happened.
Like he hadn’t just changed the atmosphere of the entire castle in under five minutes.
Then, casually:
“Anyway. Are you lot done yelling or is there more?”
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Get serious about the guy I'm dating. (Deal with all the highs and lows of a first real relationship, learn how to trust again)
Heal my relationship with physical touch that my pig of a boss screwed me up on for years.
Become an atheist.
Realize I'm bi.
Deal with the pressure of my relationship being incredibly secret and private because I'm terrified of my parents finding out (I'm waiting to go no contact)
Figure out I'm demisexual and just how insane that experience is.
Become even more deeply committed to this guy.
Experience truly unconditional love for the first time. (Honestly really helps me love myself for the first time too)
On two year anniversary he proposes. I'm fuckin THRILLED (My sisters don't approve of him, so I never mention him, they don't even know about the engagement)
Less then three months into our engagement he gets incredibly sick, ICU for weeks, blood infection, multiple strokes, heart attack, heart surgery then rehab. (He dies 4 times)
All while I continue to drive an hour to see him, spending the night in the hospital as often as I can for two months.
I become fast friends with my sister in law, just to have her ignore me the second my fiance is ok.
Become closer with his mom then my own. (Never knew he before this)
Meanwhile I'm still pretending to love my parents, go to church (because they demand it etc)
Tensions are tight with my sisters, we rarely talk (they are moving to Colorado in a year, I won't be)
Meanwhile the fiance is picking himself up and talking about us getting a place together (renting from sister in law who ignores me) and im
EXCITED
NERVOUS
the idea of supporting him physically and financially is scary, and I've lost my own personal support structure.
It's all good but I'm scared of balancing my new exciting life with my old one, essentially being torn in two, and my heart aches for someone to talk to (in time I'll bother him about things more, but he's not ready)
