Silence
The house was eerily quiet the day after Sirius Black had ran out the front door and was blasted off the family tree. And Regulus hated it.
Regulus was used to silence; he was actually quite fond of it, but right then as he sat at the almost empty dinner table, he felt his skin itch and stomach twist. His mother sat across from him, his father off at work, and Kreacher washed the dishes in the kitchen. They did not speak a single word to each other and the air around Regulus went still and his lungs couldnât quite take in a full breath and his heart was pounding much too loud in his ears but he kept his face still and unreadable because thats how a Black was supposed to act.
But Regulus wasnât too sure he wanted to be a Black anymore. He would never say that though because he surely would have the same fate as his brother but it didnât stop the thought from running over and over and over through his mind.
âRegulus,â Walburgaâs voice rang stiffly.
âYes?â
âYou must not speak to or of that blood traitor again. You understand?â
Regulus knew who she was talking about.
âRegulus, do you understand?â she hissed, the tension in her voice rising.
âYes.â
âGood boy.â
And the silence continued, and Regulus began to notice that during times like these, quiet could be much more deafening then actual noise.
âMay I be excused?â Regulus asked, not making eye contact with his mother.
Walburga studied him hard. Then, âPut your emotions aside, Regulus. Heâs not your brother.â
âI know,â Regulus murmured. He didnât mean it. âMay I please be excused? Iâm not feeling well.â
âHe dishonored the family name. You should know the importance of that. You are royalty. You arenât dirt like those Mudbloods and blood traitors. You are much better than him.â
âI know,â Regulus replied again. He didnât mean it. âI should really go study some of those curses. To make sure I impress the Dark Lord. To make up for Sir-... for him...â
Walburga sat stiffly and her cold, icy stare bore into him. He hoped she would stop because if she continued to do that he felt maybe heâd shatter into pieces. Perhaps that wouldnât be such a bad thing...
She set down her fork she was holding and linked her hands together in front of her. âYouâre dismissed.â She said it bitterly and her lips were pursed as if she ate something sour. She didnât look as pretty as she had when Regulus was younger. Maybe it was the aging. Maybe it was all the nasty things he noticed about her. He didnât know.
âThank you,â Regulus responded and he stood from his seat, tucking his chair in quietly and rushed his way up the stairs, down the hall past Siriusâ door, and into his own room. Regulus couldnât quite look at Siriusâ door anymore. It stirred up too many emotions and he didnât want to seem weak so it was better to avoid it.
âKreacher,â croaked Regulus after he had softly shut his door.
The house elf popped into the room with a CRACK! and he looked up at Regulus with big, round eyes. âMaster Regulus called Kreacher, sir?â
Regulus didnât know why he did. He supposed he just wanted someone there to feel less lonely.
âMaster Regulus can take his time.â
âThank you, Kreacher.â
So Regulus sat atop his bed as he felt a weird chill pass through him because the only good person in the house was gone. He tried to forget how Sirius would blast muggle music as loud as he could and how he put permanent charms on posters of motorcycles and half-naked women on the walls just to upset their parents. He tried to forget how Sirius had yelled at him when Regulus didnât fight back against Walburga and Orionâs beliefs. He tried to forget how he could sometimes hear Sirius talking loudly to James Potter through that mirror he had found or when he could hear Sirius cry in the middle of the night, praying that heâd get out of that house or simply drop dead. Regulus tried to forget a lot of things but it didnât seem to be working. All it did was make the silence much more loud.
Perhaps it was for the better.
















