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The Archer (Regulus' Version) Part Two

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Song: The Archer by Taylor Swift

Characters: Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Walburga Black, mentions of Narcissa Black and Andromeda Black

Warning: hurting someone you love, implications of child abuse, self hate

Easy they come, easy they go

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

Aged 15

"You aren't to talk to him, Regulus. He is no longer your brother. He's just as bad as those Potters." Walburga warned her son, just as he was boarding the scarlet steam train to leave for the next term at hogwarts.

He had to listen. He didn't want to, but he had to. To protect not only himself but, more importantly, protect him.

"Regulus. I've been so worried, are you okay!? Did they hurt you?" Sirius asks, checking regulus for fresh injuries, the moment he see him on the train. Regulus stands onfront of him for a moment, frozen. He looks better, he still has a bruise around his eye. His arm has a few new scars, thin and neat, like the rest. But their are no longer black bags under his eyes, his hair isn't matted with blood, his eyes aren't red. He looks better. That's enough for Regulus. He's okay. He's going to be okay.

His big brother will be okay without him.

So, without a word, regulus walks right past him and down the train. He walks straight into the furthest Carriage from his brother, scarring a bunch of first years out and curls up on the seat and cries and cries until his eyes are dry.

I never grew up, it's getting so old

Help me hold onto you

Aged 16

Regulus had had a bad day. He was sent a howler for his mother in the Great Hall because his grades had dropped a little, but he was still top of all his classes.

Sirius had tried to talk to him about it. He had to shoot him down. He walked right past him like he was a ghost, again.

He went straight to his dorm, thanking merlin that it was empty. He took his old poetry book out his trunk and took out the picture from inside of it.

It was a picture of him and sirius. Regulus was nine, sirius had just turned eleven the day before, according to the date on the back.

They were stood in the garden. Sirius had his arm around Regulus' shoulder, a wide, happy grin on his face. Regulus was smiling too. He didn't do that often now.

Narcissa took the photo. She saved it for regulus and gave him it not long after sirius left.

Now, he would look at it any time he missed his brother. Anytime he longed to curl up his arms and cry. Whenever he wanted to simply turn back time to when this photos was taken.

It was one of his last really happy memories.

Andromeda was disowned a few weeks later.

I've been the archer

Aged 15

Regulus turned the corner in the dungeons, and right infront of the common room door, leaning against the wall, was sirius.

He stood up the moment he saw Regulus, his eyes full of hope but also hurt.

"Regulus, please. Can we talk?"

Regulus stayed quiet, staring at him with no emotion. He'd lost count of the amount of times Sirius had tried to talk to him since they'd returned to school. He needed to get him to stop, for both of their sakes.

Regulus would do anything to protect his older brother, just like Sirius had for him when they were younger.

"Reg, come on. Please. I'm your brother." He pleaded desperately.

In this moment, regulus said something he would regret until he took his last breath.

"Your not my brother. Not anymore." He walked past, bumping his brothers shoulder roughly as he moved to enter the common room. He opened the door and put one foot in the passage. He turned his head to see Sirius standing frozen, looking at him with tears rolling down his cheeks. But he still had that hope in his eyes.

"Your a Potter now. A filthy. Little. Blood traitor." Regulus spat. And the hope crumpled up and died.

Regulus hated himself. But he loved Sirius. He did what he had to do.

I've been the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

Aged 17

"Your worthless." Walburga slammed the door, leaving regulus curled up on the floor, still shaking.

He lay there the rest of the night, waiting for Sirius to sneak into the room and help him into his bed, give him a drink of water and curl up with him as he sobbed, telling him stories of the things they'd do when they left. Or stories of things his friends had done.

But, deep down, regulus knew he wasn't coming. He hadn't come in years. He'd left.

Sirius was gone and regulus was left alone.

Left alone with his regret and his hurt. Alone with his demons.

He didnt think he could forgive Sirius for getting out, but he never would have forgiven him if he'd stayed.

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Percy: This date is boring

Annabeth: it's not a date, percy.

Percy: then why did u invite me?

Annabeth: I didn't. I told u "do not come with me, I'm just going shopping" and you started ranting about being your own independent person and "I don't even listen to the gods why would I listen to you?"

Percy: oh yeah...sor- OMG BLUE COOKIES!!!

Hear Me

A poem about being the scapegoat of a narcissistic mother

You say "I'll do better"

We say "I believe you"

You say "I'm trying my best"

We say "I believe you."

You say "I'm doing better this time."

We say "I believe you."

You say "I'm going through alot right now."

They say "we believe you."

I say "I know, me too."

You say "were a team"

We say "I believe you"

You say "it's not my fault."

They say "I believe you."

I say "it's not ours either."

You say "yous aren't making it any easier."

They say "I'm sorry"

I say "it's not any easier on us."

You say "You don't know what it's like."

They say "I'm sorry."

I say "but I do."

You say "Leave it, it makes me feel better."

They say "I'm sorry."

I say "I don't want to pick up the pieces again."

You say "I don't see you dad's helping us."

They say "We hate them."

I say "You taught us to lie to him, he doesn't know how bad its gotten."

You say "Everyone's against us."

They say "we hate them."

I say "for good reason.

Then we argue. We argue. And we argue again.

You say "If you hate it here so much, go live with your dads."

They say "no, we hate them."

I say "fine." I pack my bags.

We argue a last time...

You say "your being dramatic. Just come home."

I say "I'm done."

Now, we haven't spoken in a year.

You say "Your sister hates me."

They say "we hate her."

What I say doesn't matter, cause you don't let them hear me.

Part 1/3 -The Marauders

Valkeries Skittles

Q: What five things make you happy?

Remus: "chocolate and...ummm sirius I guess...but don't tell him he'll get a big head. Books, David Bowie and... hogwarts. It was the first place I ever felt consistently happy."

Peter: "I love chess, I'm really good at it. I love my friends too, all of them. I've known James and Marlene and Barty as long as I can remember but I love Lily and Remus and the rest of them just as much. Sirius too I suppose. Oooo Christmas and slumber partys with the girls. And quidditch, I don't play but I'm always happy when I watch."

Sirius: "Music. Bowie and Queen and all the greats yk. And my motorbike. The Potters always make me happy. They've done so much for me. Regulus makes me happy too. He was the only thing at one point. And Remus too obviously. He's my everything."

James: "Regulus makes me so happy. Everything about him. His hair and his eyes, their so pretty. Their grey and blue and silver and there's a little green too...........*rambles about regulus for ages* so that's one. My family, my mum, dad and my brother, Sirius. OH! And my friends. Remus, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary and the rest of them. Quidditch makes me happy too. Especially when I'm playing with my friends and Regulus or Sirius. And for my final one, making other people laugh so...pranks."

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