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Regulus’ home | A Regulus Alternate Canon Imagine

Summary: Regulus finds a home in Sirius.

A small flash of light sprinted across the sky, a sign of Zeus’ arrival, an omen of weather to come, a gift of rain. A blessing. If Regulus was being honest he both loathed and loved muggy weather. It was to similar to him to be liked, but just similar enough to be called “home” of sorts.

The gray sky was suffocating, and the rain freeing and cleansing.

The gloomy boy currently sat on a train, a small suitcase and a bag accompanying him. It’d been quite some time since he’d been anywhere other than the House of Black, or Hogwarts, he felt thrilled. And terrified. Terrified of the destination that awaited him.

He only hoped that Sirius’ offer still stood, that after everything Sirius would accept him- him and his mistakes. That maybe even he would hug him, and whisper naive lies to him, that everything would be okay.

Outside the window the scenery was darkening by the minute, the air filled with electricity. The sky crying, more honest and self-aware then Regulus could ever be.

Soon the train started to slow and before long home was near.

While Sirius’ home may be the Potter’s and their lovely home, Regulus found his home to be where his dear brother was.

Just one more stop, and Regulus would reunite with his long awaited home.

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A/N: Idk what this is, I’m only posting it cause Tumblr has deleted all my other works soo...

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i think ive become spoiled:/

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