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The Second Turncoat Heir [Harry Potter]
Title: The Second Turncoat Heir
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: "gunpoint indoctrination" (for 31_days_exchnge); Sirius discovers that Regulus is a Death Eater
Characters/Pairings: Regulus Black, Sirius Black
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 179
The Second Turncoat Heir
He pulled his arm close to his body when Sirius made a swipe for it.
"Doesn't matter," Sirius shrugged. "You want to hide something that dark and nasty, you need to wear heavier shirts. I can see it right through that one."
Regulus looked down at his left arm and saw, with horror, that his older brother was right. He recovered quickly. "I don't care. I'm not embarrassed to support him."
"Oh really. Why're you hiding it, then?"
Regulus turned with a snarl. "You don't know what it's like, after you left. I'd have to support him, or I'd--"
"You'd what?" Sirius blinked once slowly, daring Regulus to interrupt him. "Be disowned?" Humor danced on all the edges of the elder brother's voice.
Regulus, struck speechless, could only stare as Sirius shrugged and walked away. He somehow knew he wouldn't be seeing Sirius again, at least not as a brother, though perhaps as an enemy.
Sirius-- simple, simple Sirius still just did not get it. He'd used up the House of Black's share of turncoat heirs. For Regulus, it was the Dark Lord or his life.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: "gunpoint indoctrination" (for 31_days_exchnge); Sirius discovers that Regulus is a Death Eater
Characters/Pairings: Regulus Black, Sirius Black
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 179
The Second Turncoat Heir
He pulled his arm close to his body when Sirius made a swipe for it.
"Doesn't matter," Sirius shrugged. "You want to hide something that dark and nasty, you need to wear heavier shirts. I can see it right through that one."
Regulus looked down at his left arm and saw, with horror, that his older brother was right. He recovered quickly. "I don't care. I'm not embarrassed to support him."
"Oh really. Why're you hiding it, then?"
Regulus turned with a snarl. "You don't know what it's like, after you left. I'd have to support him, or I'd--"
"You'd what?" Sirius blinked once slowly, daring Regulus to interrupt him. "Be disowned?" Humor danced on all the edges of the elder brother's voice.
Regulus, struck speechless, could only stare as Sirius shrugged and walked away. He somehow knew he wouldn't be seeing Sirius again, at least not as a brother, though perhaps as an enemy.
Sirius-- simple, simple Sirius still just did not get it. He'd used up the House of Black's share of turncoat heirs. For Regulus, it was the Dark Lord or his life.