Poly-Marauders Torture Hell

[rab]

TIMELINE: 2 mo after Find Out Pregs. Relatively soon after getting Remus to return from being a TRASH HUSBAND. Bun In Oven about 3mo along.

Regulus finds out about the plan before he knows he's even supposed to be involved. He finds out when he overhears Bellatrix talking about it and his blood runs cold. He slips away quiet and hidden to send off a panicked owl with what information he can give without being incriminated.

S.

Do not go home tonight. B going there. Will be V. BAD. Safe elsewhere.

R.

Each emphasized word is underlined twice.

He barely gets it sent off and goes back among the others when Bellatrix slings an arm around his shoulder and asks him if he's excited to go on the mission. He forces a smile at her, but he feels like he's going to vomit. It's easy to get there though, easy to get to the flat with Bellatrix's...methods. They're left waiting for Sirius to return home and Regulus is only barely not shaking. Bellatrix is draped over an armchair like this is a social call, leg hanging over the arm of it. Regulus is standing nervously behind it and looking at the door every so often.

"You know he's not going to change his mind," said soft. They're not wearing their masks tonight.

There's a silence before Bellatrix's voice slithers out from her perch where he can't see her. Her knife smile is in his mind. "That's not the point, darling cousin."

(Regulus isn't religious, obviously, but what he does now is something very like praying.)

WARNINGS: torture, violence, Mean Things Being Said, Bellatrix Lestrange.

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[effingsirius]

"You'd already tried that. It hadn't worked."

But sometimes he wonders if maybe Bellatrix isn't more paranoid than her master. She's something else, after all. He almost doesn't bat an eye, when Regulus confesses he might've killed her. Almost.

"I'm glad you didn't," he tells him quietly, "Would've been even more cross with you if you'd put yourself into more danger for my sake. Reg, you tried to warn me. You kept her from killing me and you helped with the pain and you didn't Obliviate me. Merlin knows what else you've been up to or were up to that night-- Did y'do something with her Cruciatus, too?-- That's plenty. You did more than enough, and I'm okay."

Or at least he's going to be.

"So please try-- not t'feel so guilty."

[rab]

"It's a war on, if you've forgotten. We're all in danger." But there's no fire behind it and he just breathes out slow and grounding, looking at Sirius with something indescribable flitting across his expression. He hadn't known if that had actually worked or if Sirius had just been that angry.

"A shielding charm," he finally admitted, "I couldn't do enough that it bounced off entirely, but I couldn't just let it happen without doing anything." His breath shakes. "I couldn't do anything else. But if I hadn't, she wouldn't have wanted to escalate and--"

His eyes are bright, full of tears that he's not quite shedding. He still blames himself, that much is clear.

"I'll try."

He means it.

[effingsirius]

"I know. 's why I said more danger, Reg, don't pretend y'didn't notice." And there's affection even in the quiet criticism.

The admission gets him smiling softly, squeezing his hand.

"Thank you," he murmurs, and he means it wholeheartedly, "Even if it made her-- do all of the rest, later, thank you for then. It was-- so much."

His voice fails him, then, because he can't talk about it still. He's certain Regulus knows, anyways.

"Do. 'm still here thanks to you, and I'm grateful for that, no matter-- what it entailed."

[rab]

"I did. Doesn't matter." Soft. "I'm glad I could finally...put her off in the end."

He's quiet for a long time then, watching Sirius' face. Then he shifts, curling against him like he used to when they were children. His arms are around him, clutching tight at his shirt, and he closes his eyes, still not speaking.

Finally: "I'm home now."

Not just here. Home.

[effingsirius]

"You did," he affirms quietly, "Thank you."

He'll repeat the quiet words of gratitude as much as he's allowed. He'll absolutely pull Regulus in for a hug, resting his head briefly against his brother's hair. There's a soft smile on his face, even if he feels absurdly like he wants to cry, at the same time.

"That's right." There's a lump in his throat as he says it. His voice quiets all the more, when he murmurs, "I love you, Reggie."

[rab]

Regulus doesn't speak. He doesn't speak because he's crying quietly. He tries not to make any noise at all but it's difficult, and Sirius has always known the shake to his shoulders. "I love you too," he mumbles, barely audible. "I wish I was--stronger. About staying out of things."

[effingsirius]

"Hey."

His voice is soft as he shifts back just enough to try to make eye contact with Regulus, one hand lifting slowly to try to brush at the tears.

"'s not your fault, Reg. Y'shouldn't've had to have been put in a position where you had to be strong."

[rab]

"We were both put into that position. You left and I... Merlin, I thought I'd be fine. I didn't know people were being hurt. But then they were and I couldn't get out."

It's eating at him. "I wish... I wish I could take it all back, sometimes. But what if no one figured out what I did? What if he just... kept going? I'm trying to tell myself that."

[effingsirius]

"I doubt-- anyone of us would've thought it. Who would have? Y'said no one else on his side did, either, yeah?"

It hurts, and it's shaky, but it's a truth they need to both accept. That doesn't stop him from letting his thumb brush fondly against his brother's cheek.

"Y'needed to-- be there to figure this out. It never would've been over, otherwise. It sucks that it-- had t'be you, and had t'be for so long, but-- Y'did a good thing, Reg. It's-- worth it, I think."