The Black Sisters

fifty-five

"that wasn't even funny" Sirius yelled not knowing what was going on, only hearing his brothers tired washed voice. only thinking he was tired. Man was he wrong.

3 bottles of hard liquor surrounded the two and sticking smudges were scattered on the two's faces and clothes. The floor had alcohol spilled on it and their hair looked like a hurricane had come.

Sirius rounded the stairs only to see thew disaster. Just to see his brother and cousin huddled laughing, surrounded by alcohol. The smell alone was enough to make him nauseaus.

James started to laugh quietly at the scene.

"oh fuck, oh holy fuck, shit no" Remus cursed as he saw them. Peter wanted to throw up from the smell.

"what the fuck do we do?" James asked holding in his laughter

"I have no clue.." Sirius responded his eyes glued to the two. Wondering what the hell went down in the few hours he was asleep. Darling was sat on the bench looking annoyed and tired, her tail had alcohol stuck to it and she looked very upset. peter picked the poor cat up and began to whisper and pet her.

"take them to the room of requirement?" Remus suggested. James drug the two kids to the room. The two stumbling, Sirius picked up Regulus after he tripped for the third time. Remus picked up Dorea so she didn't fall like Regulus. The two still muttered to each other their heads banged against each other as the older boys carried them, their eyes matched each others. So different yet equal. They laughed as the older boys held them and carried them to the old dusted room. To wash away their illusion of happiness and yank them by their ankles to their own reality. The reality that somehow felt more real now.

When it was only Regulus who knew of their fate he could pretend it wasn't real, he could pretend that it would never happen. He could pretend that everything was going to be okay. When it was only Regulus who suffered alone he could pretend that his parents didn't beat him, like his home life was perfect and that he didn't struggle every day to not cut himself. He'd cut himself to feel something. he needed to feel something. He needed something to fill up the numbness, he'd cut himself because he believed whenever he did anything wrong, whether that's stepping on a bug or yelling at someone he loves he deserved punishment. That's what he grew up with. He didn't deserve love, happiness, wellness even.

His head clanked against Dorea's, it'd been 2 hours since either had drank a drop of alcohol, they'd plowed through it quickly. He was slowly being released back to reality but held onto the last drops of adreneline, of hope as his conciousness returned and his giddiness faded. He passed out in Sirius' arms and soon Dorea did the same.

***

The two woke up in the room of requirement they were both on couches and a glass of water was in front of both. Sirius and Remus were sitting on the coffee table between them looking annoyed at them.

"what the hell were you two thinking?" Sirius started. The headaches in their heads growing worse, their eyesight blurry as the moved their heads.

"yeah what the hell? You're 13, honestly what went through your heads?"

"uh" was all Dorea could get out

"don't even start young lady, leaving the hospital win g? You scared us, we'd thought you'd already jumped" Remus continued

"wait what? Jumped?" she muttered sitting up her hand on her forehead and her eyes squinted "you thought I'd killed myself?"

"yeah"

"no no dude I couldn't do that to my cat"

"wow okay all you think about is your cat, not us?"