identical looking boys raised in different cultures, one born into aristocracy and wizard robes, the other into induced poverty and overly large hand-me-downs. identical looking boys with a flair for flying and a propensity for danger and mischief. identical looking boys…
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being they shrug it off and 10 being somebody’s going to die, how well do you think James or Sirius would react if they heard somebody tauntingly whispering about Remus’ scars?
I’m guessing around 15 but I could be underestimating them.
You can hire an actor with cancer whose a good actor.
You can hire an actor with cancer whose a bad actor.
I suppose you can hire an able-bodied actor whose acting is phenomenal, even though it may cause some controversy.
But why would you hire an able-bodied actor who can’t act!?
I’m sorry but I actually have a huge problem with teenagers who self-diagnose themselves as having all of these disorders and disabilities and ‘problems’ just for attention when real disabled people are struggling for the help and resources that are being used by said teenagers…
No that’s my point. I understand why self diagnosing may be necessary or some people, especially if they can’t see a doctor. But please PLEASE don’t be the person who self diagnoses themselves with a bunch of disabilities for attention. You’re adding to the problems that real people with said disabilities face.
I’m sorry but I actually have a huge problem with teenagers who self-diagnose themselves as having all of these disorders and disabilities and ‘problems’ just for attention when real disabled people are struggling for the help and resources that are being used by said teenagers who don’t really have any need for them okay there I said it.
Just a friendly little tip. If you are pushing a person in a wheelchair and you decide to stop pushing them for whatever reason, TELL THEM. Say “I’m going to let go.” Seriously, it’s hard to feel the difference when you’re in the chair and if a person isn’t aware that you are no longer in control of the wheelchair, the wheelchair may go out of control. Or at least it will go where it shouldn’t in the few seconds that it takes for the person to realize that you are no longer being pushed.
My dad once told me, “If somebody asks you to build a garden shed and you build a mansion, that’s great…but it’s not a garden shed” and I still think that it’s one of the wisest thing’s I’ve ever heard.
No but just imagine James, Sirius, and Peter being exhausted after the night of the full moon and being ridiculed by the professors as they’re trying not to fall asleep in class and being called arrogant and selfish by Snape and being told off by Lily for being lazy and they can’t tell anyone that they just spent an entire night caring for a werewolf so they remain quiet and take the scoldings like the brave boys they are.
Sirius was ~35 when he died. He spent 7 years with the Marauders in Hogwarts. That means that Sirius was only genuinely happy for 1/5 of his life.
Okay would it help if I added that the seven years that he was happy not only helped wash away the misery that he faced in the previous eleven years but also gave him enough strength to survive for twelve years in Azkaban which is pretty amazing!?
This is a little bit I like to call: I enjoy torturing starsofyoursoul even though the clock just turned midnight and I have important college stuff to do tomorrow.
A seven-year old boy shopping on his own was not completely uncommon. However, the cashier still gave him a piercing look as the boy handed him a pile of strange looking coins.
The man gruffly pushed them away and snarled, “We don’t accept play-money, kid.”
The boy blinked, looking maturely thoughtful for his age, before exclaiming, “Oops. Wrong lot.”
He swept the coins back into his wallet before producing the right amount of change. The man’s eyes still pierced the back of his head as the boy grabbed his single bag, told him to keep the change, and stumbled towards the exit.
“Hey, kid. Do you live around here?”
Sirius Black froze in his tracks, a bead of sweat trickling down his neck. He regained his composure and lied, “Yes, sir.”
The man promptly nodded and said, “Good. Wouldn’t want that to spoil. The bloody temp’s reached triple digits.”
Sirius merely nodded and raced out. It took a quarter of an hour until he finally reached the familiar row of brick townhouses. He watched as his own house appeared. He entered the main foyer, dripping with sweat.
“Master Black is making a mess!” Kreacher wailed, “Kreacher just cleaned the floors but does Master Black care!? He doesn’t! Selfish, no-good…”
Sirius ignored the house-elf’s vile rant and asked, “Where are Mother and Father?”
“Gone,” Kreacher explained.
“Gone?” Sirius repeated, “But it’s…oh, never mind. Where’s Regulus!?”
“Master Black is in his room.”
Sirius took the stairs two at a time. He thought of the cashier’s gaze. He knew that the cashier had been looking around for his parents. What the cashier didn’t know was that his parents would rather be burnt at the stake than risk being seen in a Muggle shop. Sirius knew that the item in his bag would cost him but it was worth it. It was always worth it.
He attentively knocked on his brother’s door and was alarmed when a watery voice called, “Who’s there?”
“It’s me,” Sirius whispered, entering his brother’s room, “Oh no…Reg…what happened?”
The five-year old on the bed was desperately trying not to cry. His face was red and pinched and he was taking one deep breath after another.
Regulus’ face finally crumbled as he bawled, “I went into Father’s study to see if he was hiding anything. He caught me looking through his desk…”
Regulus shivered and Sirius was able to figure out the rest.
“Where were you?” Regulus added, “You could have keep watch.”
“I should have kept watch,” Sirius miserably agreed, “I should have been there. I’m sorry, Reg.”
His entire stomach was knotted with guilt. He swallowed as he realized that he wasn’t hungry anymore. Nevertheless, he pulled the small cake from the bag and whispered, “Happy Birthday, Regulus.”
The sun baked the already-yellowing grass of the rundown playground. The slides, which had once been colorful and inviting, were now rusted and broken. A single teenager sat on the creaking swing. He anxiously rocked his legs back and forth, scuffing his dress shoes in the process. He remained alone for some time, until another teenager walked up the path, his raven-black hair blowing in the summer breeze. One pair of silver eyes met the other and Sirius Black sat down next to his brother. He was holding what appeared to be a sack of laundry in one hand and his wand in the other. Regulus made no motion to greet his brother. He swing for a few minutes more before finally digging his heels into the dirt.
The conversation was cold and stiff:
“You invited me.”
“How are you?”
Regulus sniffed and cynically replied, “Spectacular. You?”
Sirius’ mouth twitched but he didn’t reply. At long last, he lazily asked, “And how are dear old Mummy and Daddy?”
“They’ve been managing,” Regulus clipped, “Mother took a hex to your name the day after you left.”
“A day?” Sirius repeated, looking slightly disappointed, “I’m surprised that she wasn’t running to the blasted tapestry the moment I stomped out the door.”
Regulus chuckled and the brothers sat in silence for another minute or two.
Finally, Regulus thoughtfully spoke up, “If you come back…she might be able to mend the fabric.”
“Brother mine,” Sirius sighed, “Professor McGonagall will hand out sweets instead of her homework before I go back to that house.”
“Where are you staying?”
Sirius frowned and quietly asked, “Why? So that you can go back and tell Mother?”
Regulus looked hurt at the accusation as he stammered, “N…no. I just wanted to…you are staying somewhere, aren’t you?”
Sirius’ eyes softened and his tone was gentler as he said, “The Potters. They were quite keen to take me in.”
Regulus solemnly nodded.
“Speaking of which,” Sirius added, handing the sack over.
“Thanks?” Regulus wryly said, before glancing inside. The bag was filled with homemade sweets and dishes. His mouth watered as he took in the decedent scents.
“Mrs. Potter never leaves the kitchen,” Sirius chuckled, “And I reckon it’s better than the rubbish Kreacher serves.”
Regulus frowned at the remark but could not disagree.
“The Potters have a few extra guest bedrooms,” Sirius abruptly said, “And Mrs. Potter cooks like this for every meal. They have a huge pasture for Quidditch. And they’re about the nicest people that you will ever-“
“I can’t,” Regulus croaked.
Sirius’ face fell as he asked, “Why not?”
“Because,” Regulus whispered, “I’m not a Gryffindor.”
Sirius dismissively waved his hand and exclaimed, “They don’t care about that.”
He quieted as he realized what his brother was trying to say. He wasn’t brave enough to fight against their parents and break free. Then again, it took a great deal of bravery to stay in that situation.
“Well,” Regulus miserably said, “I’d best get off. Thanks for the food.”
Sirius nodded and silently stood up. He shoved his hands in his pockets, keeping his head low as he walked away. Regulus shuffled along the opposite path.
“You realize that you and I are no longer considered brothers?”
Sirius paused at Regulus’ call. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Regulus’ eyes were sparkling as he croaked, “She hexed off your name. We’re no longer brothers by blood.”
Sirius was quiet for a moment before saying, “James is my brother. So is Remus and Peter.”
Regulus flinched and muttered, “Yeah. Well, thanks.”
“What I mean is,” Sirius softly said, “You don’t have to be connected by blood to be brothers.”
A ghost of a smile spread across Regulus’ face. He swallowed and said, “Take care.”
Sirius nodded and sincerely repeated the words, “Take care.”
I’m incredibly angry because Regulus was obviously supposed to be Snape’s foil. He too was raised in the viper’s nest, made all the wrong choices, then because of selfless revelations decided to sacrifice himself to try to take down Voldemort in the most meaningful way that he…
Regulus Black is everything that Severus Snape is without all of the bad things that Severus Snape is. Why do you guys not worship Regulus?