TW: Mentions of abuse (not in detail)
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"Shit," I muttered, bringing Regulus inside my house.
I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs, neither of us speaking. I had no idea what happened, and my heart was pounding in my chest as I brought him into the bathroom.
"Sit down," I instructed, helping him sit on the closed toilet seat.
"Meredith-"
I shook my head, "Not now."
I cast a silencing spell over the bathroom before grabbing the first aid kit from underneath the sink. It was filled with various potions and salves, but I didn't know the extent of his injuries.
"What the hell happened?" I asked, not looking at Regulus. I got a washcloth and wet it with warm water.
Regulus leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut.
"My mother happened," He muttered.
I stood between his legs and tilted his chin towards me to get a better look at him.
In the bright light of the bathroom, I could see the full extent of his injuries. His nose had stopped bleeding, and there was dried blood down his chin. He had a cut on his forehead, a dark bruise blooming.
I ran the washcloth over his face, cleaning over the dried blood and what looked like dirt.
Regulus winced in pain as I ran the washcloth over the cut on his forehead.
"I know," I whispered, "I'm sorry."
His eyes fluttered shut again as I ran my finger over the fresh bruise on his forehead.
"My mother," Regulus winced, "Was in a bad mood tonight."
I stared at him, taking in his state of vulnerability. "How come?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.
"She wants me to get engaged."
I went silent, waiting for him to continue.
"I said no. She didn't like that," Regulus explained. "She gave me a whole list of girls that were "pure", and I said no."
Regulus's eyes opened, and he stared at me.
I turned away, setting the washcloth on the counter. I rummaged through the first aid kit, looking for something to clean his cuts with.
"Why'd she want you to get engaged now?"
Regulus watched me as I opened the rubbing alcohol and poured it onto cotton pads.
"As a power move," Regulus answered. "My dad's sick, the Healers said he won't make it to the end of the year."
I stopped, dropping my hands to my side.
"I-, I didn't know that."
"Most people don't. She wants to keep it a secret-, said it would slander the family name."
I stood between his legs, resting my hand on the side of his face. I cleaned the cut on his forehead. Regulus winced in pain, gripping my waist to steady himself.
I frowned at him, starting to worry if this was the extent of his injuries or if there was more.
Regulus smirked at me.
"What?" I questioned, continuing to clean out the wound above his eyebrow.
"You're cute when you're worried," Regulus said, looking up at me.
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The Art of Dying - R. Black
FanfictionMeredith McKinnon. Younger sister of Marlene, Head Girl, Gryffindor beater. Regulus Black. Sole heir of the Black's, Head Boy, Slytherin quidditch captain, Death Eater. As Head Boy and Girl, Meredith and Regulus are forced to be civil with each ot...