𝑰𝒓𝒊𝒔 {ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤 𝔸. 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤)

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 (RegulusBlack x twin!sister!reader x SiriusBlack) pt.3

PREVIOUSLY

And his heart leapt in his throat, a cold sweat coating his back as he felt himself become pale.

Something wasn't right. He felt like he was supposed to do something.. stop something..

He shook his head, getting rid of the feeling before he engaged in conversation with James and Remus.
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Y/n's POV:

"Sirius is probably studying for his NEWTS right now.." I whispered softly, combing through Regulus' long hair.

After five months here, Regulus finally agreed to let me cut his hair.

"Yeah.." he whispered back.

Silence surrounded us in the huge tent, the only sound being the scissors cutting through Regulus' hair. It had grown to his elbows because he kept putting it off. He wanted it just above his shoulders, like Sirius.

"But knowing him, he'll probably leave it for last minute. Like always." He chuckled.

I laughed,"Yeah."

I snipped away at his hair, the black locks falling to the ground.

"Y/n?" Regulus called out, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Do you.. do you regret choosing to become a death eater?" He whispered.

"Not really. I mean, it was for you-"

"But what if you got the mark first and I chickened out last minute.."

"That's not like you. You obey every command that mother says."

"So do you."

"You know mother didn't want you to become a death eater. She was so shocked when you barged in, demanding to join." He muttered.

"I know."

"She wanted you to marry as soon as you turned eighteen, to some stuck up guy."

"I knew about that too. I guess that also gave me a reason to become a death eater. I could use the excuse that I was too busy serving the Dark Lord to worry about a husband." I smirked cockily.

I put the scissors and comb down, dusting the few hairs on his shoulders off before I handed him a silver mirror.

He moved his head from side to side, smiling.

He looked at me through the mirror,"Good job, sissy."

I hummed,"Thank you."

He got off the wooden stool, wiping his hands on his black dress pants before he turned to me.

"Tomorrow." He smiled.

I nodded,"Tomorrow."

(Later that evening)

Y/n's POV:

I stared up at the ceiling from the bed I was laying in, Regulus a few feet away in his own bed, passed out.

I thought about my life. About my parents. About Sirius and what he was doing at the moment. Was he laughing with the marauders? Was he worried that his siblings seemed to vanish from the wizarding world into thin air?

I picked up the brass locket I shoved under my pillow and opened it.

Inside was a moving picture of me, Regulus and Sirius. I was seated on a comfortable velvet chair while both my brothers stood on either side of me. This was one of the rare pictures where all three of us were carefree, happy and relaxed.