Shimmering beautiful (and when I break it's in a million pieces)

All I need is you next to me

Title from Mary's song by Taylor swift

A/N: comments and likes are very much appreciated! (And needed, I'm like tinkerbell if she lived off of comments instead of children believing in fairies)

Grimmauld Place. Thursday, July 15th, 1976. 6:25 am

Regulus was awoken by a loud, furious scream.

"Where is he? Where did that filthy scum go?" Walburgas voice vibrated throughout the house, sinking into the walls of his room and into his eardrums. He always loved being woken up like this, peacefully and quietly in his room, with no shrill voice ripping into his eardrums.

Regulus shot up in his bed, his heart beating furiously in his chest. What the fuck?

His mother burst into his room at that moment, throwing the door open so violently it slammed against the wall, vibrating in its place.

"Mother, what happened?" Regulus asked in concern, swinging his legs to the floor.

His mother pointed her wand at him, ignoring his question and yelled, "Legilimus!"

Memories of the day before flooded his mind, the disastrous lunch and Sirius' screams. He clenched his teeth, his fingers curling into fists hidden by the covers, going against every instinct ingrained in him and not throwing up his occlumency shields, knowing that it would anger his mother enough to crucio him. He didn't want to suffer the same fate as his idiotic brother.

The last memory of him going to the bathroom at around midnight faded into darkness and he opened his eyes, meeting his mother's maddened ones. Her hair was uncharacteristically messy and wild on top of her head, not dissimilar to his cousin Bellatrix.

"What happened, mother?" He repeated calmly, hiding his shaking hands in the covers.

"The filthy blood traitor is gone! Have you anything to do with this?" she shrieked, her voice stabbing sharply at his brain, her wand shaking in anger.

What? Sirius is gone? How the hell did he manage to do that? Something nagged in the back of his head but he ignored it, focusing on diffusing the situation.

"You have looked into my memories, mother, you know I would never help a filthy mudblood-loving, Gryffindor homosexual scum like him, nor will I ever betray your trust by going against your wishes," he spat, burying the surge of relief that bloomed in his chest. "I hope he's dead wherever he absconded to, at least in death he can no longer disgrace this noble family." He couldn't help but notice the way his mouth wrapped unpleasantly around the words. Lies.

They weren't lies though, Sirius' last outings with them had made them the laughing stock of the more powerful wizarding families such as the Malfoys and the Nott's, the other families too busy sucking up to them to leech off of their power, their voices dripping in sweet venom, their faces contorted in smiles that lacked everything a smile should have.

During their last two outings without Sirius, several high-ranking pureblood individuals approached his father, extending hushed condolences and well-wishes for their heir who lost his way, his father's stiff posture hardening until Regulus was certain he would turn into a rock in front of their very eyes. He let out a forced laugh, spewing something back, Walburga's loud cackles vibrating in the room no matter how large it was, her fingers twitching towards her wand.

His mother lowered said wand unsuspectingly and her face mellowed at the thought of Sirius dead. Regulus' stomach flipped sickeningly.

"Admirably said, Regulus," she nodded, turning on her heel and leaving his room, the door still wide open.