Marauders one shot short stories

18 years

Hi guys, I just wanna say in advance. I'm so sorry for what's about to come. This may make you cry. I hope it makes you cry, but I mean this in a nice way, because this is going to be angsty as fuck

This is a short story from regulus's point of view.

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It's been eighteen years.

Eighteen years since I've seen the light.

Eighteen years since I've seen the sun.

My sun.

It's been eighteen years since I've seen him, James.

Oh how I miss you James.

How I miss your warm smile, the sun in your eyes.

How I miss your warmth.

This icy water surrounds my heart.

If only I could see you once more

If only my attempts to save us where not in vain.

I remain here in the water, with doomed souls floating around me.

I lost hope a long time ago my love.

I lost it all.

I hope your enjoying yourself, I really do.

I hope you finally realized you are destined to be with lily.

Wait

Wait I- i hear voices.

I rise to the top to take a look.

I see two figures.

One of them is- oh no.

"No!" I scream, but my voice is unheard.

My attempts are useless, I can't let another die in my footsteps.

I can't. I need to stop it.

I can almost get out. Im nearly there. And I'm being pulled down again.

No matter how hard I try I'll never leave, my soul will be trapped here for ever.

I'm sinking.

The silhouettes above me, disappearing slowly.

But wait. What is that. Who is that.

A body punctures the still surface.

Plummeting to the depths.

I recognize it.

I recognize him.

Could it be?

My theories are confirmed when a pair of glasses pass me by.

The same wire frame. The same jagged corners and erosions.

Faster than I have ever moved before, I climb my way to the flailing body.

He's being engulfed by the remaining souls.

I chase them away. They're scared of me, they can tell I'm the boss by now.

I can almost reach you James.

I grab your shoulders and hold you tight.

Your resisting. Why are you resisting.

"James" I say, the first words I've spoken that can be heard.

You look at me. There's fear in your eyes.
Don't be scared.

"James, it's me, regulus."

You look at me. You speak. Choking on the water.

"I'm not James."