Beth H (bethbethbeth) wrote in hp_beholder, @ 2010-05-10 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | beholder_2010, fic, rabastan lestrange, rabastan/regulus, rating:pg13, regulus black, slash |
FIC: "Loyalty" for magnetic_pole
Recipient: magnetic_pole
Author/Artist: alwaysasnapefan
Title: Loyalty
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rabastan Lestrange/Regulus Black
Word Count: 4,191
Warnings: None
Summary: Regulus discovers that no family is perfect.
Author's Notes: Per Rabastan's house at Hogwarts, my research found that only Bellatrix and Rodolphus were confirmed as Slytherins.
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The mansion looked very much like the home Regulus had grown up in. It had quaint but dangerous knick knacks all around, and a very loyal house-elf. The color scheme was dark—no, royal, he reminded himself—and the interior design would never show up in a picture in Witch Weekly, praised by fools. And yet, the mansion did not feel very much like the home Regulus had grown up in. It reminded him of home in that a glass bird reminded one of a bird. And both were very fragile, unmoving representations of beautiful things.
Beautiful to him, at least. Sirius had never appreciated home like Regulus had. Regulus never really understood why. Sirius was always challenging, and questioning, and expecting. He wanted nothing more than to be free, and free he had become. Regulus remembered the day Sirius had been burned off the Black Family Tapestry. He'd smiled.
It wasn't that he didn't like Sirius. Sirius was just ungrateful. They had good parents. He'd done his very best to convince the Gryffindor of that. Apparently, he had failed. But it was no great loss. Regulus had felt closer to his cousins.
He had been here before, of course. No, the Lestrange place was not new. But he had never stayed overnight before. Staring at an old Lestrange family portrait, he jumped slightly when Rodolphus, Bellatrix's husband, cleared his throat. He turned to look at the older man.
"Aren't you hungry?"
The other brother, Rabastan, was close behind, entering the landing at the top of the main staircase where they stood. "Would you like to know who is in this painting, Regulus?"
Slowly, Regulus nodded.
Rabastan waved his brother away. "We'll be there before it gets cold." He smiled at Regulus, who cautiously smiled back.