war and peace

One summer morning, Sirius woke up very early, feeling a little groggy in his head.He stared blankly at the black gold-rimmed velvet ceiling for a while, before slowly regaining consciousness.There is also a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix today - when thinking of this, Sirius only felt his head hurt even more.

Logically speaking, this is difficult to understand.As a person who has squatted innocently in Azkaban for more than ten years and has not gone mad, Sirius can already proudly claim that his willpower is first-class.Even the dementors couldn't make him succumb, what could be more terrifying than that in this world?

At this moment, there was a soft sound on the door panel. "Master Sirius, Kreacher has prepared breakfast, please get up and eat." The voice was respectful, and one could imagine the situation of the house elf bowing to the floor through that tone.

"Understood." Sirius rolled his eyes that no one could see.Here comes something scarier than a dementor—oh, it shouldn't be described as a thing, it should be a house-elf scarier than a dementor.Of course, apart from being a little ugly (Merlin testified, all house-elves look like this), Klee has almost no problems-hardworking and hardworking, even the old love behind his back or in front of him. Is there a more qualified house-elf than the bad-speaking habit?

But the question is whether this sudden gentle temper is good or not!

Sirius thought bitterly.Growing up, he was the most unpopular person in the Black family, even Kreacher treated him the same way.So even though he had been back from Azkaban for two or three years, he still couldn't get used to its attitude.

But when I think about it, almost no one can compete with a house elf in cooking or cleaning a house.Sirius has never had this kind of ability, and he can cook some food, but if he is allowed to live alone at 12 Grimmauld Place, even if the house will not become a haunted house, it will never be bright and clean.So after the initial surprise and later verification, he can only enjoy this treatment honestly.

Sirius got up, washed up, and went downstairs.Just like Kreacher said, it made breakfast, and it looked very rich and delicious.Sirius had no appetite, and wanted to get up after eating two pieces of toast.But before he left the table, Kreacher stood on the only way he had to go upstairs, holding a dinner plate in his hand: "Madam said, Master Sirius, please go up and see Master Regulus."

This is the second person who gave Sirius a headache.A portrait of his mother hung in the hall, which he generally avoided passing.Because their mother and son basically hated each other, he used to make her yell at him.Fortunately, she stopped scolding him, but she started talking to him in different ways or using Kreacher's dictation for one purpose and reason: he is the only person in this family who can move freely, that is to say, the only person in the family. The one who can make Regulus—mother's favorite and house-elf's favorite young master—be obedient, eat and drink medicine, because Kreacher can't force his master to do things.

If it was something else, Sirius probably would have yelled back long ago.But now facing Kreacher's big eyes shining with water, he could only helplessly take the silver dinner plate.Although Regulus joined the Death Eaters before, his current serious injury and poisoning situation fully explained the problem of how he got along, maybe it can be regarded as returning from a lost path.In fact, Sirius didn't mind the job of delivering food, what he minded was his younger brother's attitude.

The third question is also the most fundamental question - my brother Regulus Black.

They didn't talk much before, because Regulus was not a talkative person.Moreover, the personalities of the two brothers are very different, and they basically have no common language.For example, when Sirius pushed open the door for the first time, the latter was not surprised at all, and just said a word to him, then went back to sleep (this is the reaction after not seeing each other for more than ten years!).So even though Sirius was a little happy that his brother survived (he had always thought Regulus was killed by the other Death Eaters for wanting to quit), it didn't mean he suddenly had something to say to his brother.The relationship between the two of them has always been as respectful as ice, and it is a miracle to be able to say a word in a week.

Sirius was depressed, but he couldn't show it.

To house elves?How bored could he be to argue with house-elves?

To his mother?Sorry, this next scenario is really unpredictable.

To everyone in the Order of the Phoenix?What if they knew there was a Death Eater at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix!

to Harry?His godson understands that he hid a Death Eater at home but didn't report it, which is enough; and he hasn't taken good care of Harry in Azkaban for more than ten years, why? There is no reason for the godson to worry about the godfather, right?

To Regulus? ...Let's forget it, his brother basically ignores him, and this is the source, okay?

This incident has almost become the norm in the past two or three years, and Sirius' reaction has changed from being shocked in the morning to being expressionless now.He went upstairs and brought Regulus the food specially prepared by Kreacher.

Regulus has also risen.He was leaning on the bed in his pajamas, looking in the direction of the window without focus.This is what Sirius saw when he came in. The sunlight reflected by the window glass fell on his face, making his skin that had been indoors all year round so white that it was almost transparent.Because of the weight loss, the chin also looks much sharper than before.No matter how bad the relationship between Sirius and his younger brother is, every time he looks at it like this, he can't say anything hard... How can it be raised?

But Regulus didn't seem to care much about his physical condition.Sirius made a noise when he opened the door, and his eyeballs were only wrong for a moment, and then he continued to stare at the shadow of the sun on the ground.

Seeing his half-dead and indifferent look, Sirius became angry.He pulled out his wand, and directly created a small low table on the other side's bed, and then put the breakfast on it, while he sat at the end of the bed, crossed his arms and looked at the other side.At the beginning, he was angry and did things like throwing plates; but later he found that this approach was useless at all, and it was not as effective as staring at the other party for 2 minutes.

It's the same this time.After just over a minute, Regulus couldn't stand it anymore.He turned his head, looked at the food in front of him, and finally started to eat.From the moment he survived, he knew that his life was no longer in his hands.He has existed as a pawn for more than ten years, it is very important, he cannot die casually, the Dark Lord will not let this happen.No one who has been lingering in bed for more than ten years will have a more optimistic reaction than him.He thought that he should have become an abandoned child long ago, but obviously this kind of thing is not up to him.But maybe that's okay, at least he survived until the day his brother came out of Azkaban, and he also waited until the day his brother remembered his brother.

Sirius stared at him the whole time, forcing Regulus to drink a large glass of hot milk, eat two pieces of toast and a fried egg before taking the plate away with satisfaction.The fingertips of the two people touched briefly during this movement, and Sirius frowned again—why is it still freezing to death?But even if he asked, Regulus would not answer, so he could only say bluntly: "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​going to have a meeting today."

That is, he can't appear outside the room, and it's better not to make any suspicious noises?Regulus neither nodded nor shook his head.He usually wouldn't leave his room unless called by the Dark Lord, which was why Sirius didn't find him until three months after he came back.So the latter doesn't actually need to remind him of this at all. Could it be that he has nothing to say?Or do you still have doubts about him?

But Sirius straightened up and went out, and Regulus couldn't figure out the real answer from his expression.He fixed his gaze outside the window again, if someone could accompany him to bask in the sun, it would be fine in a while.

The Order of the Phoenix meeting was a short regular meeting, and it ended not long after dinner.Having escaped safely again, Sirius breathed a sigh of relief.However, his problem came again, and Kreacher served Master Regulus' supper in front of him.

"Really, Kreacher, do you have to let me go?" Sirius complained, but in fact he had resigned himself to his fate, as evidenced by his skillful movements.

The house-elf gave him a low bow. "Master Regulus is Kreacher's master, and Master Regulus listens to Master Sirius." It also ate when it was served to Master Regulus, but it never ate as much as Master Sirius served it to!

Sirius couldn't help rolling his eyes this time.Does he really have that much influence?Why doesn't he know it himself?

Kreacher watched him go upstairs, until after he entered Regulus' room, he flicked his fingers quietly.A golden light flashed on the door, spread to the entire room, and then disappeared.It tilted its head and looked at it twice, making sure that its magic had taken effect, and then ran to the hall.

"Ma'am, Kreacher has tried various methods, none of which can increase Master Regulus' body temperature. So Kreacher did something bad, Kreacher just locked the two young masters together." Kreacher Very frustrated.It felt that Sirius didn't like his dear young master, but in the end only Sirius could help him.There are only two living people in this house!

The woman on the portrait in the hall was a little surprised: "What does Regulus' body temperature have to do with Sirius?"

"Kreacher heard that you can keep warm by leaning on each other." The house-elf explained with wide-eyed eyes.

Walburga Black couldn't laugh or cry.Although Regulus' illness can be relieved by temperature, and Kreacher's idea is also good, but can they succeed if they are locked together?She twisted her long hair, then let it go, and sighed: "It's the only way to go." The thought of her youngest son... Sigh!

Facts have proved that mother's worry is not superfluous.It didn't take long before Sirius' roar echoed throughout the house: "Kreacher—"

The house-elf was washing dishes in the kitchen, and his hands shook.Then it decisively found two tablecloths, tied up its ears, and continued to wash the dishes.There is nothing more important than the body of young Master Regulus, and the wife has already agreed, Master Sirius, just accept the reality!