AN- Chapter 5 is done! This was done after just finished the 7th book for the second time, and realising the Regulus is a seeker! Big up for JK, all the characters are hers, not mine!

Chapter 5 - The Quidditch match

Slytherin versus Gryffindor. A friendly practise match before the season really started. Still, Regulus' blood pounded in his ears as he flew above his team mates, the stadium around him full of students cheering and caterwauling. The Slytherin colours shone in the February sunlight from the one end of the stadium, and Gryffindor red and gold bedecked the other. Regulus wasn't paying much attention to the game, and was flying around, contemplating the past month.

More scars had been introduced to his body, as he had fallen deeper and deeper into the comfort of breaking his own skin and watching his own scarlet blood course in rivulets down his arms and legs. He still found peace as he stood alone in the prefects bathroom night after night, staining the white tiles underfoot with a pink tinge, however much he cleaned them with his wand after he had finished with his nightly activity, the blood remaining to, what Regulus thought, just aggravate him.

His anger and despair at being left by Sirius was still strong, and these feelings entered his body more and more, just as he was slicing into his being more and more. He was never ashamed of himself, but slowly, it was dawning on him that something had to be done about the gap left between the brothers... but with Regulus, this was one thing he couldn't decide upon. In the dark and loneliest of nights, when he blamed Sirius all the more, he wanted to broaden the divide. Then, as the sun rose pink in the sky at dawn when he went back to the dormitories, it shone through the castles windows, illuminating square after square of pink light down the dim corridors, and Regulus' feelings were warmed somehow, and he wished, no, desired with all his being that he could just see Sirius again, and tell him all the things that were left unsaid.

The game was continuing below him as Regulus flew around, dark eyes watching the game, but at the same time, not watching. The quaffle was being tossed around between the teams at a vigorous and fast pace that made it impossible to try to score, because as soon as the chasers had received it, it was taken back by the opposing team. Due to this, few goals had been scored that morning, even though the game was well into its first hour or two. Regulus was edging into a day dream, when a bludger went soaring past his ear, followed by three beaters, two Slytherin and one Gryffindor. Regulus growled, and shook his head, bringing his concentration back onto the game.

Down in the stands, well concealed from Regulus' eager eyesight by jumping and cheering Gryffindors, Sirius sat motionless. He had been in that morning to speak to Professor Dumbledore about protection for the school from the Dark Lord. One of his many duties as an auror and member of the Order of the Phoenix that Sirius actually enjoyed doing. It was refreshing to him, to get out of his block of offices and journey back to his old school on his motorbike, just to see how things were getting on, to spend time drifting in memories of certain places, and the chance to catch a free Quidditch game!

He kept his watch on Regulus though, having been unaware that today's game would include his little seeker brother in it. He had noticed that Regulus wasn't particularly paying attention to the game, and was wondering on what subject his brother's mind was thinking through. Sirius himself turned his thoughts to his brothers flying style, swooping and turning through the air, eyes watching the stadium more closely now for that golden glint.

Sirius yawned. He hadn't been getting much sleep recently. His work with the order was becoming more and more dangerous, and although Sirius saw most of it as a huge adventure, his mind whirled through possibilities endlessly. Will it be too dangerous? Will he get hurt ...will his friends get hurt?

Sirius brought his attention back to the game. No use was coming out of thinking of all of that now. He just wanted to enjoy the fresh morning, and watching the game was becoming more and more interesting.

Two or more hours later, the game was over, Regulus having spotted the snitch as soon as the Gryffindor seeker had, and both tumbling to earth, his fingers caught it and wrapped themselves around the small golden walnut just before the other seeker and just before the ground came rushing upwards to hit him. Slytherin had won.

Regulus himself had hit the floor with a resounding crash, sending turf and mud in all directions, closely followed by the opposing seeker, who landed in the dirt next to him. The whistle was blown signalling the end of the game, just as the two players rolled over onto their backs, and their team mates dropped to the ground around them, Quidditch robes fluttering their team colours in the dirt filled air.

The Gryffindor seeker, a fifth year girl called Caira, was helped to her feet by her burly team mates, and she gave them a weak smile, before being helped off the pitch to the changing rooms. The Slytherin team, meanwhile, were speaking to each other, smirks on the faces of all of them. Yet Regulus was left in the dirt, whilst a few of them congratulated him on his nice catch, though not one offering a hand down into the dirt hole to help him up.

Regulus groaned, pinpointing areas where big black and purple bruises were sure to appear on his body during the next few hours and last for a few weeks at least. He closed his eyes to the blue sky, and lay in the hole, too tired to move, whilst listening to the sounds of the team around him talking about the game.

The team fell silent suddenly, and Regulus could feel them gathering into a tight knit group to one side of him, could almost feel their eyes pierce past him towards the other end of the pitch, watching and waiting. He opened his eyes, watching the blue sky for a few moments, until his sunlight was blocked out by a tall figure, and he moved his head slowly to look at it.

His eyes narrowed at once, but his body tingled and his heart raced. Sirius was standing there, right above him. "Good game, little brother." His voice came to Regulus quietly, over the roars of the Slytherin supporters still in the stands, the voice so quiet still that the other team players could not hear him. Regulus sensed them become uninterested and bored with the brothers meeting, and they turned, making their way off the pitch to the changing rooms, leaving Regulus in the dirt, his brother standing over him.

Sirius leant forwards, and his hand came out of his pocket, and swung forward, stopping just above the younger boys head. "Come on; get out of your hole now." Sirius said, a small smile playing across his features.

Regulus looked at the hand, and then looked at the face of his brother. "I don't need your help." He muttered, pushing the offered hand out of his way, and pushing himself up on his elbow, slowly coming to his feet. He was now only a head shorter than his brother, who stood there in the sunlight, wearing all black. Regulus looked at his brother's clothing. A black pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, with a black leather jacket tucked over his arm. "You look like an idiot." Regulus spoke again, whilst wiping some of the mud off his robe.

"It's better than robes for my bike." Sirius replied, looking down at himself. "And anyway, I don't have to be official today; I'm not at work, so to speak." Regulus looked unconcerned at this fact, and totally uninterested.

"Well, I don't care." Regulus retorted, almost instantly regretting his childish retort. "Goodbye, Sirius." He turned, and stormed off the pitch, leaving Sirius in a wake of mud and grass.

Sirius stood for a few moments more, and then turned himself, leaving the stadium and walking back down the hill to Hogsmeade where he had left his bike parked by the three broomsticks.

The flight home from the mountains of Hogwarts to the sights and smells of Muggle London was long and empty for the oldest Black son, his mind going through again and again his encounter with Regulus. Darkness had covered the land as he reached London, concealing him and his bike from the unwanted notice of muggles or wizard alike. He landed, with a soft thud outside his small house, which now had attached to it some kind of storage room, a garage to muggles.

Sirius opened the door to the garage, and wheeled his bike in, before climbing up his front steps, and entering his small home. He paused on the threshold, closing the door behind him and throwing his coat onto the end of the banister of the stairs.

He wandered into his sitting room, and dropped into an armchair, just as the fireplace lit up green and a figure spun into it. Sirius watched the figure step out and wipe soot from his robes. "Evening Prongs." He murmured.

"What kinked your tail?" James answered, smiling lightly, and going into the kitchen, returning with two bottles of butterbeer, dropping his cloak onto the sofa and dropping down beside it. His grin was slightly infectious, and Sirius smiled back lightly.

"Trip to Hogwarts." Sirius replied, shrugging one shoulder.

"Ahh, the joys of the hallowed Hogwarts halls. You saw him?" James looked concerned at his friend.

"Oh yes. And, oh no, I don't want to talk about it." Sirius replied, flicking the lid off his butterbeer that James had passed him, and taking a swig from the bottle.

"Good, I have better news." James grinned again. "Lily is expecting a baby." He sat up straighter, watching his friends face.

"Oh wow, James that's awesome." Sirius laughed, thoughts of the day rushing out of his head for the moment, as he grinned at his friend. "A mini marauder." He laughed again, and clinking his bottle with James'; they fell into light conversation, talking about the future of a mini marauder, and the new adventure that lay before the Potters.

AN- This one came a bit quicker than the others have been coming. Hope you like it. It's also slightly longer! Queen Caira, as thanks for poking me, you will have noticed that the Gryffindor seeker is named after you:)

Hope you like it! Please R+R... I'm feeling a bit lonely at the moment!