Crossing into Regulus

Regulus woke up before opening his eyes.He feels a lot of pain.It was so painful it was like a dream.

He didn't know what happened at that time, it was understandable that he was knocked down by the spell, after all he was careless, but why did he feel it?Every time he just came back, he lost all five senses. Why is there an exception this time?

Someone sat down beside his bed and said to himself, "Rael, are you feeling better?"

Oh, not soliloquy.

But Regulus didn't want to answer him, because the man's voice sounded too, too uncomfortable.Regulus felt that if he really opened his eyes and talked to him, he would probably pounce on him and hug him to cry or something.

The thought was chilling.

Regulus pretended to be asleep.

He waited patiently for Sirius to sit for a while, and after rambling a bunch of words, he stood up dejectedly and walked away.

It was a while before he opened his eyes.

This is Blake's old house, the former owner's room.

After looking around the room for a while, Regulus saw Kreacher appear in the room and stared at him blankly.

Regulus quickly raised a finger to his mouth and hissed.

The elf blinked a few times, closed his mouth tightly, turned his head to look left and right, and approached Regulus' bed with a thief's steps, step by step, twisting and twisting.

"Master, are you really awake? It's not Kreacher's hallucination, are you really well?" The elf burst into tears.

Regulus whispered, "Well, don't scream."

Kreacher nodded sharply.

"Uh, how many days has it been?"

Kreacher produced a board and wrote, "27 days, sir."

Regulus smiled, "What's the situation now?"

Kreacher wrote again, "You were hospitalized in St. Mungo's Hospital before, but you didn't improve. Master Sirius and Mr. Potter insisted that you were still alive and brought you back. You didn't wake up until today. You have been in a coma before."

Regulus stared at the elf, and he just paused for a while, feeling a little helpless, "I mean, the Ministry of Magic, is there anything wrong with the world outside?"

Kreacher thought for a while and wrote, "There are reports in the Daily Prophet, but there are no major events worthy of attention. Do you want to read it, and I will get it for you."

"No need, since it's nothing serious. Where's Harry?" Regulus waved his hand. Only then did he notice that he was weak all over, and raised his hand before his eyes in surprise.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore have gone out."

Regulus opened his eyes wide, "You said...Harry lives here?"

"Yes, sir."

Regulus stayed there for a while, then realized that Kreacher was still there, "I'm fine, you don't have to wait here."

Kreacher bowed and disappeared.

Regulus got up after lying down for a long time.

He was a little confused, he could feel that he was breathing air right now, and the side cabinet next to him was still burning with soothing spices.The quilt is also warm, my hands and feet are a bit heavy, and the clothes on my body are slippery, like silk.

Regulus threw off the quilt and got out of bed, strolling around the room.

Almost fell.

It wasn't because the fluffy carpet under his feet was too soft, but because Regulus had simply forgotten what it was like to really walk with his feet, and what it was like not to use his strength to support his body.

He felt that he was so heavy that he didn't dare to bend his knees, otherwise he might fall.

Is this what it's like to be alive?

Really... In fact, it's a little fresh.

Regulus pressed his stomach, it was a little sore and sore.

He drove mana to the palm of his hand and applied it to the affected area.

No movement.

Changed to the way of chanting incantations, but there was still no response.

Regulus looked at his palm in bewilderment.

Then put your hand on an ornament on the cabinet to deform it.

An owl statue is still an owl statue.

Regulus slowly sat down on the chair.

He felt different again from himself.

The reason why this world has been unable to accept him is that his power is too strong compared to this place, like a giant trying to enter the dwarf's room.The method he has always adopted is to transfer in his mana little by little within the range that this world can bear.At that time before, he had removed all his strength as much as possible in order to quickly return to the origin, so at the moment he just came back, he basically had no mana.

Without magic power, the soul is almost the weight of an ordinary person, and the possibility of being accepted by the world is too high.

So he can come alive.

This is of course very good. If you lose your strength, you can practice slowly. In fact, he doesn't care much about whether he has strength, or whether he is strong or not.

But why did the spell that went towards him - oh, he was just in front of Sirius - Sirius, cut off the connection between his soul and mana?

Is it because of the performer?

Regulus became interested in that person.

It was Ron who first discovered that Regulus had awakened.

When he saw Regulus, the latter was holding on to the banister of the stairs, lowering his head and carefully going down the stairs step by step, and was startled by his gasp, raised his head, and rolled down in panic.

Ron hurried over to help Regulus up, "Oh, Merlin! Rael, you're awake!" He froze as soon as he touched Regulus' arm, "You have a fever? No, it's not that hot , What's wrong with you? Did you just wake up feeling uncomfortable? "

Regulus smiled while standing still, his whole body hurt from being bumped, but he was very happy, "Didn't you realize that I have a body temperature?"

Ron didn't understand at first, but after a while he gasped again, "So, so to speak—you made it?! Not only did you wake up, you came back to life?!"

Regulus nodded with a smile.

"But how do you do it?"

"I don't know, it's probably related to the spell."

"The Unforgivable Curse?" Ron's eyes widened. "If we had known this was the case, we would have done it for you earlier."

Regulus smiled and shook his head, "That spell can't be used just after learning it."

After talking for a while, Regulus felt better, but his stomach became more and more uncomfortable. He frowned and pressed the uncomfortable place.

Ron said, "Are you hungry, come on, let's go to the kitchen."

Regulus blinked, and just followed without saying a word.It turned out to be hungry.

so fresh.

Ron took Regulus all the way down, and was watched by people on the road.

Regulus always smiled, he was too hungry to open his mouth.

Ron was very exaggerated. He held Regulus' arm, waved to others with an expression on his face that I was the spokesperson, and repeatedly explained to others that Rael was a little tired and didn't want to talk much, and that we are going to kitchen or something.

Regulus looked at Ron amusedly.

"Oh, Harry and Headmaster Dumbledore are out," said Ron.

Regulus hummed.

Ron added, "If Harry was here, he would have come to see you as soon as possible."

Regulus glanced at Ron and didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from nodding to Ron to show that he understood.

Molly screamed in the kitchen and rushed to hug Regulus.

Regulus was helpless, and raised his hand slightly to pat Molly's back.

Ron made a jealous expression beside him, "Mom, you've never cared so much about me."

Molly raised her face, and yelled at her son with tears in her eyes, "I don't care about you?! I don't care about you?! I want to leave you alone, do you know that you guys make me worry..."

Regulus sneaked away to find something to eat, leaving Ron standing there with an affected expression on his face, being scolded.

Kreacher appeared out of nowhere, and put milk and bread, stewed potatoes, onion soup, and homemade jam on the table in front of Regulus.

Regulus grabbed the cup and poured it into his mouth, and couldn't hold back his cough.

It turns out that milk is so bad.

Kreacher was panicked, Regulus quickly wiped his mouth with one hand and waved the other hand to show he was fine.

Molly stopped and reprimanded Ron, blowing over and looking at Regulus worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Regulus wiped his face clean and smiled, "It's okay."

He held his breath and drank the rest in one gulp.

Ron looked at him sympathetically across the long table.

Hermione also rushed in after a short meal.

Regulus presciently stopped to feed his mouth, and quickly swallowed the bread in his mouth.

Hermione rushed over and hugged Regulus, "Rael! Are you really—are you ready?" Seeing Molly there, she paused.

Regulus looked at her with a smile, "Yes."

"Great!" Hermione looked at Regulus once, and then again, and cried into his arms.

Regulus stroked Hermione's tangled-up hair, amused.

Then he saw Sirius leaning against the door.

Sirius became thinner, and the handsomeness of the past has completely disappeared, but the gloom and depression in his eyes are gone, and now they are filled with surging light, looking at everything in the kitchen calmly and gently.

Regulus felt that Hermione, who was on top of him, was a good dodge tool, at least it would not be so embarrassing to see Sirius this way, and he smiled at Sirius.

Sirius was taken aback, changed from leaning against the door frame to standing straight, switched his feet on the spot, and just when Regulus thought he was going to walk in, he turned and left.

Regulus blinked, his expression unchanged, "Hermione, you can get up now, I haven't finished eating yet."

Hermione stood aside in embarrassment and wiped her tears, "Oh, I didn't notice, Rael."

Regulus just smiled and squeezed her face.

But he seemed to catch a hint of displeasure on Ron's face.

He smiled.

Later in the day Harry and Dumbledore returned to the Order of the Phoenix.

Regulus leaned on the banister to watch them come in.

When Harry looked up and saw Regulus, he stopped there in a daze.

Regulus curled his lips, squinted down at Harry, and beckoned to them both, "Are you back?"

Dumbledore moved his beard and smiled, "Regulus, I'm glad to see you recovered, and you seem to be recovering well."

Regulus' eyes fell on Mr. Principal's hand.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, his left hand trembled, his sleeve slid down to block Regulus' view, and then he turned to Harry and said, "Okay, Harry, that's all for tonight." He went out.

Harry took a step forward, "But, Professor..."

Dumbledore had gone out and disappeared.

Harry stopped and had to close the door.

Regulus watched Harry turn back helplessly, and waited for him to walk up the stairs and walk in front of him.

Harry's eyes flickered, as if needing courage, and he looked up at Regulus.

Regulus squeezed Harry's face with a smile, "I'm fine."

Harry didn't move.

Regulus sighed, pulled Harry closer, raised his hand to stroke his head, and hugged him, "I'm really alive this time, be happy."

Harry nodded on Regulus' shoulder in a direction that Regulus could not see, then pressed his face to Regulus' shoulder, tears directly soaking Regulus' clothes, "...I'm sorry."

Regulus patted Harry on the back, "There's nothing I'm sorry for, look, if it wasn't for that one, I don't know when I would have succeeded, right?"

"I'm sorry..." Harry murmured.

Regulus was too lazy to speak.

Now that Regulus had finally recovered, he no longer needed Molly's care, but the Weasleys still hadn't returned to the Burrow.Ron and Ginny could understand that they wanted to stay with Harry and Hermione, and stay in the Order.But Molly didn't want to go back either, she had always opposed letting the children get in touch with the Order of the Phoenix too early.

Regulus asked Ron, but Ron had a dreamy expression on his face.

Ginny took the initiative to answer, "Because there is 'sticky phlegm' at home."

Regulus didn't understand.

Hermione coughed, "Bill and Fleur live at the Burrow."

Regulus suddenly realized, "Don't Molly like Fleur?" He had no impression of Fleur, only knew that she was of Veela blood.

Ginny made an incessant expression.

Regulus smiled.

In the afternoon an unwelcome person entered the foyer.

It was Snape.

Still in black robes, sullen and bored, he had deftly Apparated on the doorstep and entered the old house, clutching a few letters.

He didn't say anything superfluous, he went straight to Harry's room and walked in, throwing the letter in his hand into the open space among the party.

As if staying just a second longer would be tiresome, Snape turned to leave.

Regulus looked up at him and smiled, "Hey, Sever." He saw Severus pause for a moment.

Snape stood still, turned his head away, and stared at Regulus with a frown, his eyes showing undisguised surprise, "..." But he didn't speak.

Regulus smiled, "Sev, how is it? Surprised, hahaha."

Snape moved his lips, and finally said, "It seems that you not only have the mind of a troll, but also the vitality of a troll."

The sarcasm is really feeble.Regulus had no pressure to accept it as a compliment.

Snape shut up and endured it, and strode out of the room with his robe lifted.

Regulus watched Snape disappear down the corridor, then looked back at the children, "What did he send?"

"It's our OWLs, hey, that's pretty good, only failed Divination and History of Magic, Harry, what about you? Let's see, oh, I knew you'd be tops in Defense Against the Dark Arts, we both did it Not bad, is it?"

Harry looked down at his report card.

Regulus glanced at it briefly.

Ron leaned over to Hermione again, grabbed her result and pulled it out to read, "Come on, there is only one good one, which is Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the others are all excellent, what else do you want?"

Hermione whispered, "I just think, I just think - okay."

Harry caught Regulus looking at him and laughed, "Looks like we're all students of NEWTs now."

"I'm going to tell Mum there's an extra meal tonight." Ron jumped up.