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James is latino in this one and he likes to dance

The rain poured hard, as the two brothers walked through the streets of muggle London. Sirius was exhausted, to say at least. They had been walking for at least an hour and he wasn't sure how much more there was to go. They were dragging their bags with them as they went.

Sirius had decided to put in place his plan about escaping the Black manor; the house he was raised in. It was more than just a horrible place; everyone who would to listen knew that.

Regulus was scared. He was more scared that he had even been in his entire life. He was afaird they would come after them. However, the amount of confidence his older brother had brought some hope to him aswell. Maybe, just maybe, they could survive from this. Sirius was so.. hopeful, he was sure they could do this. Even against all the odds, even if the whole world was against them, they had each other and the power of botherhood.

Regulus hadn't been told much about the people they were going to live with. He knew they were Sirius' other family; his chosen family; the better family. The son was Sirius' best friend, James Potter. He couldn't remember what the parents were called. His best guess was Euphimii and Fleacunt. He had very low expactions for whom ever was cursed with these names.

James was told to be handsome. Regulus couldn't say he disagreed with this statement, because holy shit he's hot was becoming a common thought of his.

He zoned out thinking about James' body; his muscles, his hair, his face, his eyes, his lips, his arms, his legs, his dick- Don't ask how he knows about that. If you really want to know something, you suddenly can become an FBI-agent.

"Hellooo?? Regulus, snap out of it. We are here!"

Regulus blinked and saw Sirius staring at him, confused. Regulus saw a hint of worry in his eyes as he looked at him. Regulus gave him a soft smile, "Sorry, I zoned out. It's alright."

Sirius nodded and knocked on the door. It was soon opened by the familiar face of James Potter. "Oh my Merlin... Pads!!" he gasped in disbelief and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. Sirius laughed softly and hugged back, "Hi Prongs. We are moving in." "Yes, of course! That's wonderful. You are Regulus, I suppose?" he asked as he and Sirius let go, turning to look at him.

Regulus nodded and offered his hand for a handshake, "Regulus Black, it's a pleasure to meet you, James." James took his hand, but instead of shaking it, he pulled him to a hug aswell. Regulus' eyes widened and he slowly hugged back. James was warm and strong. He smelled like tea and bakings. "James, it's so cool to finally offically meet you." Regulus nodded.

Sirius had gone inside past them and was greeted by James' parents. James and Regulus soon followed and they all greeted each other. In fact, Regulus learned their names were Euphemia and Fleamont, not Euphemii and Fleacunt. An embarrasing but common mistake, in his opinion. Spoiler, it was nothing but a common mistake.

The brothers shared a room where they startd unpacking. Soon Sirius at down and started writing a letter. He said it was to Remus, Sirius' boyfriend (but Regulus wouldn't have been surprised if they would soon announce to be engaged and to be waiting).

Regulus decided he wasn't going to watch as his brother poured out his heart on to a peace of pargament and started walking around the house, inspecting. He heard music from one room, which interested him. He had always loved music. However, this wasn't one of his favourites. He preferred classical music.

He walked to the door and looked in.

God damn.

The way James moved as he danced was just stunning. The way he let the music guide his body. The way he moved his hands and legs. Somehow he managed to make his waist move around beautifully. It made Regulus' mouth drop. It was wonderful.

He couldn't help but stare. Living with this stunning creature was going to be hell, knowing James could never be his.

Three months later that statement turned out to be false,