I have absolutely no impulse control.

I've been talking about this for a little bit on tumblr, and I've finally given in...even though I'm writing three other stories, I'm giving you the prologue for this one.

I'm warning you now. This one will probably get updated rarely, until I finish IWHGH (It Was Her Ginger Hair).

If this is the first thing you've ever read by me, then hello, welcome, hope you'll stay a while. If you need more of things that I write, then maybe check out my other stories. Currently writing a Christmas Drabbles series, two time travel fics, and a war fic. The time travel fics involve the Marauders (they are amazing), and the war fic is a GinnyxTheo. I highly recommend IWHGH, not many people read it, but it's like my child. All of my stories are, but it was a special place in my heart. It is a bit more dark and twisty though, so you might not fancy that kind of thing. In that cause my time travel fics tend to be full of lovely feels, so there you go.

Sorry about all the rambling, I'm soon done I swear. I hope you enjoy this, and I blame Shayalonnie and Colubrina entirely for this fic. I also love them both, and they are amazing writers. AMAZING.

My wonderful beta: prattster666, it's here lovie xxx

There are several other people who I like a lot and I know will be happy that I'm posting this, so this chapter is for them!

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, only the story line and any OC's belong to me.

Why is he always such a rash idiot? Grey eyes searched around the room. It wasn't much, a quaint three bedroom, two bath cottage with a kitchen and a living room. Currently one of the bedrooms was overrun with parchment, books and research. He'd been pouring over everything he could get his hands on for months. He needed something to bury himself in, and not thinking about her only got harder every day. My wand is somewhere in here. He cursed himself not for the first time in the past few minutes as he squinted around the dimly lit room, searching for the eleven and a half inch, elm wand with a dragon heartstring core. Finally his eyes found it, resting on top of the stack of parchment he moved onto the bed a few hours previously. Swiftly crossing the room, he grasped it in his hand. I need to be fast, that idiot doesn't have much time.

He strode out of the room, and paused to look at the middle door on his left, the door closed. He let out a deep sigh, hopefully he would be back soon, if everything went according to plan that was. Which it practically never does.

Shaking his head, he headed towards the front door. The cold, crisp Autumn air cutting through his robes. Squaring his jaw, he turned to face the house, using a locking charm on the door, and checking the wards. Still good. He better be grateful for the risk I'm taking for him.

Not wasting a moment more, he span on his heel and apparated; the leaves rustling and fluttering away as he did.

...

I don't think he could have incriminated himself more if he tried, Regulus scowled, looking down at the unconscious form of his brother. There was blood everywhere, Regulus had to give it to Pettigrew; he may be a spineless rat, but he managed to frame his brother quite brilliantly.

Regulus heard shouting in the distance and knew his window of opportunity was closing. Part of him wanted nothing more than to leave Sirius here; leave him to whatever fate he had inadvertently brought upon himself. "Fuck it," Regulus cursed, leaning down and lifting his brother onto his shoulder. One final glance was spared to the muggles splattered around the area, well what was left of them. I'm sorry you all got involved in this, so sorry.

Sirius seemed to be rousing and made an incoherent noise. Regulus pointed his wand at his brother with some tricky manoeuvring, and muttered under his breath, "stupefy."

"I think I see something!" A gruff, deep voice yelled, and Regulus could make out the vague outline of a large man, robes whipping out behind him. The one time the Auror department decided to efficiently do their jobs just has to be the time I'm in the middle of saving this fool.

Regulus had to act now, or they would both be going to Azkaban. That just wouldn't do, he couldn't afford it. He needed to get back to the cottage. The things I do for you brother. Regulus was about to apparate when he noticed Sirius' wand on the ground by his foot, "accio Sirius' wand." Smirking in satisfaction when the wand entered his hand where his own wand was clasped.

"Hey you!" Regulus didn't wait for the man to get closer, he was still far enough away that he couldn't see either of their faces in the darkness; Pettigrew had burst the streetlight bulbs earlier.

Regulus didn't hesitate a moment longer, spinning on his heel and with a loud crack that ripped through the air, he and his brother were gone. Leaving in their wake the aftermath of unfortunate tragedy.

...

Birds chirping, sunlight pouring onto his face, causing spots to dance across his closed eyelids. The window to the left of his bed was cracked slightly, letting the breeze in to dance around the room, and he found he couldn't move just yet. Everything ached too much; he tried to wiggle his fingers and was relieved when they moved.

He opened his eyes and was greeted by an enchanted ceiling; it was quite similar to the one in the great hall, and he saw dark, stormy clouds gliding across it, the sky a bluish-grey. Where the fuck am I?

It took him ten minutes to sit up, holding his head in his hands. Pain radiating throughout his body as his limbs protested. That's when it hit him, hard. James and Lily were dead.

Sirius closed his eyes and flashes of the house played across the backs of his eyelids. The door blown clean off, the rubble, James' half buried body, his hazel eyes that normally danced with mirth were staring lifelessly up at the ceiling, wand laying a few feet away from his open hand. Sirius had seen red then, he couldn't, wouldn't believe it. He was snapped back to his senses by the sharp cry that rang through the air, it gave him hope again. Harry. Sirius had never moved so quickly in his life, running up the stairs two at a time, finding Harry standing in his crib wailing, bright green eyes locked on his Mother. Lily's hair was covering her face, her body laying at an unnatural angle. Sirius couldn't bear to look at her. Sirius strode over to Harry, the boy quieted slightly at his touch, his little fist curling around the fabric on Sirius' shoulder.

When Sirius left the house he came face to face with Dumbledore and Hagrid. "Mister Black, if you would be so kind to return Harry Potter to me," Dumbledore said calmly, but Sirius could sense the threat from looking him in the eye.

"You don't think I'm responsible for this do you?" Sirius hissed, tightening his hold on Harry; who was now sniffling and rubbing his face into Sirius' shoulder.

"Who else? You were the secret-"

"WRONG." Sirius yelled a bit louder than he meant to, Harry flinched at the sudden, offending noise and a fresh bout of crying began. "Shit, I'm sorry, Harry," Sirius rocked the boy back and forth, rubbing his hand lightly across the boy's back.

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore frowned curiously, taking a step closer to Sirius, who took note of the several feet between them and narrowed his eyes.

"I knew that they would come after me if I was secret-keeper. So we agree to let Wor-Pettigrew take my place." Sirius spat the name as if it physically pained him.

"You did not inform me of such a change," Dumbledore pushed his half moon spectacles farther back onto the bridge of his nose; Sirius saw that he began to doubt whatever conclusion he had come to.

"I thought I was doing what was best for...Jamie and Lily. For Prongs. For Harry." Sirius choked out, angry tears spilling down his cheeks. Then he didn't know what came over him in that moment, but he needed to find Peter and he needed to make him pay. "Take...take Harry until I get back," Sirius pleaded. Right now the people he trusted were very few, the list practically obliterated in the last hour. Something in Dumbledore's eyes however told Sirius that he would keep Harry safe, at least until he got back.

"Where are you going?" Dumbledore asked even though he already knew the answer.

"To make him pay for what he did," Sirius promised darkly as he handed Harry over to the older wizard.

Peter had rambled on about how much power the Dark Lord possessed when he found him; that Sirius wouldn't, couldn't understand. Before Sirius could even throw one spell, Peter used a slicing hex to cut off his pinky. There was a bright flash of light, and Sirius heard joyful laughter as a group of muggles headed their way. He opened his mouth to warn them, but it was too late. That was all he remembered. Which made him repeat his previous question, where the fuck am I?

Sirius stood up on shaky legs and slowly, but surely made his way to the bedroom door. Taking in a much needed breath, he paused with his hand on the door knob; the short walk across the room had winded him. I suppose it's time I figure out exactly what I'm dealing with.

Sirius pulled the door towards him, cautiously stepping into the doorway, leaning against the door frame. Raven hair. Pale skin.

"Impossible," Sirius rasped out, eyes rounding.

"Come now, brother. I thought you of all people would never let that word fall from your lips," Regulus turned around, lips pursed.

"You're dead-" Sirius' emotion overcame him then, tears filling his eyes and blurring his vision.

"Are you really going to do that?" Regulus rolled his eyes, "we weren't particu-"

"You're alive," Sirius sobbed, holding his free hand over his mouth.

"Very much so," Regulus smiled softly, his brother may be an idiot, and for the past several years they have been at odds, but he did still love him.

Sirius had been so focused on Regulus he didn't notice the bundle of blankets in his arms, "is that?" His question was answered by a soft, gurgling noise that arose from the blankets.

"Brother, meet Caelum, my son." Regulus' grey eyes were locked on the bundle in his arms, a tender and loving expression on his face.

If anyone cares to know, this whole thing started because Colubrina and Shayalonnie were talking about what would happen if Luna was sent back in time to the Marauders Era based on an anon's question. How Luna would be friends with Regulus Black, so even though this is a bit different. They created this beautiful mess of words that I've concocted. I hope you enjoy, and remember to please leave a review and let me know what you think!

Love,

Indieblue xxxx

This is a little note from the future lol, on August 21st, 2016. I just posted a new chapter last night, and thus ending Part 1 of this fic. I thought I ought to let you all know that. Right, I hope you enjoy the story *hearts*