Sirius knew he shouldn't. But he saw the desperation in his brother's eyes and he also had the thought that maybe he could use this as an excuse. An excuse to escape this prison. So he finally gave a nod and produced Regulus' wand, handing it over to him. "I hope that whoever you need to return to is good for you. Not using you."
"He'd give up everything for me so I'd rather think he does." With a small smile, he looked at Sirius and felt oddly haunted by his form and his words. Fucking Pettigrew, how could he do this? "Try to stay sane and, you know, maybe drink half a bottle instead." He gave Sirius a concerned look, hating how much he worried but he knew he couldn't do anything. All he could do was walk away.
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