Harry's eyelids fluttered, the sunlight causing him to scrunch up his face. He felt chilly, so he thrust his arm out looking for his blanket so that he could curl up and go back to sleep, knowing all too well that it had all been a dream, just like always. It was a dream he wanted to get back to because it was at least better than reality, even if it wasn't really true. He groped around, but all he felt was something bumpy and cold, something that felt like stone. Hmmmmmm, that's odd, maybe I've fallen out of my bed onto the floor. It wouldn't be the first time. He stretched and moved to get back into his bed. As he opened his eyes, he realized that there was no bed and that he wasn't in his dorm at all. He was laying on the stones of the courtyard at the base of the astronomy tower. He looked around confused. This wasn't his dorm and he didn't think he was dead, so what was going on?
Furthermore, he realized that the sunshine wasn't what had woken him, but rather the whispers of the small crowd surrounding him. Well, small at least in his experience. There were a fair number of people, probably about fifteen to twenty other students. However, none of them looked familiar at least as far as he could tell without his glasses. They must have fallen off at some point, although he wasn't sure how or when. Taking in his unclear surroundings, he realized that there was a teenager crouched down in front of him, looking at him. He couldn't recognize the blurry face in front of him, but he looked to be a sixth or seventh year judging by size alone. He put out his arm, feeling around for his glasses. His fingers clenched around the metal frames at last and hastily crammed them onto his face.
"Someone get Dumbledore," he called, "and Madame Pomfrey!"
As Harry moved to sit up, the boy gently held his shoulders, keeping his back firmly against the cold stone of the courtyard. Damn, he felt sore. He felt worse than he had after his run in with the Dementors and that had been pretty rubbish. He had to get back to his dorm, he needed to talk to Ron and Hermione, he needed to-
"Oh no you don't, you're not going anywhere until Pomfrey and Dumbledore get here."
Harry squinted up at the boy addressing him. The boy had grey eyes and handsomely styled dark hair. He had high cheekbones and wore a rather displeased expression as he looked at Harry. As he studied the face, he had a nagging feeling that this face was familiar, but he couldn't place it. Once again, he moved to sit up and the boy's arms kept him on the ground. He tried to wriggle free of his grasp.
"Just stay still, you need to stop moving."
This obviously wasn't working. The kid kept trying to get up and too much movement was not going to be good. Who was this kid anyway? And what the hell was he doing sprawled out in the courtyard? The kid didn't look like someone he had seen before and judging by his size he was probably a fourth year. He definitely needed to be checked by Madame Pomfrey and would probably need to spend some time in the hospital wing. The boy looked at the kid and decided to change his approach. He needed to keep him as still as possible until a professor got here.
"I'm Regulus, what's your name?"
"Harry, you need to stay still. Madame Pomfrey is on her way. You've been hurt, do you remember what happened?"
"I…I…I…I don't know."
"Okay, okay, that's alright. What house are you in?"
Of course this kid was in his stupid brother's house. That arsehole had abandoned his own brother, leaving him to the wolves. The mark on his arm was evidence enough of that betrayal. Sirius had left him behind to go live with Potter. He hadn't been all that surprised really, Sirius had always liked Potter better than him. No, it wasn't a shock, but it had still hurt. He had thought that his brother would have offered to take him with him or at least told him that he planned on leaving.
He tried to push that to the back of his mind and studied the kid some more, trying to place him. The kid had messy black hair that fell past his ears. His glasses sat slightly askew on his nose, smudged and cracked. His eyes were a bright, emerald green, but there was something off. If he didn't know any better, he would have said that this boy was related to Potter, but Potter was an only child and this kid's eyes were a different color. He was shockingly thin, his knees knobby and his ribs looking like they were about to burst through his skin. Glancing down he realized that the kid was naked except for a pair of boxers.
Nothing seemed to make sense about this kid to Regulus. He didn't remember ever seeing him before and he bore such a striking resemblance to Potter. Why was he so skinny? Why was he only wearing boxers? Who was he? Why was he lying at the base of the astronomy tower? What happened to him? Regulus could not make sense of this and hoped that the professors would get here soon. There was a small pool of dried blood around the kid's head, and although the kid seemed fine, he was rather pale.