Sanctuary

It was midnight as Regulus crossed the hallway in a few deft strides and burst into Sirius' room.
"I fucking hate you!" He yelled.

The room was empty, of course it was. Sirius had left months ago, leaving behind the detritus that had once made his room a sanctuary for Regulus. Now it was just a reminder of the brother he had lost. It didn't matter how many times Regulus tried to pull down the picture of his brother and his four friends - the people who had taken Sirius away from him- it stayed there, the four of them smiling and laughing.

Frustrated, he kicked the bed post, flinching as the pain hit. He wanted to destroy this room, destroy this place that he only came in moments of weakness. Surely if it no longer existed he could have no more weak moments, for he would have nowhere to run?