“Everyone wonders at some point about the creature that hides in the shadows and prowls on the blackest of nights, and they pretend that they don’t believe.  But a part of them does.  And they are... afraid.”

For a moment he stood frozen on the spot, paralyzed with fear.  But then, looking at the Inferi crowding around him, Regulus was suddenly filled with rage.  They thought he was the enemy, but their master was the true enemy.  And Voldemort should’ve been dead long ago.

And he remembered that someone had once said bravery was not a lack of fear, but acting in spite of it...