©Mint-Chocolate-Leaves – August 11th 2012
Six Billion Smaller Worlds
Its fun to think, isn't it? To ponder on the past, to dream of the future, to look around in wonder at the present,
It's not all good though, because sometimes when you stay stuck in the past, all of these thoughts jump into your head, permanently stitching themselves to your every thought.
The thoughts that hurt most are the ones that probably wouldn't have meant that much if life had turned out alright. Things like, 'What if...' or 'I wonder if he remembers me'
Because they're all full of such hope, hope that we can't ever hold on to.
"I'm going to go feed the pigeons..."
"We don't have Pigeons at Hogwarts."
"Then I'll feed the thestrals."
I remember before my brother, Sirius, ran away from home – I remember begging him to stay, tell them that our parents loved him somewhere deep down. I remember how his words were full with so much sorrow. He said,
"Love isn't enough Reg. Our parents have to know how to relate to us, and to each other. They have to want to be with us more than anyone else. They have to love being home more than anywhere else in the world, and they have to be more interested in you than in..."
"Purebloods and Prejudice," I suggested.
"God, Reg, I hate them. They're nice to you, Reg, they really are, but they don't know their priorities. They live inside themselves more than not, and they keep their doors closed. You see them mostly through windows, and that's why you don't understand. Goodbye Regulus."
When he left, I met Marlene McKinnon – she's the reason for my betrayal to the dark lord, the reason I'm thinking now as the inferi drag me to my death, drowning me...
I hope she remembers me, because I remember her still. I hope she remembers why she and I loved each other, and I hope that... I hope that she'll remember every minute we spent together.
"Six billion of us walking the planet, six billion smaller worlds on the bigger one Regulus. Muggles and Wizards who look boring from the outside - some have weirder lives than you. Six billion stories, everyone a story, full of tragedy and triumph, good and evil, despair and hope. You and me - we aren't so special." Marlene told me, and before my brain completely dies, I let the memories of her and my brother take over my mind...
"Reg, we're out of those mini sandwiches! It's a tragedy of historic proportions, but we'll deal with it, because we're the black brothers!"
"Marlene, how can you smile when you know that people are being killed outside of Hogwarts?"
"There are people who want everybody dead Reg. When you get over being surprised about that, you have the ability to be amazed by the simplest of things."
A/N: I know that this is really depressing, but once again it's a challenge (The Song Challenge - Adele 21) – to write a fan-fic from a song line. And so after listening to the song for about twenty minutes this just appeared in my head. I haven't exactly read many fan-fic's on Regulus so I thought I would! Reviews are appreciated! Take care!