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I thought it would be interesting to see a few things from Regulus' point of view.

I was born to a family of darkness and unlike my brother I was too afraid to leave. He was surrounded by supportive fellow blood traitor friends and I was the young boy who had no where to go, no friends to help me... What choice did I have? I became everything my mother and father wanted me to be, everything my elder brother had failed to be...Everything I didn't want to be. Sometimes I felt bitter towards my brother, he got the freedom of friends and love and... Everything I was never allowed to have. "Everyone who isn't a pureblood is below you, and everyone who is a pureblood is just an acquaintance or an ally nothing more and never anything less". That was what my mother taught me from the cradle but the words became so much more intense after my brother left. After all, I was expected to do everything he couldn't...

I was the apple of my mothers eye, I did everything in my power to make her happy, even if I wasn't. As a child I'd follow her everywhere and try my hardest to learn whatever she would teach me, no matter how boring or sickening it was. I tried that much harder after my brother left. My mother was destroyed. She loved him, even if she was so terribly disappointed by his actions but he never saw that. He tried to change her views and when I didn't help him he called me horrible names. I wasn't stupid enough to try though, what was the point? She was set in her ways and nothing on this earth could change her feelings towards non magical people and those with dirty blood.

While my brother got sorted into Gryffindor, I was put in Slytherin... the hat said it was a close call to ravenclaw but I refused. What would mother say? I was so afraid to disappoint mother.

I'm still afraid of disappointing her, even now. I'd explain everything to her though, when she comes and joins me in our final resting place... she'd understand... It sickens me though, children aren't supposed to die before their parents... but I will. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't afraid of dying but I'll do it... for a better world and for the respect of my brother. Mother would be so upset but soon she'd realise, maybe in time to get out before she met a brutal and horrific end, maybe not. The dark lord is corrupt, surely she must know. Even though I moved out before I got the dark mark she still invited me home to celebrate with father. I saw through it all though, I saw that little flicker of fear in her eyes, that little bit of sorrow. Deep down she wished I'd been like Sirius, wild and free and happy. That I'd get away, escape from the horrific fate that awaits me now...It would have broken her heart to have both her children turn and walk away from her but father would have comforted her... Before blowing my name off the family tree

But I was the child that wanted to please and I did everything she told me to, like a loyal dog...

And now I'm going to die.

A sliver of a tear fell from one silver- grey eye.

Feroucious wind blew back jet black hair, tangling it, knotting it

Rain poured down, plastering his knotted hair to his face and sticking his robes to his thin emaciated form.

"Kreacher!"

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