A/N: HPFC. Camp Potter. History Appreciation (Wk 2).
Mandatory Prompt:- Regulus Black.
Optional Prompts:- All Used.
Regulus was having a dream. For the first time in a long time he was dreaming of when he and Sirius had been kids and had played all kinds of games together. Regulus looked up to his big brother, if they were naughty Sirius would usually take the punishment for them both.
Some nights, Sirius would read 'Tales of Beedle the Bard' and Regulus would put his head on his big brother's shoulder and listen to him read.
As they got older they would love to listen to their Uncle Alphard tell stories of Hogwarts and it's many thousands of paintings that lined the walls and the ghosts and the classes. Quidditch, the Great Hall, and the Forbidden forest, and also of the Black Lake. Sirius would get excited and say he was going to swim with the giant squid. Regulus on the other hand would nervously bite his nails, earning his a reproving look from his father.
His dream shifted to his cousins, Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa. They had a conservatory in which their mother would grow black roses. Regulus could remember how they would fascinate him, and how Bellatrix would take one and chase him around the house trying to stick him with the thorns, and how Sirius would step in and smack Bella in the face, earning him a good tanning.
Finally when they were both in their teens and at Hogwarts, Regulus had said something and Sirius had taken it out of context, this had caused Regulus to back pedal and blurt out "That's not what I meant." He wasn't sure why he remembered that so clearly. Maybe it was because it was the last time his big brother had spoken to him. Regulus had lost his first big hero, and inside he was broken. He didn't care now whether he lived or died..
Regulus awoke from the dream, breathing hard and covered in a cold sweat. His left arm bearing the mark of the Dark Lord, seem to prickle. He knew what the Dark Lord was doing, he knew of a Horcrux, a locket. He was tired of what the Dark Lord was doing, he didn't agree with the aims of the Death Eaters. He wanted out, but he knew to that he would die. But he didn't care anymore, he hated the Pureblood mania and he had lost Sirius. He was going to die.