A/N: this was for viria13 from deviantart's birthday. Based off of her lovely drawing of the same title which you can find the link for on my profile.
His Choice
There was a hollowness
buried deep inside his heart,
as Regulus held the locket in
his hands. He knew he had
failed his parents. He knew
that he had failed the Dark
Lord. But there was something
else there; a very small thing.
A longing to do the right thing.
To be just like his brother,
just like he had wanted when
they were both young, and
there was no war, and he was
still allowed to talk to Sirius.
With these new thoughts, Regulus
was determined. He knew
that even if he died, there was
still hope. He would do something
right. Something good. And it would
finally be his choice.