A/N: This is just something I came up with...Regulus' death...For Ieyre. I don't know you very well, but you reviewed 'Brotherhood' and this is adapted from it. Thanks SO much! I'm sorry it's so short. Please review!
Summary: There was a reason you were never meant for Gryffindor...You were never meant for life...Darkness...Blackness...Cold...
Going Under
Running…running…running…
There was a reason you were never meant for Gryffindor.
Gasping…panting…running…
And now, before death, before It comes, you know.
Falling…shaking…crawling…
You were never meant for life. For death, even.
Hiding…shivering…hiding…
You were meant for that bleak, cold water.
Struggling…fearing…screaming…
If it wasn't those griping hands, it was "Avada Kedevra!"
Shrieking…begging…pleading…
If it wasn't you, it was Kreacher.
Apologizing…going down…going down…
It was you.
Darkness…blackness…cold…
It was always you.
Down…numbing…freezing…
You, the coward, the little 'special' one, the 'good' Slytherin one.
No feeling…all is lost…gone…
But now, have you died a hero?
No…no…no…