I thought I knew who I was.
I don't.
Why must we label everything and one?
Why am I a Pureblood?
I want to be better than what I am now.
I don't want to be a death eater. It was thrust upon me just like my last name.
Black.
The high and mighty Black family.
The purest family around. That is excluding the Malfoys.
A sigh is what marks that he has stood there long enough. His decision was made long ago anyway. This time though it was one the he made himself.
He signs the letter. Leaving only those last three letters. The only thing that could trace back to him at the bottom.
The Dark Lord wanted him dead already. Almost everyone didn't trust him anymore.
What was there to loose? He already lost everything that mattered to him in this world. Magical and not.
His brother would be proud. He could only guess at Sirius's reaction not if but when he found out.
His mother WILL burn his face off of the family tapestry. Not that it mattered. He was already dead.
Glancing around the room surrounding him he write those last three letters folding the letter and tucking it into the false locket before apparating to what could very well be the most important moment of his life.
But the last three letters still linger in his mind up until the moment he dies.
Those three letter had a lifetime between them.
They told almost everything about him if you looked deep enough.
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R.A.B