A/N: For the Game of life challenge, I had the prompts: purple, Orion Black, and "Heavy" by Collective Soul. 3 Enjoy!
"Father, I've done something wonderful!"
"What is it son?" Orion asked, looking over at Regulus and noting the dark circles under his son's eyes. He was far too tired, yet he'd been out all night. He stood there in a purple robe, looking at his father with excited eyes.
"I have become a deatheater father. Voldemort has the right ideas! I just wish more would see him for the revolutionary genius he is!" His smile made him look mad, but Orion could feel the happiness radiating from his son.
"I am sure you will prove us proud son." Orion said and nodded towards him. A sign of respect, but what of love? "What made you decide to do so now?"
"I just needed a little time to think. It's been on my mind for years. I… I know you don't feel the need to associate with others, so I feel like…" Regulus frowned, not sure he should continue.
"What, son?"
"I feel like all the weight is on my shoulders. Like I need to prove our family a proud, upstanding family. So this task fell onto me. I had to do much to prove myself, but at least I proved myself." Regulus turned on one foot and bit his lip. Had he said too much? He felt like he'd been born into a world and was expected to be the perfect son, especially since his brother had already been disowned. He needed to prove he was worthy of the household, right? 'Oh Sirius, I feel like I know what you went through.' Regulus thought with a frown as he watched for acceptance from his father.
"Son, you know you don't have to prove anything. You are a pureblood, through and through. You will always prove that."
"That's the problem. You hold me up to all the wizards you've deceived. You'll always see me as perfect, despite the fact we both know I'm not. You've broken so many promises to me."
"Such as?"
"You promised that you'd always be there for me. I want you to become a deatheater so that can be true. Voldemort would gladly accept another pureblood of high demeanor."
"I feel that Voldemort is right, but I do not think I can do that son."
"Why, father? It's because of you that I joined! I want you to want this, not only for me, but for the family."
"I want this to be good for you. I will always support you, I promise."
"I-I guess that counts." Regulus said with a frown. He walked over and hugged his father tight and sighed, closing his eyes. 'It always falls on me' He thought to himself with a frown.