Images of a missing man
If you recognize it, it's not mine
Regulus Arcaturus Black ~ everything had been so simple when they were young, before they could question their parents' views. The time had come and gone when Sirius would stand for their jeers and insults, they had gone too far. * "Those filthy Mudbloods and blood traitor brats you spend time with dishonor us!" she screeched at Sirius, he merely rolled his eyes at his mothers' ignorance. "You are an ungrateful, arrogant child! You degrade the noble house of black, which your father and I brought you into, with such indifference" she touched a nerve; every thing Sirius had ever wanted to throw at his mother was speeding from his lips. "MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE A BLACK" he shouted. "Maybe I want to be a Potter or a Lupin or an Evans, yes mother I'd rather be a muggleborn than stay here. I'd rather be a Muggle than belong to 'the noble house of black'. Because if I was a Muggle I wouldn't be a black and you wouldn't be my mother, I'd have parents who cared more about their eldest son than a name." He smiled maliciously at the effect his words were having on his mother and the look of horror on her face. Very quietly she said "Well, you are no son of mine, I have only one son." Sirius bowed deeply and mockingly before shouting. "I'm glad we agree on that noble Lady Black, you know what? I think I'm going to be a Potter. Ta ta!" he turned from the kitchen, slamming the door as he went and running into an eavesdropping Regulus. "Are you coming, or have they polluted you with this garbage too?" Regulus stared at his brother before shaking his head. "It would break her heart" Sirius laughed mirthlessly before saying, "She hasn't got one of those, I bet she's already got you signed up for Voldemort's army, the old hag" he sneered. Sirius hadn't meant it but his younger brother couldn't help his reaction. He yelped and his right hand flew to his covered left forearm, gripping the sleeve of his robes. Sirius gaped, turned on his heel and grabbed his trunk before slamming the front door.* He gripped the photograph of himself and Sirius as children, the only one he had managed to save from his mothers purge, more tightly in his hand. He should have gone with his brother, he knew that now. "You have displeased me." The cold high voice spoke with out emotion. "Yes" his voice was steady, he had known what the consequences of his actions would be, he had accepted that he had come here to die. "You betrayed me and now you know too much; you can not be aloud to live." Voldemort advanced on him but he merely nodded. As his master spoke the fatal words, he remembered that everything had been so simple, he and his brother had played and laughed, before they could challenge their parents' views.