Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter as that belongs to J.k. Rowling
So this is a rewrite of an Ally to Potter, as I found myself not liking the original and that it was on a different system that I have yet to figure out how to move without erasing everything on my sd card. In end the end I decided to just write the whole thing over as I wasn't too far in.
Though I can't say that this will end up the same as I originally envisioned as this got away with me. Though I hope you guys enjoy this story none the less.
Before I forget, this will be Yaoi, boy x boy don't like don't read
Deep within the Black's family library, Regulus sat surrounded by books of all nature. So much so that he was nearly buried beneath their words. Dark, light, and every type in between, if they mentioned anything about immortality, they were there. Though Regulus had organized them by type, though to others it would appear to be no more than a mess of books, and rather hazardous, as some were stacked on one another creating towers of some height.
Despite all the books, Regulus found what he wanted in only one of those books. The only one he wished to be false.
At the very top in simple writing that belayed the horrifying magic was the word, Horcrux.
He sat back in his chair, positive that this was what the Dark Lord had done for immortality, and the very thing that Kreacher had hidden with the Dark Lord that had left the elf on death's doorstep.
The process of making a Horcrux was a magic so vile that most people had enough sense to leave it alone, but the Dark Lord just wasn't anyone. He just had to go and do it. Then he had to go farther and end up making more than one.
It was a horrifying thought on its own, but to know that the war could continue for years and then some was horrifying. By then Regulus was sure that the wizarding world would be no more. Nothing more than fairy tales told to children before they went to bed, and that was if the war didn't get them noticed by the muggles. If that happened everything could end up gone.
It was the time for a choice, and for Regulus it was a rather simple one. Even if it lead to his eventual end.
Knowing that there was much to do before Regulus made his move, at least if he hoped for any success, and hopefully before he was called before Voldemort, he left Grimmauld Place for Diagon Alley.
Dusting off the soot from flooing, he glanced around him noticing the tenseness that seemed to lay thickly over the Leaky Cauldron, and Diagon Alley was no different. People kept close together, their eyes studying any nearby wizard. Weary of those in dark cloaks, and talking in whispers. The children were kept close, never to wonder far. Aurors in red patrolled the alley, bringing some sense of protection to the fearful wizards.
Many of those very people looked at him with suspicion, and he was hardly surprised by those looks. His long black hair and his gray eyes marked him as a Black, at least for those who knew what to look for. Even his bearing caused him to be singled out, marking him as Regulus Black instead of his over boisterous brother who carried himself differently from the rest of the family.
Yet despite everything, Gringotts was still the same. The grand building standing tall, and only an increase of goblins showing any of the turmoil that was happening just outside its walls. Knowing that their control over the wizarding money gave them some protection against Voldemort, though for how long was the question. Considering the madness that held its grip on Voldemort's mind.
Luckily for Regulus, not many people were in the bank with twilight steadily approaching, and he made it to the teller in record time. The goblin stared at Regulus with cunning eyes.
"I wished to speak with the goblin in charge of my accounts."
"Name."
"Regulus Black." he replied.
"Follow Farnuk." said the goblin teller, when another goblin appeared. Nodding his thanks, Regulus followed Farnuk through the maze-like hallways to a simple office, where a goblin sat in a beautiful crafted desk.
Farnuk left the room, leaving the two alone.
"Black."
"Ranlus, I would say it's a pleasure to see you, but I'm afraid I'm not here for anything good. I wish to make my will." said Regulus taking a seat from Farnuk.
"I see, any bearing on the Black's inheritance." Ranlus said simply, getting right to the point. No questions asked.
"No, I will likely die before my parents, so this will be mostly for my own vault. Not that there's much in it. I have everything written here, so it just needs to be official." Regulus pulled out the parchment, handing it to the goblin who took it.
"I highly doubt that there is nothing within those vaults, we know of your tendencies and if you didn't work for us of and on. We wouldn't let you or your vampire friend any where near Gringotts." The goblins said before he read the will, noting those who would have to be summoned. "It is a rather straight forward will, though we might have trouble getting all the participants together." He frowned.
"I know, but I'm sure my death will at least bring them together, if only in curiosity." Regulus frowned too knowing how difficult his brother could be. "Though if you are willing, would Gringotts keep hold of everything for the people who don't show up to the reading?"
"It would be no problem, but we at Gringotts don't like an investment failing."
Regulus rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you'll find another wizard that can do the work just as well as I."
"Perhaps, but we'll have to teach another, and probably have a few bodies to deal with in the long wrong. Plus they won't be able to keep that damn vampire in line."
Regulus laughed. "I'm pleased to know that Gringotts value my skill so highly! I left some journals behind that should help with the training, though what Gringotts decides to do with them, I don't really care. Whether you use them or kill a few wizards with an excuse, its totally up to you guys."
"We at Gringotts do not kill wizards, it is hardly our fault that they are inadequate for the job."
"I know, wards can be a rather dangerous." smirked Regulus as he turned to leave, leaving a bundle of letters on the desk that he knew would get to their intended parties. One way or another. But before he left the Ranlus stopped him.
"May your enemies cower at you feet."
Regulus nodded, accepting what was said, and what was left unsaid, before he left with the swirl of cloak.
Once he was back in Diagon Alley, he slipped unnoticed through the crowd. He stuck to shadows not wanting to be seen, and entering one of the side streets that lead to the Knockturn Alley. The hood of his cloak hiding his identity from curious wizards, and from the aurors who kept an eye anyone entering the alley.
Suspicion was one thing, but actually being declared a Death Eater was another thing. As long as their was no proof, he couldn't actually be arrested and he would prefer to keep it that way.
Knockturn was unsurprising different from Diagon Alley. It was more rundown then Diagon here but the tenseness that seemed to infect Diagon Alley, didn't really exist here.
This was the center of the Dark and it was shown by how few people feared the war that the so called Light feared.
Here dark creatures weren't truly discriminated against by the average wizard, and they roamed the alley. It didn't matter who was what, they all followed the unsaid rule of peace of the alley, and if they didn't they would have to deal with the highly violate magic that hung around the alley. A warning that few could truly miss, if they did, the results were hardly pretty. Though the alley was could hardly be called safe.
While the magic kept the somewhat peace, it allowed a lot of leeway if one knew what to look for. There were quite a few places that was unprotected by the magic, and it was in places like this that people disappeared without a word.
It was in one of these places where Regulus was headed. It was a dingy little shop, blocked in by the bigger shops that existed on either side. The name of the shop had long sense faded leaving its name or existence easily missed.
The interior of the shop was dark and disorganized. The rare and the junk existed in some complex dance that made no sense to anyone, but perhaps the shop owner and maybe not even then. It made finding things difficult and possible hazardous, with the possible results being less than satisfactory.
Ignoring the piles of items, Regulus walked straight to the counter. Even before he could ring the little bell to gain the attention of the shop keeper, he appeared from the darkness. The man's red eyes glinting eerily in a rather handsome face.
"Regulus." the man breathed, his eyes eyeing his figure. "It is a pleasure to see you again, are you perhaps planning on taking up my earlier proposition."
"I'm hardly one to refuse, Alexander." Regulus replied with a seductive smile on his face, as he leaned forward. His eyes shifting through different shades of gray. "But I'm here on business this time." Regulus finished, pulling away from the vampire when he had moved closer.
"Its always business with you. Hardly anytime for pleasure." Sighed Alexander.
Regulus rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't exactly say that, we've had more than enough fun. It's not every day that you're running from some pissed off wizards, because you saw something shiny."
"You can hardly blame me. You are the one who wanted to study the spell on the darn thing, and as your wonderful friend, I had no desire to deny your request. If anything you were the reason why we were being chased in the first place. You were the one who was supposed to make the security spells less than effective."
"Yes it is totally my fault that you started flirting with the man's damn wife." Regulus dead panned.
"Ah yes she was a lovely little thing. Very curvy if I remember right, though she hardly stands up to you, my dear Regulus."
"Yes very curvy and very spiteful. If you didn't go and flirt with me of all people in front of her, she wouldn't have sent her very talented husband after us, with the excuse that she was being harassed by you. Instead of actually being more than willing for a tumble in the sheets with you."
Alexander grimaced. "Talented is hardly the word I would have chosen, more like her pyro of a husband. My rather lengthy life had flashed through my eyes that night, and I'm still thankful that Mother Magic allowed to escape." He shuddered at the memory. "Though I suppose that is enough remembrance for tonight, you are here on business yes."
"Yes, I supposed I have spent more than enough time here already. I was looking for some candles, chalk, and some herbs."
"You came here for that? I'm sure you're more than stock up on the stuff, seeing you practice the old ways more than most wizards." said a disbelieving Alexander as he turned to gather the mentioned stuff behind the counter. Having put them separate from the rest of shop, his eyes never leaving Regulus' form. His instincts telling him that something was wrong.
"I do have some of the stuff, but I have been running low on everything for awhile now. The Dark Lord hardly gives us time to practice the old ways, he's always keeping us busy."
"Every time you mention the Dark Lord, the less I have any desire to actually join him, and the others are always asking why I don't follow him. It has gotten ridiculous. Can you believe that some nobody vampire tried to get me to join him. Me?"
"I'm sure you taught him the error of his ways?"
"Indeed." Replied Alexander with a rather cruel smile on his face. "I'm sure the others got the message."
"I bet." mumbled Regulus as he looked over the stuff that Alexander had handed over. He knew that Alexander wasn't one to be messed with, by vampire or otherwise.
"So why do you really need this stuff? I know that there is no magical holiday going on tonight or anytime soon. Normally I wouldn't care, but you are a friend, and a good one at that."
"I'm going to do something really stupid." Regulus finally replied after a moment of hesitation.
"And your not bringing me? I do enjoy doing stupid things now and again."
"I don't think I'll survive this time around."
"And you're still going to go through with it? What about your family and friends, what about me? I have no desire to let you walk forward to your death!" Alexander said, moving forward until he had Regulus blocked in. Not allowing him any chance of escape.
Regulus laughed bitterly. "What friends? Severus is the closest thing I could have considered a friend, and we can be barely called that. As for family? I'm just their ticket to power, and even then, they hardly want anything to do with me. I'm not Sirius. And Sirius wants nothing to do with me. Ever since I was sorted in Slytherin, he has thrown me out of his life."
"And me?"
"I-" Regulus didn't know what to say. Earlier the choice was easy, but seeing Alexander again, he found himself for words. He didn't want to hurt him, he didn't want to leave him, he wanted to go on more adventures. He wanted so much, but he needed to do this. He wanted to this, he was nothing more than a marked slave to a maniac, and he wanted to be free. He didn't want to get Alexander caught into his own problems.
"It's something I need to do." Said Regulus simply, his determination causing his eyes to darken.
For a minute it was silent, before Alexander seemed to realize that there was nothing he could say that would stop Regulus from going through with his harebrained plan. A plan that would take Regulus away from him.
Damn the stubbornness of the Blacks.
Before he knew it they were kissing. A harsh kiss full of teeth and lips. Alexander idly heard Regulus dropping his items, even as he tangled his hands within those dark locks. There was nothing but he and Regulus.
Regulus didn't know how long had passed, until Alexander pulled away leaving him panting for breath. A smug smile on the vampire's face.
"Seriously, I tell you I plan on walking to my death and so you decide to kiss me?" said Regulus breathlessly.
"Hmm, I'm going to let you walk to your death without giving you a chance to taste the finer things in life. I don't want you die a virgin." was Alexander reply as he nuzzled Regulus' neck. His scent sending his vampiric instincts crazy.
Regulus laughed. "That is a ridiculous reason."
"It true none the less. Less talking and more doing."
"If you are determined to take my virginity, I'm hardly going to do this in the middle of this disgusting shop. I do have some class."
"Very well, I'll lead you my humble abode, and lets hope it is up to your standard." Said Alexander as he led Regulus up the stairs that lead them to his home.
Regulus only had a chance to notice the large bed draped in dark red sheets, before Alexander was kissing him again. His hands moving all over, removing the thick wizarding robes that Regulus wore within moments. Regulus wasted no time returning the favor. His magic released from his control.
Everything became a blur. The hands, the lips on his skin, it all left goose bumps in their wake. He remember making it to the bed, the softness on his back, before he was lost once more in the oldest dance in the world. Their bodies moving in harmony, twisting together until they became one.
Alexander's red eyes forever burned in memory.
Regulus woke up warm and content within Alexander's arms, though he was achy in places he didn't even know existed.
He stared at Alexander's sleeping face, the red eyes he had grown to love were closed and his face was slacked. He looked peaceful and if he didn't know better he would say that he appeared harmless, but he knew better. A vampire was hardly harmless after all.
For one moment he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to do something that would more than likely be his end. It would be so easy to give it all up, but he had made his choice yesterday and he wasn't one to back out, despite the temptation to do otherwise.
Knowing that he had spent more time than he had meant to, too caught up with everything happening the night before. Regulus got dressed quickly before he left with as little noise as possible, hoping that the vampire's nocturnal nature would allow him to sneak away, but before he left, he stared at Alexander's face one last time. Committing it to memory before he went back to Grimmauld place. Uncaring of the items he had left behind.
Not once noticing the red eyes that had watched him leave, or the satisfied expression on the vampire's face.
Grimmauld was the same as always. Everything within its walls showing off the wealth of Black family, and the magic leaving no doubt the type of magic practiced by the family. The decapitated house elves with their beady little eyes just added to the darkness of the house, and probably making any visiting wizard uncomfortable. Though in Regulus' opinion, it was probably why they did it.
To his horror the room was hardly empty. His mother stood in front of him, her face twisted in anger and her hair less than perfect.
"Where have you been all night." she hissed her dark eyes hiding little of the craziness that Regulus knew was there.
Regulus was in no mood to pander to his mother. "I hardly see why it matters, I'm a fully grown wizard if you recall." He said and seeing sparks coming from her wand, and he knew he had to say more before a crucio was sent his way. "I was doing important work for the Dark Lord."
"I see so why is there a bite mark on your neck?" She asked in a thickly sweet voice.
Regulus blinked in surprise, not realizing that such a mark existed, and he moved to cover it with his hand. "It's nothing, I had an encounter with a vampire, the filthy beast dared to drink my blood, but I took care of it in a way that any Black would be proud of."
"Crucio."
Regulus fought to keep silent underneath the spell. The spell causing pain in every inch of his body, a fire that was consuming everything. He bit his lip, causing a thin trickle of blood. Regulus was a Black and he could not show weakness. He would not show weakness to his harpy of a mother.
Regulus didn't know how long he was under spell, it could have been seconds or even minutes, but eventually his mother had found enough pleasure in his torture. Stopping before it could do any real damage.
"Next time I'm sure you won't allow one of those filthy beasts to get a drop on you. It would hardly do for you die without first doing your duty for the House of Black."
"Yes mother." said Regulus, ignoring the shaking that was caused by the crucio curse as he bowed. "I do have work to be done for the Dark Lord, so if I may be excused, I have much to research. Unless there is something else that you need me do?"
"No let it not be said that I stood in the way of the Dark Lord. I'm sure I can wait, but I do hope you will come see me when things are done. We do have marriage contracts to go through."
Not a chance thought Regulus.
"Understood." He replied before he headed back to his sanctuary. The books far more welcoming than the other occupations of the house, besides Kreacher of course.
"Kreacher." Regulus called as he sat in one of the chairs when the shaking became too much.
Just as the name passed his lips, the old house elf appeared. He wore old pillow and for an house elf, he hardly looked friendly. His face was home to a permanent scowl that disappeared when he saw Regulus.
"Master Regulus sir."
"Kreacher will your fetch one of the pain reliving potions that Severus sent over? The ones made specifically for cruciatus damage, and after that stay, I have something to talk with you about."
"Anything for master Regulus sir." The house elf murmured, before he disappeared and appeared once more. This time with a vial filled with the potion Regulus had asked for.
Without hesitating, Regulus swallowed the potion whole. The nasty taste that he had long become familiar with danced across his tongue. The pain slowly disappearing.
When the shaking stopped, Regulus breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks Kreacher I needed that." He said before he grabbed a quill and with a quick wave of his wand he transfigured it into a locket. It was near replica of Slytherin's locket according to his resources, but he could only hope that it will match the real thing when the trade takes place.
Then he grabbed another piece of parchment, which he wrote a quick note to the Dark Lord. A note that would be the only proof of his treachery, and his fate.
With everything done, Regulus turned to the fidgeting Kreacher. His eyes soften momentary at seeing the house elf that had basically raised him. The only one who had never truly left him. He knelt down until they were eye to eye.
"Kreacher, I need you to take me to the place where the you and the Dark Lord had gone to a while back." He paused seeing the distressed look on Kreacher's face. "I know it was hardly a pleasant experience, but can you do this for me?"
"Kreacher will do it for kind master." said Kreacher despite his unwillingness to go back, but he held out his spindly hand toward Regulus.
Regulus took the hand and together they apparated from Grimmauld Place.
They appeared in a place next to the sea, where everything seemed to have been tainted by Black magic. It clung thickly to the area leaving no doubt that something was here. The magic pressed heavily against Regulus' own, and he feel it twisting around him, testing him. It was currently passive, but Regulus knew that one false move and that would end.
If he wasn't here for the treasure that laid within its hold, Regulus would have been highly tempted to study the spells. To unravel them for the secrets that they must surely hold.
"Kreacher is sorry, but this is as far as Kreacher could take the young master. " said Kreacher as he began twisting his ears in distress.
"Its fine, we'll just have to make the rest of the way on foot." Regulus looked at the looming rocks and crashing waves with some trepidation. It didn't help that the sky decided to make things harder with the pouring rain and treacherous wind, making it hard enough to see, let alone hear Kreacher's words. "Er, I'll be right behind you, so lead the way my friend."
Kreacher seemed somewhat upset at the idea of leaving Regulus, but he made his way forward.
Regulus followed in the footsteps of his elf, far more slowly than the nimble elf. His heavy robes slowing him down as they seemed to soak in the water. Growing sick of the flapping fabric, he discarded the robe the first opportunity he got. With the robe gone, he found it easier to follow Kreacher, but it was no mean easy. The rocks cut deep into his skin, the salt water managing to get within the open wounds, and if it wasn't for Kreacher, he would have already been apart of the sea.
Reaching the base of the cliff offered some protection from the elements, and knowing from Kreacher, that a blood toll must be paid, he smeared a bloody hand on the rough surface. Ignoring Kreacher's look at the sight of his blood.
As soon as his blood touched the surface, the enchantments began to react. Like a key in a lock, Regulus could see the magic lining up, but instead of a click, a gaping hole appeared.
Pulling out his wand, he whispered "Lumos."
The tip of his wand flared in light from the spell, before Regulus made his way into the tunnel with his house elf. The light could barely penetrate the darkness, and instead it caused the shadows to come to life. They danced around him wanting to drag him within their depths.
He didn't know how long he walked through that winding tunnel, but eventually it opened up to a cavern. The cavern was mostly empty except for a lake that was nearly black. Its waters so still that it could hardly be natural.
Thankfully there was enough light to see without his wand, as his spell seemed to splutter and die. His magic vanishing like mist, and if couldn't feel its power within his veins, he would have believed he had lost his magic. The very power that made him who he was.
"Kreacher how do we get passed the water?"
Kreacher didn't bother to answer, as he moved to the edge of the lake. He began tugging on a thick chain causing ripples to appear over the water. Regulus moved to give his aid, and together they pulled until a boat appeared. A boat that had obviously seen better days.
Together they entered the boat, and without a word of command, it began moving. It reminded Regulus of the Hogwarts boats, but the heavy magic and the dead bodies beneath the surface easily dispelled such a thought. It was merely a sick imitation of something that had filled many wizards with awe.
A fake like Voldemort himself was. A half-blood pretending to be a pureblood.
In the middle of the lake laid an island, and within its center laid a basin on a pedestal. He looked within its depths and there was Slytherin's locket. It was somewhat distorted by the liquid, but it was unmistakable. With silver edges and a snake made of emeralds within the center, it was very Slytherin.
He was pleased that his locket was nearly identical to the real one. All his studying had paid off.
He grabbed the nearby chalice, and Regulus filled to the brim of what would be his first drink. Before he brought the chalice to his lips, Regulus remembered what Kreacher had told him about the effects of the potion.
"Kreacher, I need you to force me drink every little bit of this potion, and once the basin is empty I need you to switch it with this locket." said Regulus as he handed Kreacher the transfigured locket with his free hand.
"But master Regulus sir, Kreacher will drink the potion sir."
"None sense, this is my choice and I will go through with it. I have no life as long as the Dark Lord lives, and I refuse to follow him any longer. As soon as the lockets have been switched I need you to take the real one and leave this place. Do anything in your power, understand?"
"Yes master Regulus."
"Also don't listen to any of my orders while I'm under the throes of the potion, and tell no one what happened here. This is non negotiable."
Kreacher nodded unhappily, the locket held tightly within his hands.
Pleased that Kreacher would follow his orders, he drank the potion without further ado. The first gulp wasn't so bad, but Regulus could feel the faintest affects. A slight burning that seemed to grow with each drink. The past and the present began to blur, his memories coming to the forefront. He lost all sense of reality, held tightly within the grip of the past.
It was the first time that Regulus and Sirius had manage to sneak out of Grimmauld Place and into Muggle London. It was loud compared to wizarding world, everything moving at fast pace. The clothes were hardly appropriate. Then there were these horse-less carriages that speed along a road of black. Their outer shells shining brightly beneath the light of the sun. Sirius was fascinated with the loud bikes that slipped in out of the horse-less carriages with ease. Regulus on the other hand found himself amazed by the differences between Wizard and Muggle worlds. The strange items fascinating to see. He couldn't help but wonder if next time he could get a hold of some books, but when they got home, their smiles had disappeared.
Their mother stood in the entrance way, and her face screwed up in anger.
"Crucio" she had screamed and then Sirius was on the ground screaming in pain. Without thinking he jumped his mother, breaking the spell. She had then looked at him, madness glinting in her eyes. She had turned her wand onto him.
"Crucio" she had shouted and this time it was him who was screaming in pain. A thousand needles piecing his body, everything within its grip in shear agony. He twisted and turn trying to find some relief. His nails clawed at the unforgiving ground, wishing the pain would stop.
"Stop, please stop."
"I'm sorry master Regulus, but Kreacher is a good elf." cried the elf as he forced more of the potion down his throat.
"Slytherin!" Shouted the hat and, the table decorated in green clapped as he sat among them. His tie turning green to show the house that would become his family, but even as Narcissa had congratulated him, he found his eyes his eyes scanning the table decorated in red and gold where his brother sat. When he finally found him, he was talking to his friends and not once did he glance his way.
As soon as he had been able, he had corned Sirius in one of the hallways.
"Sirius" he had said as he latched onto Sirius' arm, and when Sirius turned he froze. Their was nothing of his brother from before Hogwarts. His face was filled with nothing but disgust and contempt, a fierce anger in his gray eyes. It was an expression he had seen, but not once had it been turned towards him.
"Get away from me you snake. I don't associate with Death Eaters in training." sneered Sirius as he yanked his arm from Regulus' grip. He walked away from Regulus, and not once did he turn back.
On that day, Regulus lost his brother, and the darkness within him grew.
It burned. His insides were on fire, and the blood in his very veins seem to boil beneath his skin. In a moment of clarity he wondered how much longer this could continue before he could feel the memories closing in once more.
It was a small muggle town, filled with greenery and well taken care of by its inhabitants. There was a peacefulness that seemed to ooze out of town, which was broken by the wizards. They appeared in Death Eater garb, white malicious masks that glinted in the glow of the raging fires. The muggles took one look at them and ran while a few tried to fight back, others tried to hid in their homes. Trying to be overlooked.
Those who fought were quickly downed by the killing curse.
Regulus and Bellatrix had entered one of the homes, where a family of three had hid. There was a father, a mother, and a little girl who could be no more than nine. At the sight of them, Bellatrix smiled. A distinctively predatory smile.
"Crucio" shouted Bella, and the father fell beneath her curse. His blood curling screams reminding him of Sirius, the man's family forced to watch his agony. To watch as his mind bent beneath the pain. They watched in fear, silent tears failing from their eyes.
Once Bellatrix had enough of her sick amusement, she ended his life with the killing curse. She then turned toward him. "Its your turn little king."
Hesitantly Regulus turned his wand toward the other two. The woman stood in front of her child, despite the fear she felt.
"Please not my child, she just a small girl." The woman pleaded, despite her own fate.
Regulus froze.
She's just a muggle he thought viciously, she nothing but scum, but why did his heart protest. There was nothing different from her and him. If anything she was a better mother than his own. Regulus found himself unwilling to end her life, but one look at Bellatrix changed his mind.
"Avada Kedavra" said Regulus and she fell dead without a sound. Her child screamed in fear and grief. Before the child could even realize her own fate, he quickly fired off another spell ending her life in a flash of green.
"I'm so proud of you, little Reggie. Let's go celebrate." Bellatrix said as she skipped of out of the room high on blood lust, leaving Regulus behind.
"I'm sorry. I know its not worth much, but I will never forget you two as long as I lived. I hope you find kindness in death, and may your next life be better." whispered Regulus brokenly to the two bodies that laid in front of him. Their glassy stares accusing him of his weakness.
If this is what it means to be a Death Eater than I want no part of it. Thought Regulus as he fought down his own tears.
There was so many memories. They piled on top of one another, shifting seamlessly together, creating an never ending nightmare. When he broke free of their hold, all he could think of was the unbearable thirst that gripped his very being. Ignoring his house elf, he dragged his aching body to the lake. Without any hesitation, he drank from their depths.
The ripples from that movement stretched across the lake, growing bigger the further they went. The bodies beneath the lake came to life. They came too him in a group, too many to count. Their far too pale hands with their long nails, clawed at him. With unnatural strength they pulled him into the icy waters. He fought their grip as the water broke him from his memories, but they were far too strong of the weakened wizard. Regulus looked into their empty eyes, and all he could see was the mother and daughter that he had killed. They were there, smiling gently at him and welcoming him within death's grip. Even as his family stood behind them, disappointment lining their features. Though Sirius being Sirius was giving him a thumbs up.
He found himself smiling.
He was finally free.
Yet a pair of red eyes weren't ready to let him go.
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