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Once A Lionheart, Always A Lionheart Prologue: The Boy Who Never Come Back Home


Regulus Arcturus Black closed his eyes, he does not want to die at such a young age and wants to continue on destroying the Horcrux but he trusts that Kreacher can do it.

He just hopes that the elf and his family would not be killed due to his treachery, if ever the monster found out about it.

Hands continue to drag him down and his lungs are burning with his effort to hold some air in a pathetic survival instinct, he's still struggling to resurface but his leg cramped and he just sinks.

The pressure coiled around him, his whole body feels like bursting from the inside. He released his breath and tries to breathe but he just chokes.

Dying is painful.

He'd do anything to live.

He'll be good, he'll turn to the Light. Let his sins be known, defile his image to the public just to bring down his former master. If casting away his beliefs and be known as a Blood Traitor like his brother is what would take to live he'd gladly do so. He'll sway his parents to his side just to keep them safe, his parents would never know the pain of losing another child ever again.

He'll turn his rage and anger to good use, he'll raise Hell to condemn Voldemort. His fury would fan the flames and kept it burning as he damn that monster to death, caged in Inferno for eternity.

He wants to live, to set things right. To somehow save his family and smuggle them out of the United Kingdom if it's too late for salvation.

He wants to live, to hear his father's wit, his mother's nagging, and his brother's booming laugh.

They say that when you die you'll have your life flash before your eyes…

Is he too tainted to not have some form of comfort as he dies? Why is his memories not playing to show his life? Why is pain and the cold his only company?


A beating heart stopped underneath the waves.

Three others grieved for it.

One regrets.

Death picks up a sleeping soul, leading it to Fate. He has a contract to fulfill.

Fate picks up a chess piece, it's an Indigo Knight. Then Fate set its eyes on the Black King, drowned in seawater.

Sitting on a spinning wheel, Fate resumes its course.

Nine months later the sleeping soul awakens and a new heart beats.


Author's Note: I know I should upload another chapter on my other story: Game Changer, but this story hit me like a ton of bricks. I can't ignore it anymore so here's my procrastination story. XD