This story contains slash in later years, abuse and rape.

I dont own Harry Potter

Harry Potter and the Path to Slytherin Year 1

Chapter 1

"Kreacher." A popping sound was heard and a ruffed up looking house elf appeared.

Regulus thought that he looked to be in bad shape, he looked at Kreacher with great concern.

Regulus had just gotten an order from the dark lord saying that he was to kill his brother, Sirius Black.

Regulus was the last of the Black familiy, since his brother, Sirius Black, ran away when he was 16, he was disowned by his family and had his name blown off of the Black familiy tree, Regulus had to take the dark mark, he had to have done that Sirius was supposed to, but didn't cause he ran away.

Regulus didn't want the dark mark and thought that it wasn't right, but he had to push that aside in order to do what his parents wanted him to.

Regulus was easyly able to believe all that his mother had told him cause his parents had said that all half bloods, blood traitors, mugglels and muggle-borns were all filth and all beneath them, and he started to believe them, of course his brother had tried to tell him otherwise, but because Sirius ran away when he was 16 his parents were able to tell him differently, and it had really hurt Regulus when Sirius ran away, he didn't want his brother to leave him, when he had, Regulus had gone to his room and cried himself to sleep, silently.

Sirius had abondoned them and Regulus himself.

He knew that he had made a huge mistake on getting the dark mark.

He felt that his brother was stolen from him. Regulus was really hurt when Sirius never spent any time with him.

Regulus had had no friends, but there were the people he played Quiditch with, he spoke with them but wasn't really friends with them.

He knew that he might not make it so he would go to the library and found something really interesting about why the dark lord was immortal, so he looked up horicuxes and found out that you could divide your soul as much as you wanted and thought that he had just found a week spot.

Regulus was in his sixth year of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He looked through all of those books and started to search for them.

Then he came back to the present and tried to give Kreacher some water to swallow down, and the elf complide and guzzled it down.

"Thankyou, master Regulus." Kreacher looked really gratefull to him.

"Your welcome, Kreacher."

Regulus told Kreacher that he had to take him to a certain kind of orphanage, the one that the dark lord grew up in, so the house elf transported them both their.

Regulus told Kreacher to stay behind him while he went to check the place out and decided to go to the back and found a boat. "We should get into the boat, Kreacher." both teen and elf climed into the boat, Regulus trying to keep the boat steady so that Kreacher could get inside.

Inside the boat were two oars and Regulus grabbed them both and road them across the bank. When he got there he climbed out, indicating that Kreacher should do the same.

When they walked up to the entrance Regulus tried to get in but couldn't. Kreacher explained it to him and Regulus drew some blood from his skin and put it over the entrance and the cave door opened and they both went inside.

The cave was dark and danky, Regulus was extreamly weary and looked around.

They walked some more and saw another boat, and Regulus knew that both he and Kreacher had to go into it.

When Regulus got out there was a river and something at the bottom.

Kreacher told Regulus that he had to drink it when the dark lord forced him and Regulus had thought that that was mean and that he shouldn'tve made Krecher drink that but that was the dark lord, cold and ruthless.

Regulus decided that he was going to drink the water their and then give the horocux to Kreacher.

Regulus didn't like the taste of it and thought that the taste was really sickening, and was starting to get really weak. He finally got to the bottom and handed the horicux over to Kreacher. "Kreacher," said Regulus in a really weak voice, "I want you to take this necklace and destroy it, and stay at 12 Grimrauld Place where its safe." those words were all before he fell in and all these things were attacking him.

Kreacher tried to get to him in time but just as he was almost there, Regulus got pulled down.

Kreacher started to cry and ball his eyes out, he stayed there for quite a while.

Kreacher went back to number 12 Grimauld Place and placed the horicux inside a draw and closed it again and saw a baby inside a nursery and looked at him.

For some reason Kreacher returned back inside the cave at the back of the orphange.

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Regulus struggled really weakly under the water and somehow after a while he got out.

Heaps of water came out of him and he didn't remember who he was and just barley noticed someone take him out of that place.

Kreacher had taken him and tried to bring him back to health, giving him everything that he could think of.

Kreacher had given him all sorts of potions to help him and was really distressed that he was still so out of it.

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A year later Regulus was getting better and finally remembered who he was and Kreacher had told him that his parents had died and held Regulus's baby brother out to him and told him that his name was Arrister Black.

Regulus had taken him and thanked Kreacher and traveled discreatly so as not to get caught by Voldemort.

Regulus found out some time later that the Potters had been killed and his brother, Sirius had been put in azkaban prison and would have gotten him out if it weren't for the fact that he had to have people still think that he was dead and so he knew he couldn't do anything, even though he knew that Sirius was innocent, cause he knew that his brother would never do anything to betray the Potter family.

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A little baby got dropped off at the front of a house on the front of a doorstep. The baby was sound asleep, who didn't know what was going on in the world. Didn't even know that his parents were dead.

A big fat beefy man went out to get the paper. When he got out, to his terrifying surprise he saw a baby wrapped in a blanket. He scowled at it. It was his wife's sister's baby. What was that stupid little freak doing here?! "Petunia!" he roared, not caring at all to whether he had woken the baby or not.

"What?!"

"Come Here!"

Petunia Dursley came storming down the hallway. She was trying to feed her precious little Dudders. As soon as she came to a stop she screamed. On her doorstep was her abnormal freakish nephew.

"What shall we do with the freakish little brat?" he asked sharply.

"Well he's most defiantly not staying here. He'll be a complete menace." She growled.

"How about we send him to the orphanage" he started to smirk at all the horrible things he'd have to endure while staying there. By the looks of things his wife was coming to the same idea.

"You'll have to hurry Vernon, I don't want the neighbours to see him."

So Vernon drove all the way to the orphanage and just gave the little brat to them.