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Title: (non)Reckless

Summary: Shadows settle on the place, that you left. Our minds are troubled by the emptiness. Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time. From the perfect start to the finish line. Drabble. Regulus thinks and remembers and whishes.

Rating: T for cursing

Gender: Angst – Hurt/Comfort – Family

Paring: None


(non)Reckless

When they were little they used to play together.

Sometimes they will play pranks on their cousins. Bellatrix will scream bloody murder and probably hit them. Andromeda will be mad at them and also hit them only that her punches and kicks were lighter, teasing. Narcissa will cry and yell. They would always get in trouble and Sirius, the older one, will always take the blame. And he never went down without a fight. He would throw tantrums that with the years became fights with yells, punches, thrown dishes and the slamming of doors. It was not pleasant.

And with the years they became apart.

Sirius was the hotheaded one, not him. He was the sarcastic, pessimist and shadow one. Sirius was just so… Gryffindor. Or Gryffindork. Seriously, no pun intended, Sirius was a dork, or a moron, or both. He was reckless, the wild youth. And their mother was not happy with it. Hell, she was not happy since Sirius tie was red and not green. He never said anything about it, the Sorting Hat knows what he is doing, does he? But he really was a moron that could not be denied.

So Sirius was the famous and noticeable of the two of them, sunny, happy, couragues Gryffindor while he, the youngest, just blended in the shadows. Not because he wanted to be dark and secretive, he liked there. There he had no so many glares, responsibilities and questions.

The questions began when Sirius left their home. Why their parents never cried like he did? Why they punish him for doing it? And more important: Why he left? Nobody answered that one, and nobody talked about Sirius again. Except the night when he took the Dark Mark. "You are better than your traitor brother" his mother told him. She and his father had been so proud and he had been in so much pain. The branding really hurt. After that, the missions for the Dark Lord began. The killing, the hurting, the cursing, the torturing… Was he really better than his brother? Was the fight worth? Did the Dark Lord was really right? He answered that himself.

Clearly the answer had been no and yes. He, Regulus Arcturus Black, was no better than his brother. And yes the Dark Lord was really wrong.

A brief thought of his mother crossed his mind. Dear woman, she'll have a heart attack when (if) they realized that he was betrayed everything. She had two sons that went against her. Perhaps she will forgive and understand him.

Perhaps Sirius will also do it one day.


A really quick drabble. Nothing much, just Regulus thinking about his life and the irony. The part of his mother, I can't help but think in Blink 182 and Adam's song. "Please tell mom this is not her fault". I mean, it was kind of her fault that Regulus and Sirius were like that, but I think that the song could be talking abouth Regulus' treason to the Dark Lord and the Black family, like "Mother please forgive me."

-VD.