Written for Life (450 word min, Secret, Dedicated)
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Regulus Black had always thought himself dedicated to the family and its beliefs. He'd made it his mission to be the perfect son for his parents; as opposed to his older brother's neglect of the family ties. He followed the expected rules, did what he was told, devoted his life to the eradication of Muggles and Mudbloods alike. Regulus was faithful to a T, abiding by every statute in place.
It was no surprise really whenever he'd joined the Death Eaters. The Black family was proud in their bloodlines, and Regulus was proud to uphold the legacy of his ancestors. He had put himself in the ranks of Death Eater without second thought because there had been no need to. They stood for everything his family did. Believed in the things he believed in. They had meaning, a cause and would make a difference. If there was any group that could finally rid the world from the waste of Muggle blood, it was the Death Eaters and their leader Lord Voldemort.
At least Regulus had once believed it to be so.
He'd been so blind to join up with this army. It wasn't that he no longer believed in their cause, because he had never believed in it more than he did now. The Muggle filth was quickly descending upon their way of life and it had never been clearer than now.
Regulus had believed in this Dark Lord with all of his heart. He had been honored to follow the man who would cleanse the world, until he learned the secret the Dark Lord had been keeping.
A half-blood. A filthy half-blood was at the head of the most powerful army Regulus knew of. A half-blood was campaigning for the eradication of Muggle blood. A half-blood was allowing his dirty, grimy, soiled blood to seep into the pureness of proper wizardry families such as Regulus'. It was a mockery to the Wizarding World.
Regulus must have been the only one who knew the Dark Lord's secret. He wanted to spread the news. Wanted to out the filth for what he was, but he knew better. He knew that should he show signs of his knowledge that he would be killed swiftly. Should he be able to speak before that, he doubted anyone would really believe him. The Dark Lord had too much power, too much prestige to be a half-blood, and Regulus knew that would be used against him. He couldn't let this filth keep up his act though. He refused to follow that garbage any further than he already had.
And follow he would no longer do. As Regulus watched the great Lord out of the corner of his eye, he knew he'd have to bide his time. He'd have to play the dutiful soldier for now. But when the time came, and Regulus knew that time would come, he would remove this stain from the sight of the pure world.