Down for Whatever – The Summer Obsession

"Hey Reg – I'm bored."

"What do you want to do?" the raven hair-teen sighed, looking up from his copy of Quidditch through the ages.

"You choose."

"As long as it'll entertain you right?"

"Well – it'd help," the straw-haired teen remarked.

"No."

"Pardon?"

"You think the things I like are boring," Regulus shrugged, "There's no point."

"I said I don't mind – today you can choose."

"First one to the Quidditch pitch is a Gryffindor!"

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Breathing - Yellowcard

Trapped. He was trapped. He could here the noises all around him. He tried to open his eyes. They wouldn't open! He began to panic, thrashing and fighting to be away from the noise that was enveloping him. Something was touching him – soft and creeping – deadly. NO! Where was he? His heart wasn't beating in his chest. He couldn't get away. What was happening? A woman – coming closer and killing him. He was a waste of space, useless, feeble little Regulus Black – the one who would never live up to the family name. Killing him. Killing him.

"REG WAKE UP!"

Calloused hands, pale skin, sandy hair. Barty. Safe.

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XO – Fall out Boy

Walking in dark shadows and men in cloaks, then flashes of light, fire, screams. A hand wrapping around his own pulling him from the attack of the aurors. Torture curses – in his defence. The aurors returned fire. His own wand slashes, a man falls. A chuckle from his fellow. Staggering into an alleyway, the back seat of a burnt out car, laughing. A bottle of something that hits stronger than fire whiskey. Fleeting words. Smiles and faded inhibitions. Clasped hands. Sincere promises. Almost kisses that he can't seem to make reach. Next morning sunrises. Faded memories. Sly smiles. Black hoods. Another joke on the ministry.

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4: AM Forever – Lostprophets

A black letter. A black owl. He'd seen these before. It meant a black day. How bad could it be though? He was Barty Crouch – he didn't through around his cares. We regret to inform you… this disappearance…

Regulus A. Black

NO. He hadn't waited. Had he believed the idea could work? Had he gone on that damn suicide mission? NO!

The world slowed to a stop around him.

Hadn't Barty told him to wait it out? A few more moths and they'd be in the clear! One stupid fight shouldn't have sent Reg that far. He should have waited. Barty had written his apology. A letter that would never be read.

Regulus Black wasn't coming back.

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Vindicated – Dashboard Confessional

'THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC – "ALL DEATH EATERS WILL BE CAUGHT"'

"Do you think we were asking for trouble?"

"Barty your one of the most intelligent people I know – of course we were."

"So we're going to Azkaban…"

"You're being stupid again Barty."

"What are you talking about – you know what they do to Death Eaters as well as I do."

"Why do you think I've been packing?"

"Packing?"

"I'm not sticking around while we get caught."

"SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO RUN AWAY!"

"Barty – it isn't safe to stick around."

"SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LEAVE AND DROP ME IN IT – FUCK YOU!"

CRACK!

"BARTY! – I meant for us both…"