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Regulus picked up his quill and started writing his very last letter.

Sirius,

I don't miss you. I never miss you. I miss who you used to be. The one I loved.

You changed. Or maybe you became yourself.

I don't need you. I've never needed someone. But I believed in you when you couldn't yourself.

You put on a mask. You gave up on people that used to matter to us.

You forgot me, and I forgave you.

I don't care anymore. I used to. A lot. I wish I hadn't. I wouldn't have found it hard to do this.

You started anew, but left me behind.

You let go of everyone and everything that was ever yours, so today I let go of you.

I don't hate you. I wish I did. I don't like who you've become, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to hate you.

You became cold, indifferent, and unapproachable.

You stopped caring and now so have I.

But sometimes when I stop to think, I can hear your voice whispering to me while we play hide and seek, sometimes I see you running down the dark corridors of our house, sometimes I can feel your presence behind me, sometimes you laugh, sometimes you joke and sometimes you simply smile. But somehow I never seem to forget you even though I know you probably have.

Despite this I hope when you meet me on the other side, we can start over. I hope we can be brothers again.

~Regulus Arcturus Black

Regulus put the quill away and handed the parchment to Kreacher who kept it safely away. With the fake locket now in hand he turned to Kreacher, closed his eyes and said "Let's go."

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