I Need You To See Past The Worst Part Of Me

by FiresFromOurHearts

Sirius Black died thinking that his brother was a Death Eater, evil (at least, to Sirius' mind). Regulus died doing something he thought would help redeem himself (to who? his brother?) but knowing that it would probably go unknown. They both meet up after death. This details what happened. (Poem form but can be read normally just written in broken lines)

Poem regarding Regulus' sacrifice that went largely unknown, his meeting with Sirius after they had both died, and when Harry told Sirius the truth.

I need you to see past the worst part of me – from Broken Arrows by Daughtry

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He died knowing that it would go
unknown and he goes alone. The
danger was there, ignored, disregarded
for there was something more. It
was not about light or dark or
good brother and bad brother. It
was that he had never been given a
choice because he was a Black and
that was that. The heir had left and
although he was 'perfect', it was
not him they had wanted. Someone
who spoke up was wished for, someone
who would stand up for the Black family,
and it was not him, second best. Maybe
being in Gryffindor had been a problem,
but it could've been good. Yet the elder
scorned them and changed. He left
his brother alone. Alone he went,
into a cave vastly unknown. Knowing,
as he did, that he would die and none
would know. He looked up to his brother,
as all younger siblings tend to do. Unnoticed
and belittled, he would do this for his
brother and not for himself. Not for
the Blacks and not for anyone else.
He was Slytherin and petty and
selfish and he would do this
if only so his brother would
love him once again.
And
So
He
Died.

Years later, they meet,
changed once again and
alike to strangers for
all their shared blood. The
elder one did not know of
the other's sacrifice and
the younger was too
proud to share and too
scared to speak. Hatred
spoke but something was
different, whether it was
the fact they had changed
or the unspoken words that
laid in the silence. The younger
then did speak, for he could
do this and he had always
wished, wanted, to have his
brother proud of him. He explained
what he had done, what he had caused,
and how he had always loved his
brother, his role model. He was ignored
and ridiculed and called attention-seeker
and liar. Maybe that had been him
once but it was he no longer. Had
they met him in life perhaps
he would now know that
he was different. Alas, death
had pulled them together but
it was choices and ignorance that
had torn them apart. Hatred and
prejudice was hard to change and
minds set in ways rarely differed
from their thoughts. They had
all the time for nothing could
take them apart.
And
So
He
Waited.

Time does go again in life
and in death. Others come
and sometimes they go elsewhere
or decide to leave. Yet, still
they come and so the Saviour
eventually came and was
greeted with love and cheers,
those who knew him in life
and those who did not, alike,
treated him with love. The
younger brother was apart
but not, and did not go near
for he was suspected of
being evil but was the unseen
betrayal and the knife in one's
back. Yet it was the Saviour who
came near and spoke to him,
thanked him for his sacrifice
and telling him they had won
and he was one of the reasons
they had. He almost cried, for
once being believed and going
noticed and known, no longer
alone. The elder brother approached
him, uncertain and unsure. He
apologised and joked, and maybe
it was not overly sincere and didn't
make up for everything. Love made
them blind and it was love that had
made him die.
And
So
He
Forgave.