You're not really hoping for Gryffindor, are you? You're just trying to mess with mum and dad, like always.
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It doesn't matter if we're in different houses. We'll stay close. You're still Sirius, my brother, and no one could stop you from doing what you wanted.
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You know, they say a lot of things about you, Sirius. They say you're mad. They say you face that Whomping Willow every month with your friends. They say you almost got someone killed. But that can't be true. You wouldn't do something like that.
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You can't have meant that. The Death Eaters are doing what's necessary. We've known that since we were kids. You have to know that, deep down. You'll come around.
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That wasn't really you leaving home. Because, despite everything that's happened, you wouldn't leave me here, not with mum's fits and dad's pressure. You're coming back for me, aren't you?
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I don't care what you'd say about the mark on my arm. You just don't get it—never have. You gave up on me. Nothing you say would be valid.
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Last night I made someone go mad, Sirius. Don't get a big head, but you knew it'd end like this all along, didn't you? Why didn't you fight me? Shake me, slap me, yell at me? Why did you leave me to find out the hard way?
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It wouldn't be that hard to figure out what I did, but that doesn't really matter. I lost you years ago, and you have no reason to go looking for my quiet act of redemption. We're too far gone. But I like to think, in a different world, you'd be proud.
You're not lost to me yet. You're still just a boy. There's time for you to choose red over green, and then we can rebel together.
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I'm just fine with the three friends next to me. I don't need a brother, especially not one who trusts the words of parents like ours.
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I could tell you everything, Regulus. I could tell you about the furry little problem living in my dorm, and how much I love it. But you'd scream monster and blast it to bits before I finished my sentence.
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There's no reason for me to feel guilty. I just spoke the truth about Death Eaters, hoping you'd hear it. You have to have heard it, deep down. You'll come around.
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It was your choice. You chose to believe them over me. You chose not to stand up and defend me. Sorry I won't stay for someone who doesn't even trust me!
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I'm in a resistance now, and it's the safest I've ever felt. I hear you finally got the mark mum and dad have been pushing on you since birth. Don't hold me or them responsible when it burns.
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I didn't come to the funeral. I lost you years before your death, and when I cry, it's the old Regulus I cry for, the one you never let out.
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Is there a heaven and a hell? There's no time left to wonder. But I feel like a dumb child as I die, still wishing I could've made up with my little brother.