Nothing But A Death Eater.
It felt like he was falling.
Endless.
Soundless.
It wasn't much.
But would he be remembered as a tratior, or a hero?
He died for something noble, a worthy cause.
But would his brother view him that way?
Why would he.
He was nothing but a Death Eater to him.
He drifted farther down this cruel lake with the bodies of those who have passed before him.
After what seem a century, Regulus Black was dead.
The icy potion had weakened him to where the infiri could latch their filthy hands on him.
But he was nothing but A Death Eater.
A/N Hey, Wolf Patronus here, What did you think? I know, It's rather short, But i thought some people may want to read it. Reviews are welcome! Also, Should a start a chapter series? It is Next gen with Albus S./OC? Tell me that to if you could, I'll try to figure out when i'll be able to update! Hope you liked the story!