Baby Brother, Regulus
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
This is inspired for the Monologue challenge on the Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful challenge. 373 words.
Honestly, I don't know what to do. I thought that you were annoying, sour, short tempered, and a few other choice words. But you were my brother, yeah it didn't always seem like we were brothers but rather enemies chained in the same horrid house. I treated you very cruel, rather through pranks or harsh words. I shouldn't have, I see that now. I was the older, Gryffindor brother that our parents despised and you were the younger, Slytherin boy who was like a saint to them. I like to believe now that our arguments and rage were just sibling rivalry increased by our circumstances. Maybe that's the truth but I feel like I wasn't the best older brother I should have been. I remember promising before Mum gave birth to be the best sibling. I guess I messed that promise up to every possible extent. I love you though. I didn't think for the longest time I could say that aloud…I thought I would never move past the rage and I felt like even if I did you would laugh in my face. However, when that darned house elf came to me, I knew my world was going to change for the worst because he was pleasant. Actually, that's a stretch of the word, but he was certainly more pleasant to talk to than he ever was before. He told me, shaking and his eyes brimming with tears that you were gone, forever, unmoving and lost. I miss you. I can't believe all of what you did. I found out through your journals and Kreacher, however the later made me preform a Unbreakable Vow that I never tell anyone else what he told me that day, I still found out what you did. Don't worry I won't tell a soul. I don't think I'll have the time to anyway.
Currently I am trying to do my best to follow your footsteps and stand my ground against the Dark Lord. Unfortunately, I have to say good bye right now but I will speak to you some other day. Until I die, I am forever yours, my baby brother, Regulus.
Oh and yes the flowers I put on your grave are your favorite: wisteria.