The fog swept across the ice winter floor which led to a dark, wooden cave that stood high above it's ground with a house elf standing by the front. Kreacher looked at the man in front of him with deep regret of ever coming to this horrid place again. But the man swept his dark hair from his eyes and stopped in his tracks as he started to enter the cave, he smiled at little Kreacher.
"Promise me you'll do everything I tell you to do, Kreacher." Regulus Black whispered. "And Promise me you'll take the locket home and destroy it."
Kreacher's dark brown eyes looked up at him with tears drowning across the house elf's eyelids. "I-I Promise …" Little Kreacher croaked, finding it hard to hold back his own tears.
"Tell the others, Kreacher (Don't cry!) Tell the others that the Death Eaters tracked me down – killed me slowly yet I fought like a true Black, a rightful warrior – though I couldn't win."
Kreacher nodded slowly, with a tear flying down his slimy cheek, accompanied by another, and another. Finally Kreacher was on his knees, stamping his fist in the ground crying his little heart out.
"Okay, get up." Regulus muttered helping Kreacher to his feet as he sniffed back his tears which were now on the ground as cold as ice. And Regulus started to ignore the tears falling from Kreacher's eyes.
Drip.
He was walking closer and closer into his death and the cave made him shudder with interest as he stared out into the lake, dead in his tracks and he saw the small little island in the center of the lake with another silver cup on its center.
Drip.
He retrieved his wand and pointed it directly toward the cup. "Accio Cup!" He shouted and with a shock of darkness, what looked like a corpse jumped from the green water and aimed itself toward Regulus, only landing itself back into the lake.
Drip.
So he can't summon the cup to his hands and quickly get out of here. He must get pass the water somehow. Must he sacrifice himself to give Kreacher the locket? Yet, Voldemort didn't sacrifice Kreacher for the locket – he simply left him to die with the Inferi for his own sense of humor.
Drip.
Luckily, he had sent his Panther Patronus to Kreacher in time to order him home, so he dissapparated back to him – and ever since, he's seemed revenge to destroy all of the Horcruxes. Yet he never relished it would kill to only destroy one Horcrux. So now Kreacher can finish the rest off as he destroys the locket.
Drip.
"Kreacher, I demand you to stop crying!" Regulus snapped with his voice deep with anger, as he turned his head around at the sobbing house elf.
Kreacher sniffed in his tears and wiped his nose with his dirty robes and stood there silent, and just as he did so Regulus had managed to turn his head around and see a boat sitting there at the edge of the lake.
"Ah ha!" Regulus cheered as he softly tugged Kreacher alongside with him and they climbed into the boat. They both started to steer themselves across the lake and close toward the cup. He noticed the Inferi staring at him madly and Kreacher hungrily.
Kreacher whimpered. "Master, why must you destroy the Dark Lord?"
"He has done bad things in the past, Kreacher. And I must stop them." Regulus said, that was barely a whisper. "You promised me to do whatever I say, didn't you?"
"Yes, master."
"I am going to drink what is in that cup." He replied quickly, trying not to waste much time. "And if I try to stop – force me to continue."
"Y-Yes, master."
"Thank you, Kreacher."
Finally, the boat came to a halt and they both climbed out if it, Regulus came Kreacher a small, loving wink before he took his first gulp of the liquid inside the cup. There was a giant bang and a flash of light.
He suddenly found himself in the great hall, surrounded by the gang of Slytherins he used to hang around with in his third year – many of them included Barty Crouch Junior and Rudolphus Lestrange. He saw Sirius running toward him.
"So you've turned into one of them?" Sirius cried.
"What are you implying, Sirius?" Regulus replied, acting calm.
"You're becoming a Death Eater?!" Sirius yelled in horror. "It's criminal! Voldemort won't want somebody like you fighting for him."
"You're just upset because I beat your friend James in Quittich." Regulus chuckled.
There was another flash of white light and he was back at the cave, dripping in sweat, halfway through the drink with Kreacher standing by his side, telling him to drink so he took a giant gulp and swallowed the rest of the liquid and there was another flash of bright light.
He found himself in his death eater robes, his mask off and his wand pointing at a younger woman who was squirming across the floor, crying for help. He looked around and saw he was in a hallway full of black bricks, swallowing the brightness of light.
"Kill the filthy Mudblood, Black." Hissed Voldemort's voice behind him.
He regretted what he was going to do and without warning he shot green light from his wand and it the woman square on the face – killing her instantly. He heard Voldemort's maniacal laugh, forcing him to commit his first murder.
The memory finished and he was on the floor of the island, looking up at Kreacher and the empty cup. He watched as Kreacher grabbed the real locket from inside the cup and softly put it in his own robes; he then retrieved a fake locket and replaced it.
He felt like he was being followed by Dementors as he was being pulled into the lake by various Inferi, crying his name softly. "Leave… Kreacher, … L-Leave." He had managed to yell as he was thrown into the water. He saw Kreacher disappear into the darkness and his last thought was of how Kreacher would destroy the locket. And how he would destroy the rest of the Horcruxes.
He felt one of the Inferi's arms grab his neck by the throat and started twisting it to his right side – he let it snap his neck willingly.