Hiya! Okay so this is just a little oneshot portraying what could have been going on in Regulus Black's head when the time he was to take the dark mark was approaching.

Discalimer: I Own Nothing.

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Regulus sat opposite the great lake beneath the foliage of a thick, aged, oak tree. Not that being spotted would be an issue, as it was the dead of night and all were no doubt asleep, where he too should be at this hour. Yet, instead, here he was, out in the icy grounds, his breath billowing out in small clouds of white, stars twinkling up above in the cloudless sky. He shivered as a gentle breeze danced across his bare skin, goosebumps prickling on pale unblemished skin. An despondent long-suffering sigh escaped his plump pink lips.

Tomorrow he was to catch the train home and in three days, he would stand before the Dark Lord and take the Mark. "An honour," his parents said with predatory smiles.

Yet, he did not feel it was such. He felt no joy or pleasure in the news or even the satisfaction of being worthy and defending their family's purity. More and more often, he found himself becoming despairing of the life and ideal that his family led. Of their hatred towards muggleborns and half-bloods.

But, what choice did he have? They were all he had.

His big brother had long since cut all ties with the family and in-doing so had ended their relationship; branding him the same as their parents. "Their perfect little puppet", were the words last words his brother spoke to him.

'Looks like you were right Siri... I could never have courage to do what you did and leave.' With another sigh, Regulus stood and began his solitary journey back to the castle and to the Snake's Den where he belonged... by accident of birth.