Time Is Running Out
Disclaimer: It all belongs to J. K. Rowling.
For as long as he could remember Regulus Black had wanted to be a Death Eater. The decoration of his room would prove that to anyone. He wanted to serve the Dark Lord Voldemort and prove to him that he was a worthy servant.
Eventually this dream came true, but all too soon it had come crashing down again, showing him that serving such a cruel Master was far more difficult than he had ever imagined.
Regulus was bound by the mark on his arm and the decision he had made when he was a foolish child. There was no way out for him, only death.
Regulus had hoped to bring death to Voldemort, and maybe, just maybe it was possible.
He had to destroy the Horcrux, that was his only option. Regulus was headed to his doom, and he knew this.
The Dark Lord had always scared Regulus, but he had always respected him, out of the said fear. Until now.
When Kreacher had returned from serving Voldemort and had informed Regulus of what happened in the cave he was disgusted. It would appear that his powerful Dark Lord would do terrible things to achieve his ends, and Regulus couldn't let that happen
As Regulus entered the cave of Voldemort he felt a sense of freedom. Soon, his life would be over. He would no longer have to suffer at the hands of anyone, nor take their life.
Such was an act of Gryffindor bravery, but it also incorporated cunning and slyness, the Slytherin traits his Master adored. It was almost humorously ironic.
Kreacher stood by his side until the end. The most loyal of all companions.
As he drank the Dark Lord's concoction he saw dreadful things; the faces of those he had tortured and killed, their dead bodies. Regulus saw a world ruled by Voldemort, and he saw darkness.
He cried for someone to help him, wishing that they would save him from the pain, but every time he did so Kreacher would reassure him that the ordeal was almost over.
He switched the lockets, and that was that. He remembered ordering Kreacher to leave him and destroy the locket no matter what, but that was all.
The next thing he knew, hands were dragging him into the freezing water, he couldn't breathe, Regulus knew it was the end.
"For the Chosen One" he thought, as the water poured into his lungs.
And then, he died.
Regulus Black: The Death Eater that defied his Master. A hidden hero in a world deceived by lies and darkness. May he rest in peace.
I just felt this song was utterly perfect to express how Regulus felt about Voldemort; The admiration of him in his youth, and then the horror of what he truly was in his final years.
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