Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: I didn't feel as though Regulus was an active supporter in Lord Voldemort's reign until after he began following around Rabastian and his brother. So I wanted it to be subtle, I wanted him not to truly know what he was getting into. That's how it works out in my head. I don't see Rabastian as a threat until Voldemort. They are just kids. I explain too much, yet again. Just read. And do review. -Delta
Chapter Seven
Regulus is not fond of mornings.
Rabastian is as enthusiastically insane as ever, his hands waving around his fork animatedly.
The mention of a shiver inducing name they'd only heard in adults' whispers makes Severus stiffen severely, his eyes onyx daggers that glint in the oncoming sun.
"Keep quiet you imbecile."
"So you do know."
"I said, tie your mouth shut or I will do it for you, Rabastian."
"But you know, Severus."
"And?"
He spit the words as if they were venom he were sucking from an enemies leg.
"So you have to tell us."
"The bloody hell I do."
"We want to join."
Regulus catches on only long enough for the last second of the conversation, and out of nothing but curiosity, he has the audacity to ask,
"Join what?"
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