Constant Vigilance!

by Padsy'n'Prongsie

Skylar sat by the lake, deep in thought. A black dog with shaggy fur raced up to her, panting. "Maybe I could tell you why I'm sitting here, after all, it's not like you could tell anyone else..." At least that's what she thought. NOW COMPLETE. Sequel: Visiting Padfoot - UP NOW Sequel: Constant Vigilance The Sequel UP NOW

25. Chapter 25: Regulus Black INTERLUDE

Chapter 25: Regulus Black INTERLUDE

Regulus POV

Being the youngest son is never easy. It's even worse in my family where my parents worshipped the changes Voldemort had brought. They agreed with his views of keeping magic within the pureblood lines and expected us to join him. At first, I agreed with them. Enthralled by the idea of power, I had been eager to join him.

Since my brother had disappointed them by refusing to and running away, they expected even more of me. It seemed that I had to fulfill the expectations they'd had, not only of me, but of my brother Sirius as well.

Indeed, they were proud that I'd accepted the Dark Mark and had joined the Dark Lord. Yet Sirius had always been brighter, more intelligent, more resourceful. And I couldn't help but be resentful towards him.

When we were younger, we had been closer. But as soon as I made it clear that I admired anything about the Dark Lord, he had shunned me, disgusted.

But the main reason I felt angry was because he had deserted me and had let me join something I wasn't even sure I really believed in.

At school, I was often misjudged as Sirius Black's polar opposite, while in fact, we were a lot more alike than one would think.

For instance, we both could be really passionate about something we believed in. We both were loyal towards people and causes we cared for. We certainly looked alike.

Same black hair, same grey eyes, about the same height. But while he had the strong build of a Beater, I was thin and wiry - the perfect Seeker.

And though I'd claim otherwise to anyone, I really missed him and I could have used his advice on many things.

Recently, for instance, I'd been growing uneasy about the activities of the Dark Lord. I knew that I couldn't ask my parents about it. They would never want to listen to something like this.

I had a few suspicions about what Voldemort was planning and doing. If it became clear that my suspicions were correct, then I knew that I couldn't stand among the ranks of his Death Eaters. I knew that it would mean my death, but it did not look like I had any choice anymore. If it went like this, I'd be scared to death.

I wish I'd never joined.

I wish I could talk to my brother now.

I wish Sirius had taken me with him.