The Locket of Salazar Slytherin
No, this is not possible... not at all...
Regulus' breath caught in his throat. He had just watched Bellatrix carry a small goblet. After living in the Black house for 16 years, Regulus had become attuned to dark magic. And the magic emanating from the goblet was so dark that Regulus staggered back.
The young heir of the Black house hurriedly apparated back to his house. His parents were at Gringotts and Regulus was alone at home. Ever since Sirius had left-
No. He would not dwell on that. What has passed, has passed. Sirius would never come back.
Footsteps echoed in the empty house as a figure walked briskly to the library. The figure slipped inside the huge room and walked straight to the shelf at the farthest corner. He scanned the bookshelf with his alarmed eyes, his hands touching the covers of every book.
"Where is the damned book?" Regulus muttered in irritation. His hand suddenly stopped. Between two thick tomes, there was a small gap.
With nimble fingers he had acquired by being a seeker, he pulled out a thin and small books. He blew the dust off and his heart skipped a beat as he read the title of the book written in gold cursive handwriting.
The Darkest of All Arts
His body trembling and his mind racing, the raven haired teen opened the book. As if some spirit was guiding him, the wind blew and turned the pages marked Horcruxes.
He read the chapter. He wanted to scream, to retch, to run away, but he could not do it. The life of his parents depended on him. It was really vile. How could a person willingly tear their soul in portions? It was unbelievable. It was truly twisted and dark. It was something that not even the wildest nightmares could have.
Sirius was right. The Dark Lord was not someone in whom he should trust. He did not eve have a complete soul for crying out loud! In those moments of horror, something hit Regulus.
The Dark Lord needed and elf. Regulus had volunteered Kreacher. The old elf had come back in a horrible condition. That meant, the locket was a horcrux and the Dark Lord wanted to hide.
At that very moment, Regulus Arcturus Black decided that he would make Kreacher confess everything and destroy the Horcrux.
The Dark Lord was not someone who deserved to live.
A/N: My take on how Regulus found out about the locket. Sure, maybe I'll expand this idea someday.
Written for the Best Character chosen at the Hogwarts Oracle.
Words: 403 (Only content)
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Lots of love,
Alice