Air
Regulus pressed his palm against the grimy cave wall, heart hammering. He was so close to destroying some of the Dark Lord. "What now, Kreacher?"
The house-elf whimpered. "Blood."
"Sectumsempra," Regulus whispered. Red blood spurted out of his hand. So close to death.
The basin was just as Kreacher had foretold. Regulus took a deep breath, willing his shaking hands to still, then dipped the goblet into the frothing potion.
He saw Kreacher grab the locket before the water closed over his face. He couldn't breathe. He needed air. He needed to escape! He couldn't reach the surface…
So close…
