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Warning for mentions of canon torture. Also, a slight bit out character for Sirius who is playing the part of the angel and devil on Regulus's shoulders. Word count is 1,362. I hope you all enjoy The Devil and Angel on Regulus's Shoulder.
It isn't easy being the angel on someone's shoulder. Especially when that shoulder just happened to belong to Regulus Black. Regulus was a strange boy in the way that he saw me and my devilish counterpart as his older brother. Sirius.
Sirius Black was no angel for certain but that fact didn't matter one bit. As far as being an angel or a devil on someone's shoulder you had to be the person that they would go to for advice. And for Regulus that meant that we, me and my devil counterpart, were Sirius.
"Hello, sweetie," came the sly voice of my counterpart.
I looked over to see the charming grin on the demon's face. He wasn't much like the normal depiction of a devil. Which meant that Regulus was keeping true to form with his versions of good Sirius and bad Sirius. The long curtain of black that hung around bad Sirius's face was styled so you knew he was a bad boy type. His grey eyes were the color of a raging storm. He looked the epitome of everything a good pureblood boy was not supposed to be.
"Please refrain from calling me sweetie, Bad Sirius," I said, folding my arms over my chest. I could see him over there making faces at me on Regulus's other shoulder. "What are you doing here? We all know that Regulus is going to do what is right from his family's point of view."
"Do we now?" Bad Sirius asked, glaring daggers at me a hint of the devil within coming out of him.
"You guys, could you please be quiet for a moment," Regulus said, letting out a pent-up breath as he stared at the piece of paper in front of him. It was completely blank.
"What do you need our help deciding today?" I asked, looking towards the furrowed brow of the one who I was to guide in the path of light. "We are always here to help you, Regulus, you do know that? Right?"
Regulus nodded, jostling us both a bit. Me and my counterpart.
"Well?" Bad Sirius said, looking pointedly at Regulus. "Out with it! What's got you in a tizzy now, Reg?"
Regulus took another deep breath and I could tell that he was close to tears. Regulus had always been a caring person. Which led me to believe that this had something to do with the house-elf that had been given to the Dark Lord to help with something.
"This has something to do with Kreacher, doesn't it?" I asked, sounding as sympathetic as I could. I put a gentle hand upon his cheeks as a sadness came to his eyes.
"Yes," Regulus said, taking another calming breath. "I didn't know that what the Dark Lord wanted Kreacher for would be dangerous. Or that it could cost him his life. If I'd have known I wouldn't have…"
"You would have," Bad Sirius said, chuckling. "A good Pureblood boy does what's told after all, right? Wasn't that why I was kicked out of the house?"
"You weren't kicked out of the house, you ran away," I said, glaring over at my counterpart. "How badly was Kreacher injured?"
"Pretty badly," Regulus said, frowning. "But what should I do about?"
"He's the Dark Lord," Bad Sirius said, jumping up and down on Regulus's shoulder to get his attention away from me. "You should be pleased that he asked for your help and didn't go to one of the others. He could have gone to Avery, MacNair, or any other man or woman in the group including our cousin Bellatrix. But he didn't do that. He went to you for help this and now you're going to stand there…."
"Don't let him influence you, he's full of hot air and wouldn't know the solution to a problem if it bit in the behind," I said, knowing that I was talking loud enough for my counterpart to hear. I didn't care if he heard or not. "Do you want to know what I would, Regulus?"
"Yes, Sirius," he said, looking back towards me.
"If he succeeds with his plan a lot of people will get hurt, right?" When he nodded, I continued my speech. "That wouldn't be right to allow a lot of people to get hurt, would it?"
"Muggles," Bad Sirius corrected me. "A lot of Muggles will get hurt."
"Not just a lot of Muggles, you dunderhead," I shouted, turning so that I glared at my counterpart on his opposing shoulder. "Purebloods and others witches and wizards too."
"Blood traitors all of them!" he shouted jumping up and down. I wasn't sure whether was doing it for attention or just to amuse himself. "Blood traitors deserve whatever is coming to them. You know that mother and father would agree, don't you?"
"I…."
"But we don't always have to do what mother and father would agree with," I said, calmly. "I didn't do what mother and father agreed with and I think I'm starting to turn out pretty okay if I don't say so myself."
"You always do," Bad Sirius said, snickering at my anger as it rose slightly.
"That's because it's true. Reg, look at me." I put my hand on his cheek until he turned his head my way. "You have to follow your heart. What is your heart telling you to do?"
"My heart is telling me that what happened to Kreacher wasn't right," Regulus said, looking at where the poor house-elf was still sleeping off the healing potion. "He may not like many people but Kreacher is a good house-elf and only lives to serve. The Dark Lord tricked me into giving Kreacher to him so that Kreacher could die in his place."
"Idiots," screamed Bad Sirius, putting his hands to his ear to block out the conversation that Regulus and I were having. "I'm surrounded by idiots!"
"Ignore him he'll get over it," I said, looking down at the blank piece of paper. "What we have to do is figure out what was so important that he would want to kill an innocent creature to protect it."
"But how do we do that?" Regulus asked, stumping me. I was an angel after all. We didn't work in doing bad things even for the right reasons.
"Fine, fine!" Bad Sirius said, huffing as he folded his arms over his chest and plopped down on Regulus's shoulder. "I'll help you two losers with your plan." He looked over at Kreacher and smiled. "When Kreacher wakes up we ask him what the Dark Lord had him do. What he was trying to hide and what have you. We then go and make sure it is still in the hiding spot and if it is we steal it."
"Stealing is bad," I said, looking over at him incredulously.
"But stealing something can't be bad if it's done for a good reason, can it?" Bad Sirius said, nodding his head sagely. "How many people could be saved by stealing this unknown object that the Dark Lord has hidden?"
"I don't know," Regulus said, letting out a sigh. "I don't even know what the object is."
"But if it were to save one person or a million people it would be considered a good, ethical thing to steal this unknown item, right?"
"Ethically speaking, yes," I said, shaking my head at the fact that I was starting to see my counterpart's point. "But morally speaking it's wrong."
"So we steal whatever the Dark Lord has hidden in that cave that he took Kreacher to?" Regulus asked, looking between us. "Is that the consensus of the group?"
Bad Sirius nodded smirking. "We could add insult to injury and leave a note behind too," he said. "So that he can know who is responsible."
"That isn't a half-bad plan," I murmured. "You'd finally be staking a claim for a side. One that isn't being thrust upon you by familial responsibilities. You can prove to me that you're not mummy's little perfect Pureblood."
"That's what I'll do then," Regulus said, sitting down and putting pen to parchment. "Thank you both. You've been very helpful."
I hope you all enjoyed The Devil and Angel on Regulus's Shoulder as much as I enjoyed writing it.