AN- I know that my last fiction was not the best and the amount of support I got was quite frankly 0 so I thought why not abandon something no one likes.
Here's my attempt at writing maybe touches your interest differently
The pairing will remain Harry/Fleur. No major bashing.
Updates when possible.
Now on with it.
Loud sounds of rain crashing against the hard and old tiles of 12 Grimmauld Place were the only thing audible to the residents inside the ancient house.
Regulus Black was the pride of the family, the Black Heir, and rightful successor to the Lordship. A known Death Eater, and member of Voldemort's inner circle who rose to the status through his impressive bloodlust and prowess with a wand, Regulus was everything the Black family wanted to carry on its lineage.
Today, however, the 18-year-old Regulus was about to become the family disappointment. Finally, the depravity of the Dark Lord's actions went too far, and the ritual bloodbath he witnessed committed him to betrayal.
With a crack, Regulus apparated outside the old townhome, blood covering half of his Death Eater mask and soaking his pullover, empty-handed except for the one thing in his pocket that the Dark Lord had trusted him to protect.
The location of Slytherin's locket.
He trudged slowly towards his house, he had to explain his new burden to his mother.
Oh, she would be so proud to see her beloved heir trusted with such an important task as soon as he ascended to the Dark Lord's inner circle.
He spat a wad of blood and mucus on the sidewalk.
Loyalty? What loyalty? The Dark Lord would murder his entire inner circle in his quest for more power.
The creation of the horcrux was horrific. Macnair had stood and watched silently as the Dark Lord killed his pregnant wife and bathed in the blood from her wounded womb as he split his soul in half.
Was Sirius actually telling the truth? Was the man mad enough to murder loyal followers to tie his soul to a locket worth following?
This had to end. Damn his mother if she didn't like his decision. He had followed her wishes all his life but if he didn't disobey her this time…
There might not be a mother left to disobey.
Walburga Black did not bat an eye when she opened the door, as if showing up bloodsoaked in the middle of the night was just another Tuesday.
She took his pullover from him and screeched, "Kreacher".
The old house-elf popped into existence near Regulus and took the pullover without saying a word and went away.
"Any news regarding the purge?" asked Walburga Black, as she waddled toward the kitchen.
The purge. Such a casual term for muggle-hunting and mass-murder.
"No mother, just the usual debriefing today." He replied as he climbed the stairs to the guest bathroom to clean up.
"Dinner's at seven," came her loud and shrill voice from downstairs.
He shed his blood-stained clothes and looked at himself in the mirror.
His mask was glistening with blood, the reflective silver marking him as one of the elite, a member of the Inner Circle.
He stared at his reflection, his mind miles away from the image in the mirror.
He had to make sure the Dark Lord would be mortal when Dumbledore faced him.
Shedding the mask and the last of his clothes, he stepped into the shower to soothe his mind and strengthened his resolve for what must come next.
DW
Regulus and Kreacher stood in front of a shallow stone basin, surrounded by a pitch-black underground lake. Regulus held a stone cup in his hands, filled to the brim with poison.
"Drink this, Kreacher," said Regulus as he handed the cup to the loyal elf with hardened eyes.
Kreacher gulped down the potion without a second thought.
Regulus knew the faster Kreacher drank, the less side effects he would suffer, and quickly forced another cup of poison down his throat.
"Please not Master Sirius, not Master Sirius," croaked the elf as Regulus shoved another cup of poison down the elf's throat. Calling out for Sirius? The blood traitor? Kreacher's mind was slipping away faster than Regulus had hoped.
Then it hit him. Sirius Orion Black the First saved Kreacher at the cost of his own life, when the old Black manor burned to the ground.
He was talking about Regulus' great-grandfather.
"Please, no more, Master Regulus. Kreacher can't take anymore," whimpered the old house-elf as the poison forced him to his knees and he began to cough up blood.
"Come on Kreacher, here you go, one last cup and it's over. I promise," said Regulus, as he tried to soothe the hysterical house-elf.
Regulus had expected the trap and had bet on house-elf apparition bypassing most conventional anti-travel wards.
Although with Kreacher now unconscious on the ground, the elf apparition plan was now impossible.
Thinking fast, he picked up a nearby stone and transfigured a replica of the locket in the empty basin.
He took out a pen from his pocket and transfigured another stone into paper and wrote down his small obituary.
To the Dark Lord-
I think I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that it was I who sold you out. I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it. I face your inferi in the hope that you meet your match and be cast into the afterlife you have worked so hard to avoid.
-Regulus Arcturus Black
He looked at it once more, and satisfied with the message, he stowed the paper in the fake locket and pocketed the real one.
Kreacher, though, seemed to have other plans in mind. He crawled to the shore while Regulus was writing the letter and dipped his hand in water to quench the thirst that was killing him.
A bad move if there ever was one.
Just as Regulus kept the locket back in its place, a hand grabbed him from behind and he stilled.
He turned and saw a particularly ugly looking woman-inferius grabbing his sleeve.
"Reducto" he snarled with his wand pointed at the inferius' head and watched in satisfaction as she became a mist of blood.
Oh boy, this locket was making him feel more ill than when he had murdered all those people.
Waves of inferi dragged themselves out of the water and crawled towards him. They were surrounded. He picked up Kreacher by his dirty rag, and walked towards the shore.
He needed fire.
As he neared the shore, he intoned, "Flagellum flamma".
A blinding white whip of flame came out of his wand as the inferi backed away a little from him. He made a protective circle around themselves with his whip and fetched for the water bottle that was kept in the inside pocket of his pullover and pulled it out.
"KREACHER WAKE UP!"
No response.
"KREACHER WAKE UP!"
Again, no response.
"KREACHER! SIRIUS IS BULLYING ME AGAIN!" said the Black heir and kicked him in the midsection.
This time the elf spurted out blood from his mouth and coughed violently.
He threw the bottle at the bloodied elf and saw as he eagerly drank the whole bottle.
"Kreacher be protecting master Regulus. Kreacher be protecting" said the elf with half-lidded eyes but steely determination.
Kreacher got up to his knees but an inferius caught Kreacher from behind and he croaked loudly.
The inferi were closing in, despite him having a flame whip there were thousands of these creatures here and he was not magically strong enough.
He was no Albus Dumbledore.
He took in a deep breath and prepared himself for inevitable death.
One last try, at least he owed Kreacher and himself that much.
He closed his eyes, and mustered all the concentration that he could and opened his grey eyes after a deep breath.
If he was going to die then he was going to take all these bastards with himself.
"FIENDFYRE" he roared and a fiery jet of orange shot out of his wand. His wand became much hotter than he had ever felt in his hand, and the unicorn hair was burning from the sheer amount of magic being pushed in the wand.
They had to go, fire was spreading everywhere and it was out of control. He dropped his wand and started looking for Kreacher who was behind him literally a second ago.
He found him between two inferi, one eating his left hand and other trying to chew on his right leg.
He sprinted past the rest of the inferi who were burning from his fiendfyre to punch the two inferis off of the elf.
Sirius had taught him how to pack a good punch.
Even if he had practiced doing those on him first.
"Take us home." He whispered softly to the newly handicapped elf.
The elf nodded weakly as he stood on one leg to apparate them away.
DW
"You are sure this is the address, Prettyview?" asked the Dark Lord as he looked at the piece of paper that the Marauder had handed him.
Pettigrew bristled at the mispronunciation, but kept his head low and replied dutifully, "Yes, my Lord."
"Remember, Prettyview, I do not tolerate failure. Should this information be fake, I need not remind you of the consequences, yes?"
Pettigrew gulped pathetically and replied, "Yes my Lord."
"We strike on All Hallows' Eve. A fitting time to stop this prophecy in its tracks," Voldemort sneered, eyes glowing with malevolent glee.
DW
"Listen Prettyview," said Regulus as he saw him exiting the Dark Lord's chamber.
"It's Pettigrew," said Peter irritably as he saw the Black heir.
"Don't care, never did. Anyway, when is the raid for the Potter brat happening?"
"Why do you want to know?" asked Peter as he eyed him suspiciously.
"I am part of the raid, fool," lied Regulus and smirked lightly as he saw him getting embarrassed.
"Oh well he didn't tell me…"
"He wouldn't tell you everything he does, now would he?"
"No, he wouldn't …."
"Then tell me when is it?"
"It..it's on Halloween" he replied in a whisper.
Regulus nodded in satisfaction and said, "later, Prettyview."
"It's PETTIGREW!" screamed Peter as Regulus exited the Malfoy manor.
DW
"Move aside, Dorea Black Potter," said the Dark Lord softly as he saw her in front of the two brothers.
"I would never let you touch my grandchildren!" screamed Dorea as tears poured out of her eyes and her knees became weak.
" I could have spared you, you know, for my dear Bella. But it seems you have already made your choice. 'Avada kedavra', " said the Dark Lord as a green light came swooshing out of his wand to snuff the life out of her.
She dropped dead and the Dark Lord advanced towards the crib with a green-eyed crying baby and pointed his wand at him.
"Avada Kedavra" intoned the Dark Lord and everything went black in pain.
DW
Regulus, who had sent a letter to Dumbledore regarding the raid about a night ago, was still worried.
The Dark Lord hadn't changed his plans since getting the information and Sirius and Remus all had gone into hiding too.
He was a known Death Eater, there was only so much that he could do without getting caught.
On the night of Halloween, he followed the Dark Lord from the shadows and saw him disappear into nothingness as he watched from outside.
So that's why they weren't able to find the Potters, they were in a bloody Fidelius.
After a few minutes he was very surprised when he saw the roof of the cottage blast off.
The Dark Lord had gone in and blasted the upper roof of the cottage?
Unlikely. That wasn't like the Dark Lord at all.
The cottage appeared and he went through the front door.
Woah. Charlus Potter is dead?
He was no slouch with a wand but even then it seemed like he was nothing against the Dark Lord.
But that meant James and Lily weren't home.
And if Charlus was dead….
NO!
He ran upstairs and saw two boys crying and there she was.
No, not Aunt Dorea, no, anyone but her.
He slowly moved towards her body, and sat down crying on his knees as he cradled her head on his lap.
"Why? Why did it have to be you Aunt Dorea? Why?" said Regulus as he openly sobbed and his resolve hardened inside of him.
He was no follower of that monster anymore.
How dare he kill the only source of joy in his life?
How dare he kill the lady that taught him how to dream?
How dare he kill the woman he loved more than his mother?
HOW DARE HE?
He looked at his left forearm and took out his new wand. He pointed the tip of his wand at the base of the Dark Mark.
"Segmentum" he said emotionlessly as his left arm was flayed and a disgusting bloody mess was left behind.
He relished in the pain that the flaying had caused him.
He deserved it.
He deserved worse.
After positioning his aunt in a dignified position and covering her with a black blanket, he felt hopeless.
He got up to see the Dark Lord's clothing, it remained there like a spoil of war, without any indication of the murders that had been done while the Dark Lord had donned it.
The Dark Lord was no more.
His aunt had worked her love magic one last time to save him from his evils.
Dorea Potter had killed Lord Voldemort.
He picked up the shoes and robes, shrunk them and kept them in his pocket.
He moved to see the older Potter brat crying in his crib.
Yes, he was the problem, he was the reason for all his suffering.
The child of the prophecy.
He would be hailed in this world as their saviour when all the work was done by his Aunt.
That was not going to happen.
This brat would suffer.
He would suffer as much as Regulus had.
"FATHER!" screamed a voice downstairs and Regulus knew that it was time to leave.
He picked up the Potter brat and apparated away to his hideout.
DW
The Dark Lord was dead?
No that was not possible, this had to be a trick, a terrible trick of the light side or something.
He couldn't possibly die.
He himself had told her that he was immortal.
That cup that he gave her was still in her vault.
It was not possible for him to die.
She wanted just one lead and alas the rat had left some cheddar behind.
Prettyview was arrested but he had left an address.
The Longbottom manor.
She wanted answers and she was going to get them.
By hook or by a good old Crucio.
"Barty, Rabastan, Rudolphus."
Their necks craned towards her.
"We're going to pay the Longbottoms a visit."
They smirked and went in their respective rooms to change for the raid.
She went into her room and was knocked out before she knew what hit her.
DW
Some water splattered on her face as she woke up and tried to flail her arms, which were tied to the back of the chair that she was sitting on. Her eyes adjusted to the light of the room and saw the last person she would've thought of kidnapping her.
"Reggie? What are you doing? Untie me this instant!" screeched Bellatrix as she thrashed about.
Crack*
The sound of that tight slap echoed in the room. A tooth fell out of her mouth as she stared in horror at her younger cousin.
"Listen sis, we are fleeing Britain and seeking refuge with Karkaroff. He has contacts in Germany and we will settle there."
"What? NO, NEVER, THE DARK LORD WI…"
Crack*
This time 2 teeth came out and more blood spurted out. He didn't care.
"That monster is dead and he took way too much from us Bella…" whispered Regulus softly as he stared at her.
"HE HAS ONLY GIVEN US…..."
Crack*
"He killed Aunt Dorea, Bella." he whispered and closed his eyes painfully as tears came out of his eyes.
"What? No! He would never! He promised me that a Black would never be hurt in his reign!" Bella said in shock, not believing her master to lie to her of all people.
"HE MURDERED HER, BELLA!" thundered Regulus.
"YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW YOUR PRECIOUS DARK LORD DIED? YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW HE PERISHED TO NOTHINGNESS IN SPITE OF ALL HIS MAGICAL PROWESS?" continued Regulus as he stared in her eyes with something akin to pride.
"How?" she asked, lost in too much emotion to react to her usually calm and composed brother.
"She killed him. 'A Black always…"
"...Takes their revenge'. I know." stated Bella as she gulped the blood in her mouth to digest the news that her brother had given her.
"Now will you come with me Bella?"
"Why not the rest of the family?"
"We are the known Death Eaters, while they on the other hand are not."
"Alright." She said in a small voice.
"What?"
"I will come with you."
Regulus nodded and loosened her restraints.
She rubbed her wrists, leaped out of the seat and decked him.
"A Black always takes their revenge." said Bella and smirked as she saw blood forming in his mouth.
"Little Bitch" muttered Regulus as he straightened his jaw and followed her out of the room.
DW
Andromeda Tonks was the happiest woman on this earth when she heard that the war was over. She had a celebratory night *wink* *wink* with her husband as the news of the death of the Dark Lord came rolling about.
But something else also came rolling about after some nights as a surprise and it wasn't a pleasant surprise.
She was tending to her garden, whilst young Nymphandora played in the playground, when she heard a familiar voice behind her back.
"You always were good at Herbology, weren't you, Andy?" asked Regulus casually.
"And you were just a good for nothing, weren't you, Reggie?" asked Andy as she turned and took out her wand.
"Woah, I come in peace Andy, just came to say my last goodbyes and hugs." said Regulus as he raised his arms in surrender.
"Oh really? Then what is that madwoman standing behind you, holding a baby in her arms and looking as if she wants to kill him?"
"Ah, that is the Potter brat we kidnapped to kill some other day."
"WHAT? Tell me everything right now Regulus." demanded Andromeda.
He sighed and told her everything transpired.
"Give the Potters their child back, Reggie." whispered Andy, as she saw Bella enjoying the child crying his lungs out. There was fear in her eyes, afraid to make any move that might offend her family turned deatheaters.
"I WON'T. They took everything away from me! My aunt, my brother and now my dignity. No, I absolutely refuse to give him back."
She sighed loudly once again and hugged him.
"Good luck for your time in Germany brother, may Merlin guide your way."
He nodded in her embrace.
"Bella isn't going to say any goodbyes, is she?"
"I don't think so, she's broken Andy and I intend to fix her. The Dark Lord had done too much damage to her."
She nodded and smiled sadly.
"Can I meet your daughter, Andy?" asked Regulus as he glanced towards the metamorphmagus.
"No, not right now. Once you heal yourself and Bella, then one day maybe." she replied, as scared as she was she couldn't show it. She would never let her daughter near this side of her family.
If the Black family taught her one thing, it was self-preservation comes first.
He nodded in understanding and gave her a tight smile.
"I should be going now Andy, the aurors must be looking all over the place for me." said Regulus as he started to walk away from her.
"Remember Reggie, that Harry is the last part of Aunt Dorea left. Even if he is a Potter, he shares her blood. You can cherish Aunt Dorea by doing good by Harry, Reggie. Adopt him and he will help you in the healing process better than any drug, spell or potion."
Regulus simply just disappeared with Bella and the Potter brat in a swirl of colours.
DW
"KILL HIM! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" screamed Bella as Regulus pointed his wand at the 3-year-old child who had exhausted himself by crying.
'Remember Reggie that Harry is the last part of Aunt Dorea left'
'He shares her blood'
He shook and cleared his head, again pointing the wand at the toddler.
'You can cherish Aunt Dorea by doing good by Harry, Reggie.'
He wouldn't kill the boy. No, he literally couldn't kill the boy, he didn't hate the boy enough to do so.
He hated how fate had done him over.
"Fine, I will do it by myself." snarled Bellatrix as she pushed him out of the way.
"Avada keda..." she continued.
'Adopt him and he will help you in the healing process better than any drug, spell or potion.'
He slapped the wand right out of her hands before she could finish the incantation.
"We have to use him, Bella, Andy told me that he would help us in healing us if we let him." explained Regulus as he saw the crazed look in his sister's eyes.
She stared at him hard for a minute before picking up her wand and sheathing it.
"He better heal me, Regulus. Otherwise I would hunt down his family and kill every single one of them."
Regulus nodded with a hard face.
"Oh, and Reggie…"
"Yes Bella?"
"Change his diapers and feed him, we wouldn't want him to die before he heals us, would we?"
He groaned and shook his head but Bella had already gone to her room.
A Black always takes their revenge.
Now that Bella remembers the night she almost killed Harry, she feels very silly and guilty now.
Fourteen years later, she has to admit that sparing Harry had been the best decision of her life.
Life simply wouldn't be the same without Harry Bellatrix Black.