A/N: Sorry guys but this isn't a new story or anything~
Just wanted to let you know that I had just made some changes, including the title, since I honestly just noticed that the previous title 'Rewriting the Past' is not for this story :(
Disclaimer: Anyhow, just wanted to share that I am not the famous author J.K Rowling, so it means I don't own the Harry Potter series.
Anyway, on with the story!
As the last cup of that blasted potion had been drank, Regulus strongly believed that he has nothing to live for. Mother would surely wail at him for defying the Dark Lord with his father at her side; his former housemates in Slytherins would leave him immediately once he found out what he'd done; Sirius would clearly would not help him AT ALL and Merlin, should he also state what would the Dark Lord would do if he knows about this? It's actually a very obvious question and only the most idiot in a bunch of dunderheads would never figure that out.
So yes, he should just stay in this g*ddamn mysterious cave until he rot out and die.
Just when he close his eyes as he finally figured out what the last thing he would do something f*cking interrupted his sleep. "Young Master" a voice said, Regulus had to squint his eyes to see the thing clearly. An elf. Huh. Who is this elf? Does he even know any elves? Random thoughts started popping up when the magical creature spoke again. "Young Master Regulus, Kreacher cannot follow your orders- Mistress said you should come home. Kreacher must bring you home." Oh. So his name is Kreacher. And that is his elf? Why is it too old? Wait- he feels suddenly thirsty- Regulus NEEDS water. Pushing other thoughts, he immediately looked for any source of water. ANY. His eyes widened as he saw a lake. Lake. A lot of water to drink! Feeling greedy, he weakly pushed himself and rushed up to the source of water. As he cupped his hands to drink, his eyes widen as he saw an army of inferi. And as Regulus say army, a few turning to hundreds suddenly rushed up to him. Regulus quickly moved away from the lake, but like lightning, a few inferi suddenly grabbed his hands and tried to yank him away. He made a show to free his hands but the inferi are stronger- whose numbers are rapidly increasing. He might had heard an inhuman scream, but all Regulus can hear is the blood pounding to his ears. Yes, he is pulled by an army of inferi, but isn't that he wanted? To get away with everything. To be free. Make his own decisions like Sirius perhaps, but Regulus knows himself it's impossible- but he could still get away. One more option. Death. And he could be finally free. He could live in peace.
Those were all the thoughts the grey- eyed boy thought about as a bright light suddenly obscured the whole cave.