Regulus rolled in his bed, vaguely noticed by the voice. However, the sound did actually shallow his sleep. Yet he didn't wake up. Clutching the pillow between his arm and leg, he shrimped. He eventually fell off to sleep again. He dreamed he was gliding through a gravelled step. The colossal trees obscured the moonlight. His wand was held tightly as he took a sharp turn to right. His footsteps was muffled by the hushing of wind, ungainly. As he looked up, he saw a Palace stood right before him. He hesitated when he tried to push the gate leading to a big Manor. But as he touched the iron gate dissolved, he stamped to reach the hall.

By the time he reached, it was packed with people, all wearing black robes. Around the corner, a tall, bald, broad chested man stood. Every eyes were focused his whereabouts. He turned his head to Regulus and spoke in his cold voice, 'Regulus, I have been waiting for you. I have reserved a seat for you.' pointing a chair right before a body, coiled in the gravelled floor. It seemed to be hexed and tied with Body-Binding Curse. It's eyes were revolving. Cold voice spoke again, 'Come in.' As he was ordered, Regulus wheeled to the chair and slided down. 'Master knows how to honour his servant' said Regulus, bowing low. The bald man ignored him. He spoke, 'You presumably know why you've been called tonight, Reg. I have a mission. I want to give you the honour to do that.' Regulus looked up to the man's eyes, it was as red and Sneak like as the man whom he only saw in The Daily Prophet, Lord Voldemort.

His red eyes pierced his black ones. As Regulus nodded, Voldemort's robe gilded its to him. He stood upright behind his chair, as Regulus took the seat. Voldemort spoke, 'Regulus, I want you to finish off this Mudblood. Been troubling us a long. I would forgive him, if he was not Mudblood, impure.' Regulus blinked, looked bamboozled. 'Kill.' yelled Voldemort. Regulus stood up, his wand pointing directly at the man's chest, lying on the floor, half dead already. It might be an easy work, Regulus thought. The cold voice roared, 'NOW!'

Regulus rolled his eyes, trying hard to concentrate. His muscles laxed, hand trembling. The hall was dead quite, all eyes stuck to him and the man lying on the floor. He raised his wand again, this time determined to finish it off.

'Avada Kedavra!' With a flash of green light, the man's body shook. Blood gushed from his mouth. His orb like eyes spinned faster. Then the pair was still, body thudded on the floor again, lying motionless.

Then there was a scream, 'NOOOOO.' Regulus woke up with a jump, sweating, panting, eyes widened with horror but at the same time relief swooped down on him thinking that it was after all just a nightmare. His chest was raising and falling like ocean tides. Slowly he relaxed. He wondered whether it is really a nightmare. That's what you desired to do, to join the Dark Lord's nobel mission. He drew his Wand from the underside of his pillow and began to twist it between his fingers. As his eyes moved from the Wand to the window, he saw a silhouette of a woman, with blonde long hair. Her face turned from the window, which was obscured by her long hair. She walked slowly to the bed where Regulus sat. He fumbled his Wand and pointed to the figure stirring towards him. Finally the woman spoke, arms folded, 'Put the Wand away, Reg. It's me.'

'Merlin's beard, what brings you here at so late?' Regulus sweeped his forehead with relief and inhaled, what felt like after years.

'Nothing much. Been sleepwalking.'

'I didn't know you were a sleepwalker. Honestly?'

'Not really.' She snarled and collapsed into the bed. Regulus blinked for a moment or two then began, 'I'm-'

''- Sorry for what happened on hall?' Don't be ridiculous.' Narcissa spoke in her shrill voice. pushing her hair away from her face. Her eyes were green, Regulus wonder who's eyes she inherited. He didn't say anything, he only looked into her pair.

'Lucius knows so much about you.'

'and I wonder how. Blimey, I won't wonder if he only knew I play Quidditch. He seemed to know everything but that.'

There was a long pause. 'Who is Snape?' she asked suddenly.

'Severus. Severus Snape. One of the seventh years. Slytherin. He is technically Professor Slughorn's Potion King.' groaned Regulus. 'Snape have joined the Death Eaters in the end of the term last year.'

'Dolohov?' demanded Narcissa.

'Death Eater too. One of deadliest I've seen. He's sort of Demigod, you see.' grinned Regulus.

Narcissa chortled a bit too. She began to run her long fingers through her hair absentmindedly. 'Why you're with him?' asked Regulus.

'With whom?' said Narcissa, raising her eyebrows. 'The Malfoy.' responded Regulus briefly. Narcissa blinked. She seemed to be unwilling to talk about the matter, like as always. Her eyes were cold and looked tougher than ever he saw. He crumbled into his pillow, staring at the ceiling.

'What have you been dreaming?' finally her shrill voice spoke, looking askew. Regulus rolled to her side. He found the question compelling. He didn't reply immediately but watched her sister's eyes piercing his. 'You've been muttering the Killing Curse. Then you screamed, 'No!'' said Narcissa as she sucked her lips. Regulus wondered whether he should tell her he wanted to join the Dark Lord. Admitting the truth might help him; he suspected Bella and Cissy to be Death Eaters for long. He exhaled and began, 'I dreamed to kill a Mudblood. The Dark Lord ordered me to do. I glided through a Manor.' Regulus paused and looked sideways to Narcissa, she looked concerned to every single word he uttered. 'And?' demanded Narcissa finally, smiling dangling in the corner of her mouth. 'I just killed. That's what I saw. Nothing much.' said Regulus. He felt relieved as though the stone had been ceased from his chest.

'Do you feel happy or wretched? Said Narcissa.

'Err-' began Regulus, 'I- I dunno how I feel. I'm happy and sad at the same time. That's something-'

'Complicated. But you believe it. In fact, that should be done, isn't it?' As Regulus open his mouth, Narcissa stopped him again, 'Mention not.'

Regulus rolled his eyes. Sometimes his brother and cousins were provoking. Especially this pair - Bellatrix and Narcissa. But he couldn't deny they were the only people who he actually opened his mind to. He glimpsed at his cousin, who was piercing him. He shivered.

She added, 'That's how you get to know your little Death Eaters friends?'

'Technically, yes. Been hard to be wicked at Hogwarts, you see. Especially when you are under supreme sanctuary and observation for Horace Slughorn.' reeled off Regulus. 'I didn't know Dolohov was Death Eater until the end of this term. I brought some library books from the restricted section, he saw them and asked me whether I would like to join him in our last Hogsmeade trip. I agreed and joined him at Hog's Head.' Regulus explained what happened in the bar that evening. How he got to know there were plenty of students already joined The Death Eaters, how they arrange midnight sessions in the dungeon to avoid further trouble. 'They make Unbreakable Vows. So no one would even dare to neither leak any information nor spy. I attended few of the sessions. Pretty fantastic indeed. Bit of diversion.' said Regulus, winking. Narcissa didn't stifled at all. She gave perfunctory nods occasionally. 'They taught us Jinxes, Hexes and Curses they won't teach us at Hogwarts. Snape had been Brilliant though. He invented a new Curse. That was 'Sectumsempra'. He made its Counter Curse too. Wicked.' said Regulus, eyes looking dreamy. 'That's really spectacular. Indeed.' said Narcissa, finally. She got into her feet and streaked to the mountain of newspapers. 'You collect them, don't you? Dark Lord's interviews and-'

Meanwhile, he got out of his and propelled to the stock of newspapers where she stood. He began to rummage like a stray dog, feeling complacent. 'I have loads of them', grappling few of the papercuts and thrusting to Narcissa to have a glimpse at. 'I had tape records too. But my radio doesn't work, need bit of tinkering.' said Regulus as he opened the door leading to what looked like an abandoned storeroom and strode there. He stood hunchback to avoid hitting the ceiling and reverted with a box of tapes. He shut the door behind him and streaked to Narcissa. She took from his hand and placed it on her left hand, running her scrawny fingers through it. 'Muggle Contraption?' snorted Narcissa. 'Oh not really. Not pure blood, yes. Half blood. It is. Sirius and I made the tapes years ago. We used some Muggle artefacts.' grinned Regulus. Narcissa placed the box of tapes on top of the reading table and pulled out one of the tapes. She began twisting them between her fingers and reading the lebels. Regulus felt wide awake. There was a long pause before she made any noise. It might be ten minutes or so, when finally Narcissa looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot, due to the lack of sleep so far Regulus assumed. 'I think that is right time we spoke about the matter. It seems more important than I expected.' said Narcissa, yawning.

'We can discuss in morning, can't we? Just wait till morning? You need sleep now, don't you? You look exceptionally tired.' remarked Regulus.

'No, I'm not. I'm pretty much used to stay up late. Reg, I think if you wish to go upstair with me.'

'Rooftop?'

'Yes. I'll wake up Bella. She will like to hear from you what happened.'

'No! Don't wake her-' said Regulus hotly.

'Shut up, you shit head.' snorted Narcissa. 'The thing is', she spoke, as she began to walk back and forth in the room, 'You have been asking why I am with Lucius, haven't you? I believe you are now old enough to know why I am doing so.' Smile dangling in the corner of her lips.