Chapter 67: Rage In Cultivation

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{"A decade ago...I never thought I would be...At twenty-three...On the verge of spontaneous combustion...Woe-is-me...But I guess that it comes with the territory...An ominous landscape of never ending calamity...I need you to hear...I need you to see that I have had all that I can take...And exploding seems like a definite possibility to me...So pardon me while I burst into flames...Pardon me while I burst into flames...I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games...So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame...Pardon me, pardon me, I'll never be the same...."} Pardon Me, Incubus

Snape's Bedroom, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire England, Muggle/Wizarding World...

Regulus Snape had not quite yet been used to the accommodations Malfoy Manor provided after two years of sleeping on a cold stone floor, he avoided the four poster bed his father spent much of his youth occupying whenever he ventured to the home of Lucius Malfoy. The handsome blond wizard had attempted to make his godson as comfortable as possible despite knowing all too well that it would take time for him to leave behind the harsh mental conditioning Azkaban had set for him.

The younger Snape had been even more with drawn than he had been before he was sentenced unjustly to serve time in Azkaban. Much like his father he spoke less and ate little becoming vocal only when being plagued via night terrors whenever he attempted to sleep which resulted in a bit of unchecked insomnia. Narcissa worried about him as constantly as she had Draco and Severus during the second wizarding war. She knew from the look in the younger Snape's eyes that something had changed within him while he had been locked away, something she couldn't quite describe.

Regulus exited his father's bedroom storming through the manor clad in only his trousers as he made his way out the front door. Narcissa had attempted to stop him only to be discouraged in her attempt by Lucius himself.

"Let him go." he said knowing all too well what the boy had been going through due to his experiences with not only Severus Snape, but his own incarceration within Azkaban Prison.

Narcissa sighed watching the seemingly lost son of her former lover spiral further out of control.

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Open Sky, Unknown World...

Regulus had been quite angry since his incarceration and truth be told more hurt than he had ever intended to let on even to himself. He had truly cared for Hermione Granger and while his relationship with her had not progressed in the means he had hoped it would prior to Harry Potter having him thrown in prison, it was enough to have given him hope in something better than the lonely existence he had been living before hand.

Now.

Now he had not been so sure what he wished to do with himself given his former lover's belief that he had truly murdered her husband to get closer to her. A part of him had wished he had given the grief he had gotten for not committing the crime he'd been accused of.

Soaring high in the sky at an alarming rate, Regulus found himself accompanied by an old friend as great wings began to beat in reaction to their reunion.

"ICARUS!" shouted the younger Snape pleased to have his only constant companion returned to him.

He had last seen the enormous Leviathan Thunderbird prior to his lengthy imprisonment when he ordered the sorrowful bird to steer clear of Azkaban lest he be killed or worse captured due to his association with him.

Reunited once more the two of them continued their flight as Regulus reached height beyond his own abilities as the rumbling of thunder and the flashing of lightening shielded them from the preying eyes of the rest of the two worlds below.

The constant flashing of images from that strange event in prison when his heart has stopped and the rushing river that stood before him.

"Control your emotions." his father had said drilling the fact into his mind over and over again. "Discipline your mind."

As Regulus continued with his flight, he began to see the wisdom in his father's words and their necessity. The old man had known all too well what enemies could do to one's hopes and dreams if given the chance and he had barely a glimpse of what his life could have been like had he been allowed to have what he truly desired before Harry Potter found a way to snatch it all away from him.

The great wings of the Leviathan Thunderbird continued to flap causing another storm to surge as Regulus at last came to terms with the similar storm that had been raging inside him. He had been unjustly imprisoned and tortured for the past two years and the world had gone on as if it had been a mere ripple in a vast ocean.

Much like his father before him, he had been a mere echo in the minds of the wizarding world in comparison to the great Harry Potter. For a moment Regulus' mind traveled back to Hermione Granger, he had been nothing in her mind as well when compared to the smug bastard that had put an end to their relationship before it got started.

The moments they shared prior to his being accused of murdering her whore-mongering husband had been seemingly forgotten in her mind as he recalled the cold glare she had given him at his mock trial. The fact that she couldn't even bring herself to consider any other possibility for her husband's murder had been the most devastating. While it was true that she had not known him all that well in comparison to her childhood friends, she had known his father to some degree and while he wasn't in the least the same man in terms of corruption, he was taught a different means of living life that had not included harming others.

As the impressive bird continued it's flight, Regulus Snape had come to the conclusion that whatever it was that happened to him after his heart stopped in prison had seemingly taken effect as he began to put Hermione Granger out of his she was so intent on following the lead of the liar Harry Potter than she was just as much his enemy as Potter had been.