THIS STORY CONTAINS A SPOILER FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE. PLEASE DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE FINISHED THE SIXTH BOOK.
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Who is R.A.B.?
The answer was obvious to me. I squealed. I clapped my hands. FINALLY! We get to see him! My favorite-already-dead-never-met-behind-the-scenes character!
I don't own Harry Potter, by the way.
R.A.B.
Once it must have been beautiful, this locket. Once the surface must have shown like a morning sunrise over the ocean, the cool metal polished until it seemed to glow with an inner light, the carved S a ripple across the gleam. I can see why Salazar treasured it, why his family treasured it… and why his last descendent destroyed it.
No, it's not destroyed, not in the literal sense. It still hangs from its chain, one end clasped in my hand, turning and spinning slightly in the cool air. It is still in one piece, still a locket… but it is covered, coated, oozing with an evil force that surely Salazar never had. A piece of Voldemort's soul. Such a beautiful, charming container for such a retched object.
I reach up, catch the locket in my other hand, hiding the dark power from my eyes, though I can feel it vibrating, making my bones and muscles ache and complain. It's the work of a moment to drop the fake locket in, to kick the body of my foolish muggle helper into the water, and to climb back into Voldemort's boat, destined for the other side.
I made a mistake once. More than once. But I made a big mistake. I joined Voldemort's side.
But now I see a way out.
I will take out part of Voldemort's life, kill it as surely as he will have me killed. This part of his soul, at least, will never help him again.
I will succeed.
After all, look at my family.
I can do anything.
And Sirius will be proud to call me, Regulus Alexandros Black...
His brother.
Note: I don't know Regulus' real middle name, but I'll bet you ten galleons that he's R.A.B.
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