A/N: In between the first and second parts, about a year or so has passed. Regulus is well out of school now and he is about 19 or 20.

Part Two : 1. At Last

Regulus stared into the window, his own gaunt and pale reflection staring back at him. Oh god, how did it come to this? Would he really kill his best friend just for a place in Voldemorts circle?

The last year of Regulus' life was spent searching for Voldemort. He traveled the country and followed every lead he heard. He eves-dropped in on conversations and more then once suffered for it. One day, while in Knockturn Alley trying to hear more and maybe pick up that one vital clue, he came across a man who was supposedly in Voldemorts' circle. The man said he knew where Voldemort was, but he could not take Regulus there yet. Regulus told this mysterious man who would not tell him his name to get his message to Voldemort. Tell him he wanted to join. Ask to meet him.

A month passed without hearing or seeing from the man. Then two. All the while, Regulus making regular visits back to Knockturn Alley. His parents grew suspicious and soon figured out what he was doing. His father was a skilled legillemens and read him one time before he left. He was sure they would object. Maybe even turn him in, but on the contrary. They congratulated him. All of a sudden, he was the family hero. He was the one working to "purify the wizard race". He finally had his fathers respect. Even his cousin, Bellatrix, was better to him now. Imagine what it would be like if he became a full death eater…

That was the motivation that made Regulus keep coming back. Hoping to get word of a meeting date. Each day that the man didn't show up, Regulus just got more and more determined. Then, one day, the man showed up again.

He said he had been watching Regulus. He said he had to make sure he was serious. But then, the good news came. Voldemort would meet with him. All he had to do was to accomplish a simple task first. He had to sneak into the ministry of magic and get to the magical law enforcement division. Once inside, he had to obliviate the memory of a man named Archibald Kenwood. It seemed that he knew something the dark lord thought he ought not to have found out.

Regulus was skeptical at first, but when the man brought with him a note with the dark lords seal on it, he knew what he had to do.

It would be easy to get in because of his families deep ties with the ministry, but how would he be able to erase the memory of such a high ranking ministry official without anyone noticing? He decided to magically forge a note to the man telling him that he had to stay late and finish the new decree they were drafting on broom restrictions. Then Regulus would get a hair from the head of the department and use polyjuice to get to Kenwood. That would be easy, seeing as he was over for dinner at least once a week.

He made the potion and stored the hair until the polyjuice had time to mature. When it was ready, he got the note ready and put the polyjuice potion in an old butterbeer bottle. No one would think twice about someone bringing in some harmless butterbeer. He strolled into the ministry as casually as could be. He gave the note to security and told the security wizard that it was to go to Archibald Kenwood in the department of magical law enforcement. He then waited about in the ministry courtyard until the ministry closed, telling anyone who questioned him he was waiting for his father to get out of a meeting.

After all the ministry workers had left, he slipped the hair into the "butterbeer". He drank deeply of the horrible tasting concoction and felt his spine shorten, his stomach fatten, and his shoes shrink. He looked at himself in the reflection of the water from the Fountain of Magical Brethren. Good, it worked.

It took him a minute to realize what he was actually doing. Was he really going to go through with this?

Of course he was. No more weakness. He needed this and doing this for Voldemort might be his only chance.

He made his way to the elevator and from there, to the department of magical law enforcement. He found the work station that Kenwood was in and heard his quill scratching away on his parchment, no doubt thinking of hurrying to get home to his family. Could he really do this? Did he have it in him?

He convinced himself he did and stepped around the corner.

"Kenwood."

"Oh, hello Mr. Bones. Why are you here so late?"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing on the new broom regulations."

"I thought you had to leave early today. Something about your sister having her baby?" asked Kenwood inquisitively.

Regulus was not expecting this. How could he be so stupid. He must be suspicious now.

"Obliviate!"

"Protego!"

As Regulus expected, Kenwood figured it out. Damn! How could he have let it get to this level. He messed it all up. His dreams were ruined now. He failed.

"You wont get in my way!" snarled Regulus.

At this, he started to fire hex after hex at Kenwood. Each one being deflected or blocked and some being thrown back. The office looked like a war zone now. Desks were turned over, holes in the walls. Papers were all over the floor. If this didn't end soon, surely someone was going to come up and see what the commotion was about. All of a sudden, Regulus got an idea. He leapt from his hiding spot and just as he expected, Kenwood fired a curse right at him.

Bam, direct hit with a stunning curse. Regulus went down. Kenwood stood up, panting, and went over to check Regulus' body. Thinking he was stunned, he let his guard down. Exactly what Regulus wanted. When he got close, Regulus rolled backwards, pointing his wand at Kenwoods' heart.

"Avada Kedavra!" screamed Regulus.