3. Last Stand

Regulus apparated back outside Voldemorts hideout. Oh God, why didn't he just listen to Dumbledore when he tried to warn him? He took a deep breathe and walked up to the door. He was let in by a death eater guarding the door after he supplied the password and showed him the mark on his arm.

"Did you ki-"

"Stupefy!"

He hit the unsuspecting man squarely in the chest with the curse and the man fell back.

Two more death eaters entered the room. One tall with red hair and a deep scar in his right cheek he didn't recognized . The other he knew thought was named Rookwood.

As soon as they entered the room and say the fallen death eater, they flew into action.

"Impedimentia!"

"Crucio!"screamed the two death eaters in chorus.

Regulus dove and avoided their hexes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The unnamed death eater dodged behind a moldy sofa. Soon, Regulus heard other death eaters running towards the room.

He pointed his wand at the door and said.

"Colloportus!"

He locked the door, which would buy him some time. He dove back below an old high back chair right as a bright red flash passed by his face, giving him a cut. All spells stopped for a second, and as Regulus looked up to see what happened, he dove back to the ground again just in time. A green flash went right by where his head was a second before.

Regulus jumped up and aimed his wand at Rookwood.

"Relashio!"

A shower of sparks shot towards Rookwood and hit him in the face. In seconds, he was on the ground swearing and rubbing his eyes ferociously.

Regulus knew now was the time to finish them off. He knew he would not survive this, but if things went his way, neither would Voldemort.

"Avada Kadavra!" screamed Regulus, only this time his curse hit its' mark. The death eater that Regulus didn't know fell to the ground. Regulus stood up to get ready for the death eaters that were sure to soon poor through the door when he suddenly went rigid.

Damn him! When he wasn't looking, Rookwood had recovered and got him with an Impediment jinx.

He made his way over to Regulus' unmoving body. Making sure he was truly paralyzed. Rookwood kicked Regulus in the stomach and unlocked the door. Soon, there was a swarm of death eaters surrounding him.

"Oh, you're going to pay for this Black." Rookwood spat at him.

"No, leave him for the dark lord. He thought this might happen and had specific orders to leave Black for him."

A few death eaters that were around him picked him up and carried him to a room upstairs and at the back of the house. They dropped Regulus outside of the door making sure that they hit the corner of the table with Regulus' head. Regulus was now sure he had a concussion. Rookwood went in the door and came back out less than a minute later looking pale and scared. They once again lifted up the now bleeding and woozy Regulus and threw him into the room. It was dark and had a smell of mildew. It had old peeling paint on the walls and crumbling furniture. He then looked up at the figure towering above him. Regulus just then realized that he was at Voldemorts feet. Voldemort looked down at him enraged, but almost cruelly amused at the same time.

Voldemort summoned a chair with a quick flick of his wand and bound Regulus to it. Voldemort then said the counter curse and freed Regulus from the paralysis. He was shocked at this. He was sure that Voldemort would just kill him on the spot. They both stared at each other for a few moment. He knew Voldemort was using legitimacy on him so he closed his eyes and tried to flood his mind with other thoughts. Soon, Voldemort spoke in his cold voice.

"So, Regulus, I see you took out one of my death eaters. Did you think you could take me out too? If you did, you would have been more a fool than I previously thought. I have to ask myself though, why did you betray me? Did I not offer you everything you could desire? All you had to do was kill that stupid muggle-lover and you would have been with me, Lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard ever. So, I just have one question for you before I kill you. Who do you think you are that you could take on the dark lord, the most powerful wizard ever?"

Regulus looked up at Voldemort showing no fear. He had been prepared to die when he launched his assault. He just wanted to try and make as much of a difference as he could.

"I am Regulus Black and I am more a man then you can ever hope to be." replied Regulus.

"Ah, I see. You're "more of a man" than me? Well, that may be true, but I have traded my humanity for immortality. A rather fair trade if I do say so myself."

"Immortality?" said Regulus shocked.

"Yes, even if you did somehow overcome my death eaters and somehow manage to hit me with the killing curse, I would not die. I would simple be… reborn."

So, all of this didn't even matter? There was no chance he could have succeeded? He was going to die for nothing?

No. He fought for what was right. Not because he was going to get something out of it for himself, but just because it was right. That's what separates Voldemort from Regulus. That's what makes Regulus better.

"Now, Mr. Black, if you don't mind I have somewhere to be. I have a meeting with a certain family. You may know them. Your brother is pretty close to them. It seems the Potters pose a threat to me. So, I must be off. Farewell, Regulus Black."

The next and last thing Regulus saw was a bright green light. Some say the reason Voldemort lost his powers that night is because when Regulus attacked, he took away Voldemorts focus and that's why he overlooked Harry Potters' mothers' protection of love. Whether this is true or not, we will never know.

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. More are on the way, probably about the Black family or the Marauders. If you have any suggestions or corrects, please feel free to comment about them in a review.

Again, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.