Disclaimer: Hogwarts etc belongs to JKR.
The darkness our family aspired to had affected us all differently…
Sirius it suffocated, draining his soul until he could do nothing without escaping. His eyes lay dark in the times he spent at home, restless but silent. A caged lion, pacing and pacing but the bars could not be broken. Whether the confines were physical or simply resided in his mind was difficult to tell, but in his teenage years he truly hated our parents, the bonds that tied him to the monotonous life of a pureblood.
Narcissa it complimented, giving her the angelic glow of one of heaven, or cast from heaven perhaps. Her beauty was accentuated with every flicker of the candle's flame, light and dark combined to give her the appearance of misused innocence. Bride of the Underworld. Flower of the night. She held the cold beauty of moonlight dancing over shadowed ice, her every move a displaying the grace of an immortal Goddess.
Andromeda it shone on, challenging. The darkness drove her to prove herself, to escape the control of her family. The stark blank of the night taunted her, like a canvas waiting to be painted. She wanted to make her mark. Ideals she had picked up in Hogwarts provided the perfect inspiration and one night she saw it, the future she could have in escaping the shadows. Her Perseus had come for her and she was free from her iron bonds.
Bellatrix it inspired, bringing to her an endless supply of possibilities, for what is more of a mystery than the shadows, the dark? The darkness lead her down to the dungeons of her mind, opening doors in her psych until she had the Dark ability to rival that of the one she served. She was fallen. Aspirations of Hell the driving force in her life. Queen of the Damned. Her beauty frightened and inspired, her cruelty even more so… I fail to remember when it was her sanity left her, but when it did she was deadly like nothing else my family had known. She had taken the darkness of her family's blood and made it her own, she had made it Evil.
Then there was me: Little Regulus.
I it controlled, warping my mind to fit the ideals of my family. Fear, need for acceptance, want to prove myself… the reasons varied, but all were sprung from the darkness of our upbringing. My childhood was riddled with the conflicting principles of both parents and brother; I had only wished to make them proud.
If only I had seen it then… Would choosing my brother over my blood have bought me the salvation I long for? As it were I took the easy route out. I chose servitude when I should have fought, bowed when I should have been running… How many people mourned my pathetic passing? My half mad mother: poisoned by age and her rotting dignity? My father was dead, my brother disowned. My cousins had their own families to worry for, their own Dark Lords to worship…
He told me there was a world where the shadows no longer reigned and all men were equal, and I did not believe him. He told me "Some things are worth dying for" and I did not understand.
Then one day he told me I was scum.
And I knew he was right.
AN: Hmmm... i was considering doing a little story about Regulus and his family, his life/death etc... just cause i've never read one i really liked. Should i bother? Anyone gonna read it? How's this for a prologue? Would i be better off crawling under a rock to die? Review? Please?