A/N: sad little oneshot from me! I was talking to my friend Emma when I got this idea...
Disclaimer: Even though I think these things are pointless (everyone knows I'm not JKR) I have to do them anyways... i don't own harry potter...
You're not my brother.
17th June 1980.
He stood firmly on the ground, clutching a leather-covered book in his cold hand, crimson blood dripped from a cut on his face. He stared at his brother in shock, empty dark eyes stared right back.
"Sirius why won't you believe me?" He shouted, "I don't want to do it anymore, I can't do it!"
"You expect me to believe you! It's probably just a plot to kill me! I don't care now; you can kill me, go ahead! Whatever, I don't care anymore." Sirius screamed at him,
"Sirius, I don't want to kill you, I could never do that to you. I'm truly sorry for what I did."
"I don't believe you, and I have a reason." Sirius yelled, "For my entire life, I lived with the knowledge that my entire family hated me, that my entire family was part of the reason why people all around me were dying. I lived with the knowledge, that my own brother, had betrayed me, you had gone over to the dark side! I was used to having everyone else in our family being death-eaters, but I always hung on to the tiny hope that you wouldn't do this to me, but you did."
Sirius spoke with such venom; he truly hated his brother at that moment.
"Sirius, please, you have to believe me."
"Well I don't." Sirius spat,
"But I'm your brother!" Regulus cried,
"You are not my brother, you make me sick." Sirius snarled, there was so much hatred in his eyes; it shocked Regulus greatly. He took a step backwards and stumbled, he fell to the ground, causing another cut to form, this time it was on his arm, just above where the dark mark had been burned into his skin. When he had fallen the leather bound book he had been holding had dropped from his grip, and was now lying on the ground a few feet away.
"Good Evening." Said a cold voice, Regulus looked up to see a thin figure, covered by a cloak. The black hood was pulled over its head; but he could see the eyes, they were scarlet red. Sirius watched him in shock, something was about to happen and he knew it wouldn't be a good thing.
"You have tried to betray me Regulus."
Regulus said nothing; he simply cowered and tried to scramble away.
"Do not try to leave me." Voldemort hissed, "Crucio!"
Regulus let out a blood-curdling scream, Sirius watched in horror as his little brother writhed in pain.
"No one leaves me and lives to tell the tale!" he said,
"No. Please. Don't." Regulus begged, but it was too late, Voldemort slowly hissed the two lethal words.
"Avada Kedavra."
"Regulus!" Sirius screamed as he watched his brother's body crumple to the ground, Voldemort had already fled; he ran over and knelt down beside Regulus' cold motionless body. He looked into his black eyes; they were empty and lifeless.
"Regulus, no. No! You're not dead." Sirius said desperately, as if the words would make him come back to life, "Regulus come back!" he cried out loud. He didn't want his last words to his brother to have been the ones he had so viciously said to him.
His tears blurred his vision; he looked up at the sky hoping for some kind of answer, he found none. Sirius' teary gaze drifted towards the book that was lying a few feet away from them. He grabbed it, then opened it and flipped to the last entry. It consisted of three words and a name:
'Please believe me.
From
Regulus Arias Black.'
a/n: Tell me what you think, it may be completely crappy but oh well. Please review.