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The Second Lesson
"Wow," said Sirius. "I hadn't thought of it that way. Pretty big thing to do."
Regulus nodded and looked over the world of destruction. The ruined city was fresh with destruction and the air reeked of rotting corpses in the night. It was so morbid, and so lonely.
"So you've been here this whole time," Sirius asked his brother pointing to the chaos surrounding them.
"It hasn't been that long," Regulus replied. "well it hasn't felt like it. Time is different up here. Its not something that can be measured. It can't be determined by your today's and your yesterdays." He took a deep breath. "That's kinda what heaven is. You get to look over your yesterdays, try to make sense of it."
"That still must have been a long while though," said Sirius. " you've been up here for a good sixteen years."
"I was waiting for you," said Regulus.
"Like Eggbert before you? He said the same thing."
"Yes," said Regulus. He was a part of your life. He was part of why you lived, and part of how you lived. Like a character from your life story. But he's beyond this place, and he told you his story. Just like I'll be soon. So listen carefully.
Sirius stopped walking, fully attentive.
"Sacrifice," said Regulus. "everyone makes sacrifices. You made one. I made one. It's a part of life. It has to be there. It doesn't matter how big or small. A mother stays at home to take care of her kids. A man moves back home to care for his mother. A man goes into battleā¦."
He stared off into the dreary sky. The acid green mark plagued the horizon.
"Benjy Fenwick, Dorcas Meadows, the Prewett brothers. They didn't die for nothing. They scarified themselves for wizardkind. Now years later, new witches and wizards are sacrificing themselves for the same cause.
"My fate was the same. I don't think you ever knew, but you helped me that night at the fire, Sirius. You made me realize that I had joined the wrong cause, for the wrong reasons. You inspired me to turn my life around and make amends with my life. I did what needed to be done."
"But," said a dumbfounded Sirius, "You died. You died and nobody knew why."
"Well," said Regulus, "When you sacrifice something important, you don't really lose it. You pass it on to someone who needs it more."
Regulus walked ahead down the ruined street. He bent down and pulled up what looked like a wizard's skeleton; the robes it was wearing were torn, some bones were cracked and split, its wand still in hand. Regulus took the wand and threw it away, where it soared off over the damaged buildings. He placed the skeleton back gently. He turned back to Sirius.
"I joined the Death Eaters, and I'm sorry" he said. "But you realized something that night. You realized that the war could hit your life in a way never expected. You realized that people you knew or loved could die or fall to the darkness. It helped you, and made you stronger. I gained something too that night."
"What?" asked Sirius.
"I got my big brother back."
He held out his hand.
"I'm sorry for everything in the past."
Sirius thought a moment. He had vowed if he were ever to see his foul brother again, he would curse him to oblivion. Now, Sirius saw how much Regulus had done for reconciliation, and felt slightly ashamed. He took out his hand and Regulus gripped it.
"That's what I've been waiting for."
The scene was cast into darkness. At first Sirius though he was falling again, but realized that the scene had just gotten darker. The Dark Mark had vanished, taking away all of its eerie light."
"Regulus?" Sirius said.
"Yes?"
"Why here?" said Sirius, looking off over the still ruined city. "Is this really what you wanted heaven to be? Why this place?"
Regulus smiled. "it was the only thing I knew. Pain and misery to the inferiors, and death to those unworthy. I left the world with nothing but the teachings of my friends family and master.
"My one wish was to see how the world would be if Voldemort had never ruined so many lives. Had he never gone on his conquest for power. Had the thought of Muggle prejudice never be thought."
Sirius looked around. "but this is the exact opposite."
"To you maybe. But my eyes are different," Regulus said. "this isn't what I see."
He raised his hand and the chaos transformed. The dreary night sky vanished, leaving a burst of noon sunlight. The building repaired themselves into the glorious sites they once were. Blown up cars and ruined streetlights were mended. The dusty haze disappeared, laving behind a clean fresh city street. Skeletons and corpses were reanimated into living men women and children, walking happily through the city. Big Ben clock tower was clean again, free of any mark. The noon sun shined brilliantly as birds flew past over the healthy, unspoiled city of London.
Sirius looked to his brother, whose dark Death Eater robes had changed into pure white silk ones.
"this," said Regulus, raising his arms, "is what I see."
They stood for a moment taking in the happiness.
"by the way," said Regulus, "This is gone."
He pulled up his left sleeve where the Dark Mark had been branded. But instead of the ugly mark, his arm was clean.
"you didn't think they'd let me keep that up here?"
Sirius began to rise up, levitating above the city. Regulus waved as Sirius flew higher.
"Regulus!" called Sirius from high in the sky. "Thanks for everything!"
And the city paradise was gone.
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