AN: I hope you enjoy this chapter, and as an important note Regulus wasn't a death eater in this fic everyone just thought he was.
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Regulus Black took a deep breath, smelling the distinct smell of saltwater as he did. He stood with Kreacher in the musty and humid cave surrounded by rocks and seawater. A boat stood before them.
Regulus silently thanked god that he had only brought Kreacher along with him, as the boat looked barley large enough to fit him let alone two people. But Kreacher was a lot smaller then you average person so it worked out perfectly.
He motioned for Kreacher to get in the bit before him. After the boat started moving Regulus watched Kreacher and payed attention to his facial expressions, he looked upset and nervous. Regulus did not like it when Kreacher was upset, but this was sadly to important and he needed Kreacher to help him, if he did not he wouldn't have brought him.
He thought about the previous nights events and how shaken Kreacher had been, in all of the eighteen years that he'd been alive in which he'd known Kreacher for all of them,he had never seen Kreacher that shaken. Even when he'd accidentally broken some of there family china. The way he was acting had scared him.
Regulus thought about what he had found out about the dark lord after the events of the night a day ago. It was horrific. He did not know how a person could possibly do that to themself.
Evan though Regulus new that logically the boat ride could not have been longer then 5 minutes, but it felt like an eternity. He knew that this would most likely be the final minutes of his life. He starred at the dark and wavy water. For a lot of people water was a calming element. But not for Regulus, he had always been terrified water. Even though Regulus was starring directly at the water, he didn't see the body's floating in the water. This was do to a few reasons the main one being the fact that he was deep in thought, the other was because of the dark and murky characteristics of the water.
When they reached the small island in the middle of the lake in the cave Regulus spotted a small basin. He pointed to it and asked Kreacher if that was were it was, when he responded that it was Regulus took a hesitant step out of the boat and towards it. As he walks he hears Kreacher get out behind him.
He and Kreacher stand in front of the basin and Kreacher moves to pick it up. Regulus tells him not to drink the potion, then he tells him that when the locket appears that he should take and then destroy it and too not tell anyone what happened to him. Then he takes a sip. And then anther. And anther. And anther. Until the basin is empty. Every single sip is torture, pure agonizing torture.
When the locket is visible Kreacher takes it with a shaking hand and he glances at a screaming Regulus and wants to comfort him, but he has his orders so he teleports back to the mansion with the locket in tow.
Regulus for his part was completely out of it. All he could think about was the burning in his throat and his desperation for water. He slowly crawled to edge of the island the tips of his fingers that had been tarred up as he went to the edge burned as he desperately scooped up water to drink, but he did not care the need for the water was to overwhelming, to all consuming.
He barely registered it when the wet and slimy hands of a reanimated corpse grabbed him, and started pulling him down into the water. He did feel the stinging of the salt water as it went in his eyes and he felt the dead bodies rigging into his skin and giving him deep scratching wounds.
He passed out but not before eight saw a bright light.
