Title: Hate and Forgive
Character: Scabior
House: Hufflepuff
Name: Thanatos Angelos Girl/ Brooke
You brush a long lock of brown hair, streaked with emerald green, as you stared out the window of the Common Room. You can still read by the light of the candle and with that you finish your essay and look up to stare at green tinged light that danced in the air before the window. Your limbs are heavy with the need to sleep and you almost rub your eyes but you didn't so you wouldn't smear your black eyeliner and mess up your grayish blue eyes.
You yawned trying to stay awake and finish the last few sentences of an essay and you make it and finish your homework before the need to sleep bombards you again. Whispering a spell to put everything in your desk, you place your cheek tenderly against the cool glass and when you flutter your eyes open again the room is pitch black. Twirling your stag head ring around your finger you bite your lip and feel your way to the cozy and familiar couch in the center of the room.
Cool air wrapped around you and you whipped your body around, your loose studded belt hitting your waist with the force of the spin. A faint pair of footsteps stumble around and you whip your wand out from your pocket and you thank the darkness for covering you. You see the frame of a boy slipping past the couch before you grab him. You won't let intruders in.
A scream nearly shatters your eardrums and your hand clamped the mouth shut.
"Lumos." You quickly whisper and watch as a familiar face stares at you in fright.
"Regulus! What are you doing so late?" You hissed and he gave a sigh of relief once he saw it was you and processed the information.
"Why are you out of bed?" He retorted back.
"I was working on homework and was going to sleep. Don't question me! I was at least in the dorm!" You cast a spell to light up the entire room and Regulus hisses at the shock to his eyes.
"You don't need to know anything." He said trying to hide it but you saw it and you ripped his cloak sleeve. The rip didn't even register with your ears. He had done it. He really did it. He joined the Dark Lord. The Dark Mark was on his left wrist.
"Regulus why?" You ask but you don't hear yourself asking it, you don't even know you said it until he replies. He really did it.
"Stop looking at me like that!" He cried out and pulled his arm away from you.
You fall back to the couch, feeling nothing. You are numb. You can't believe this happened. You cared about him and he threw everything away.
You glance up and you see him shaking. He starts to open those lips you have kissed so many times but instead flees away.
That night your need for sleep is no more and you sit numbly and lost with the Slytherins at breakfast with your black tie, dark plaid shirt, black tight pants, your belt, and the ring trying to feel alive. You hear the whispers. People wonder why the jolly andoh so sensual Scabior isn't laughing or speaking. Your eyeliner is nowhere to be found on your face and your green streak is blood red and terrifies a few shocked passerbys.
You stayed awake that night not to do homework but to see where your boyfriend of six months kept on running off to and now you know. Now you know your love chose death and the Unforgivables instead of you.
"Scabior, why are you so sad? Did someone die?" It's bad when Slytherin girls ask you these concerned questions even if they are your fangirls.
"No one has died yet but I fear it will be inevitable now." You hear someone choke on his/her pumpkin juice but you pay no mind. All you care about is soon to die. You are a passionate and caring man and you care with all your heart and because of that you fear there will be irrevocable scars on your heart because you know that Regulus's path is nothing but death and you hate that you couldn't save him from himself.
That night you stay in the common room not to satisfy curiosity but to keep away from noise, the whispering and worried glances of the others are so loud like the bass guitar solos in a echoing concert hall. You are drawn out of your musings by two hands you rest on either side of your head and angry flint gray eyes.
"You are hopeless." He snarled.
"You took the words right out of my mouth, boy." You retorted back.
"So what I am a child now Scabior?" He asked waiting for the bait to pounce.
"No, but I refuse to care about you." Those words are painful to say and Regulus looks slapped and hurt but those emotions are gone for his mask is back in place.
"Why because I did something that upset you?" He tried to trivialize your anger.
"No because all I asked of you was to not die and you broke that promise."
"Are you mad? I am right here!" He screamed like a mad man thrusting arms to the sky.
"Your body is but the Regulus I love is gone and I have seen enough people die already."
"So you're telling me I am either a murderer or a corpse in the ground because I followed my morals I have been raised with!" His voice cracks at the end and it takes all you have not to cave. You have to get through to him.
"What the bloody-! Regulus Black you told me you were going to leave that all behind and gain a backbone like Sirius where did that go?"
"I changed my mind and did what's best. I wasn't foolish and I am sorry but I am not Sirius!"
"I never said you were, I wouldn't be able to stand you if you were!"
"Why can't you just accept me?" He asked defeated by now.
"I do accept you that's why you have to stop this. You will be consumed with the Dark Arts and lose you."
"Do you really take me to be that weak?" He flinched.
"You are not weak but you are a bright and innocent flame."
"I can take care of myself." He huffed.
"I have a hard time believing that." You turn your head away, resigned.
"Good night." Those are the last words you hear from him.
You watched your parents die and then your brothers but you refused to watch Reggie die so you threw him far, far away so when the light faded you wouldn't lose your mind but you did anyway when he died and you saw his awful mother actually sob.
You don't find any solace in knowing the future and you cant stand to look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are haunted and your dirty red streak makes you flinch.
You still remember the good times with him. You remember the kisses hidden in the shadows and the small little "dates" in Hogsmeade. You wonder if he was in pain when he died.
The good thing about the Hogwarts Battle is that you saw him again and you know knew he had forgiven you. You had only cooperated with the Dark Lord because you knew you would die too by doing so.
