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For Sinistra Black's Quoting Movies Challenge, Prompt #10

Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?

To the Dark Lord

I know I will be dead long before you read this
but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.
I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.
I face death in the hope that when you meet your match,
you will be mortal once more.

R.A.B.

The ink had long since dried, yet Regulus Black found himself unable to do anything but stare at the piece of parchment in his hands. He knew what he was about to do was not only highly dangerous, but it also went against everything his family stood for. This single act of treachery could bring the world one step closer to peace. Of course, it also brought him many steps closer to death, but that didn't matter to him. Nothing mattered anymore.

He vaguely wondered what his parents would think if they ever found out. They would be outraged, no doubt. He had always tried to win their favor; always tried to be the perfect son. Working twice as hard in school as everyone else, shunning his brother, and eventually joining up for the Death Eaters; everything he had done, up until now, was for his parents' approval. All for them. But, when it comes down to it, isn't everything we all do in life just a way to be loved a little more? Don't we all try to be what we aren't, just so we can please others?

'Not Sirius. No, Sirius was always the brave one, the Gryffindor. He didn't have to change or be something he wasn't. The only people he cared about already liked him for himself', Regulus thought, bitterly.

Sirius. What would he think of what he was about to do? Would he be proud? Would he even care?

Regulus honestly didn't know, but it hardly mattered now. He had lost Sirius years ago when he chose their parents over him and with the way things were, he was truly doubtful that he would be around much longer to be able to make amends anyways.

Besides, it was time to go.

With one fluid motion, Regulus stood up, picking up the piece of parchment and stuffing it into his cloak.

"Kreacher!"

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