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He came to in a sea of darkness. If he was in fact a he, for at this moment, he merely existed. He was one among millions, the darkness cocooning him and others within its rapids.

There was a strange power and the flow stopped, frozen in time.

"My child, my child." A voice of no discernible gender, an echo of millions. It's tone holding a gentle warmth that was unmistakable.

Who?

"You know me, as I know you. But perhaps you no longer know yourself?"

I know you? What?

From the darkness, a string of light appeared. It moved closer to him, in a multitude of colors. Not once did it stay a single color. It curled around him, bringing color to a black world.

When it pulled away, it left a gaping hole that bled, and he found himself following in its wake. He left the river of darkness behind, strings of darkness failing away. A figure of a man becoming visible.

The further he went, the more he became whole. There were memories from the time before that came to the forefront of his mind. They filled up holes that he hadn't know existed, and like a puzzle they came together.

He remembered.

He was Regulus Arcturus Black of the Ancient and Noble House of Black.

With the revelation, the darkness was no longer just darkness. A sea of stars appeared against the darkness, lighting the world with their glow. Constellations and a few of the stars that stretched across the sky were brighter than the others. They drew attention away from the others by just being themselves.

Orion his father who encompassed Bellatrix the female warrior. She who was most affected by the Black madness, made worse by the insane self named Dark Lord.

The Canis Major who encompassed Sirius the dog star. His loyalty was without doubt to those he choose, but his impulsiveness was well known. His pranks cruel.

The Hydra who encompassed Alphard the solitary one, a name that would never be used for a Black again. His choices led him away from the family, a role model for Sirius.

The Andromeda constellation who belong solely to Andromeda another name to never be used again by a Black. She who chose love over the family, and married a muggleborn wizard against the wish of the family.

Then there was the Leo who encompassed Regulus the heart of the lion, his star.

"It is a sight to see is it not? There has been many of you, many that have fought and in my name. Ones of the few who have not forgotten my ways, and my blessings which have always hold strong within your blood. Yet perhaps it is my fault that the Blacks have fallen so low, that so many of my beloved children die before their time."

Regulus blinked in surprise as a pair of hands, both young and old, held his face within their grip. His gray eyes meeting those of every color, that never seemed to stay one.

"Excuse me?"

The being covered in a cloak of darkness, seemed to still. A smile dancing across her lips.

"Ah, I forget your human sensibilities. I do not understand them, but I can respect them, somewhat." The being said at seeing Regulus' discomfort, and she pulled away putting space between the two of them.

"I-" The sense of familiarity that seemed to surround the figure caused Regulus to pause. His mind trying to place the figure that seemed to never stop moving, even when still.

She danced around him, her cloak of darkness following with every twirl. Her voice echoing through the area as she spoke.

"You are close, so very close. You know of me. You have felt me at your greatest, and at you lowest. I have been there since your first breath. So who am I? Surely you of all people should know."

Her words spoke of something within him, and he bowed low when he realized who she was. "My Lady." He breathed in awe. His goddess stood before him in all her colorful glory.

The being, the lady stopped. Yet still there was movement, in the shifting of her clothes, and the shifting of colors.

"None of that now. You are my beloved child, and no child of mine should call me anything other than mother."

Regulus straightened from his bow. "Mother than, if I may be so bold, it is hardly your fault for the fall of the Blacks. We choose to fight in your name and follow your ways, and we take pride in that fact. We are your knights, your swords, and until you need us no longer, we will continue to be so."

Mother magic smiled. "I know, just as I have always known. Your family's belief has kept me strong throughout the years, but not often have I been able to repay such loyalty. You though I can repay. Your case is special and I can use a loophole given to me. A vampiric bond is not to be underestimate."

"Excuse me? What bond?"

"Due to your vampire, I can give you a second chance of life."

Seeing as she side stepped his question, he put it on the back burner. He would get his answers from Alexander one way or another.

"What would be the price for such a thing. I highly doubt it would be free?" asked Regulus knowing that nothing in life was truly free, and it seemed that death seemed to share this fact.

"No need to be weary, the price has long since been paid."

"How? I'm sure I would have remembered paying such a price."

"You have paid for the blood you have spilt, by the pain you have felt. Everything that you've done for Riddle and everything you have lost, but it is your courage that allowed you to turn from Riddle that raised the stakes in your favor."

"I thought Riddle was your chosen one. The one to bring light and dark into balance once more."

"He was once, but he had long since lost his way. Arrogance and lies had blinded him to the truth, he nothing more than the shadow of his former self. Riddle is nothing more than a disease that must be cut away before the infection spreads."

"Is that what you want me to do? To kill Voldemort in your name?"

Mother Magic shook her head. "No, I wish you to live, to chose your own path that you were unable to chose in your previous life. There are no strings attached, as the payment has been paid."

"So I can do anything."

"Correct."

"Including the destruction of Riddle."

"If that is your desire, but I have chosen another for the task."

"I see."

"As long as you live, nothing is set in stone. You are outside the bounds of fate."

Mother Magic in closely once more, kissing Regulus on the forehead. Her magic laid heavy in the air, and slowly but surely Regulus began to fade.

"May you find happiness in this life my beloved son."

XXXxx

Regulus reappeared in a street of Knockturn Alley. The night keeping his existence a secret from any curious being that may have happened upon the little side street.

Regulus looked around, but he didn't see. His cloudy gray eyes were locked firmly in the past, of pale hands grasping at his flesh, and still black waters that had swallowed him whole. Of his last breath and the chill that sunk into his bones. He saw it all in the shadows that stretched across the grounds.

His shivered in his wet robes, that hung heavily from his frame. Rivets of waters hitting the stone ground with soft splats, that were barely heard. Knowing that he needed to get some dry clothes, and even a warm place to sleep. He got ready to find out where he had landed, when he felt it.

It was something he had never felt before. It sang beneath his skin, in the blood in his veins. It called out to another, and he found himself moving before he could stop. Before he even realized that he had moved.

He forced himself to stop when he realized what he had just done. Not wanting to run into anything that could effect him so, he looked for his wand within the sloppy folds of his clothes. Realizing he had no wand, and knowing that he was boxed in, he did the next best thing; he hid.

Or he tried to.

When he tried to find a place to hide, he managed to trip over his robes that were far too big. He was sent failing, the stone paved alley unforgiving. He wouldn't be surprised if it left bruises or something if he managed to survive.

He heard footsteps and all common sense flew out the window, and he found himself petrified. His heart beat loud in his ears and all he could do was hope for the best. He just manage to escape death once, and he wondered if he would fall within its clutches once more.

He held his breath, waiting for something to happen, but all he heard was laughter.

Laughter? And a familiar laughter at that.

He looked up from his position to see Alexander standing above him, laughing hard enough that tears managed to fall from his blood red eyes.

For a minute all he felt was relief, but that quickly disappeared when he realized his position. Ignoring the laughter that didn't seemed to be stopping any time soon, he got up. Willing the blush that seemed to have taken over down with little success.

"I do not see what is so funny, seeing as I should have been dead. I would have thought that there would have been another appropriate emotion, rather than this laughter that you seem to be fond of."

Wiping bloody tears from his eyes, Alexander replied. "Sorry, sorry, it just you've shrunk!"

"Excuse me?" Regulus hissed as he realized that he was looking up at Alexander, instead of being near eye leveled with the bastard.

"Yeah you're a child again. Isn't it just great? Think of all the people we can target, they'll be less likely to try and fry you!"

A child? Thought Regulus as he stared at his too small hands that open and closed at his command, while ignoring whatever else Alexander seemed to ramble on about. For a minute he was horrified, but he quickly found himself intrigue. Curious about how it was done, how it was permanent, and how he managed to keep his older mindset. When most times, the child body would be unable to keep the adult mindset, seeing as the brain wasn't quite developed. Something that had the tendency to cause madness when the two different mindsets clashed.

"How do you suppose such a thing happened?" mused Regulus out loud, stopping Alexander tirade about new opportunities, that had continued even after he had stopped listening.

Alexander turned to Regulus with a look of disbelief. "You are taking this fairly well, perhaps a little to well." He added a little hesitantly, not wanting to paint a target on his person.

Regulus raised an eyebrow. "It magic. Weird thing tends to happen when magic is involved as I'm sure you of all people know."

"I see, than I hope you don't mind being gone for six years?" said Alexander hopefully, but he could see how Regulus features seem to freeze.

"Six years." He said blankly, his magic reacting to his emotions, targeted the cause of such emotions.

One minute Alexander was there, the next he was gone. A small black cat with red eyes in his place.

Regulus could only stare in disbelief as the cat mowed sadly, and perhaps in a bit of horror. "Alexander?!"

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