Regulus' Reason

by expelliarmoose

Regulus Black had always lived up to the Black family name. A perfect pureblood, never crossing the line between magic and Muggles– until one night, in a bar, when everything started to change. Everyone knows the story: the once loyal servant who sacrificed his life to bring down his master. He must have had a reason. She was the reason.

2. Chapter 2

Regulus

It wasn't easy to get away, from the other Death Eaters. Not this time.

"I've gotta go visit my mum." I lied.

"That old hag? Like hell you do." snarled Nott. Last night, they had wanted to watch the Muggle girls dancing. Tonight, they wanted blood.

Cara

I walked into the pub, breathless, and there he was, just like no time had passed. Giant cloak dropping to the floor. Tankard of beer. Waiting.

I tapped him on the shoulder.

Regulus

"Excuse me, what's that you're wearing?" she smirked. My heart lifted: she had come.

I grabbed her hand. "Care to get out of here, Miss Cara?"

Cara

We were wandering down a London street, laughing like mad. The shops were lit up around us. "Where exactly are we going, Reg?"

"It's a mystery." He replied.

"Like you."

Regulus

The whole day, I convinced myself that I wasn't going to come. She's just a Muggle, I told myself. She means nothing to you. Surely, there are far superior women of pure blood. You deserve better. And yet, here I was.

Cara

We ended up at a park somewhere, collapsed on the bench. Oddball though he was, Regulus was a riot. We were taking turns telling stories. "Okay," I asked "do you have any siblings?"

Regulus

Bloody hell. "Yeah.. kinda." I responded. Did Sirius even count? "My brother ran away from home when I was 15. My parents disowned him. We don't really.. get on."

Cara

Poor kid. "Oh. I'm sorry."

Regulus

Heavy silence.

Cara

"I- I think you're pretty great, Regulus."

Regulus

I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face. No one had ever said that before. My parents had said they were proud of me, sure. Oh, Regulus, what a good boy. Loyal, obedient Regulus. Oh, Reg, he's the Slytherin seeker. What a tosser.

Not great. Never great.

Cara

His smile lit up the dark garden.

Regulus

I don't know who leaned in first. Suddenly, her arms were around my neck and my hands were in her hair and her lips, cold and light, were on mine.

Cara

I opened up my eyes, just a bit, and saw sparks dancing in the air around us. I'd swear it to you.

Regulus

I hadn't done accidental magic since I was 9 years old.