3rd PERSON POV

Regulus went to that darned cave with the intention to get rid of the dark lords horcrux.

That was his mission, his reason for allowing his best friend, Kreacher, go through that awful experience that Lord Voldemort gives.

If Regulus was to die in that cave, then he didn't mind, he didn't.

It's why he had told Kreacher to leave when he was going inside the cave, ready to lose his life for the sake of making up for his sins. For joining that man. For not listening to himself. For his brother whom he lost in everything but physically.

He was just trying to make up for it. Why was he here?

He glanced around as there was an all-white building with some furniture. Had he done it? Had he died and gotten rid of the horcrux? Was Voldemort finally dead?

Was he finally dead?

"Child," an androgenous voice said to him. Regulus looked around trying to find who was speaking to him to no avail. "It sad to see you here so soon. Your time wasn't set for a few years more… what brought you here so early?"

Regulus thoughts halted and he was back in the cave being dragged down to his death by Inferi. There was hum before the voice, "I see… and yet…" there was a bunch of memories of someone named Harry Potter jammed into his brain. How the kid managed to defeat Voldemort by himself due to being the kid from the prophecy. Regulus's sacrifice meant nothing as the horcrux wasn't destroyed in his attempt.

He gasped and held his head in pain as the memories stayed and accommodated to his own memories before he knew everything. "Why?" he asked the voice, and their laugh was heartful yet sad.

"Because you didn't deserve that."

The voice echoed in his head as he fell.

Falling down.

Falling—

Regulus eyes snapped open as he looked around his old room from before he entered Hogwarts. He panted as sweat fell down his brow, wiping it away the door suddenly opened to show a very excited—younger he noticed—Sirius Black.

Sirius face went from happy to worried, "Are you okay, Reggie?" the childhood nickname that Sirius had given him when he was still considered his brother. Back when he was number one in something instead of number two.

Back when Regulus mattered—

"I'm fine—I'm just, nervous," he finished as he winced at the sound of his younger voice. He wasn't used to this, was he in the past, was this a dream? Some part of him knew the answer tp those questions but he ignored it.

"That's alright, I was nervous my first day of Hogwarts too," Sirius said while sitting down on Regulus's bed ignorant of how he was feeling.

How it always been back in the past, but it wasn't in the past now was it Regulus?

He closed his eyes as Sirius talked as he felt some presence with him—with them. 'Who's there?' he questioned inside his head. Absently responding to Sirius as his head was somewhere else. 'I think you know who you're speaking to,' a familiar androgenous voice said as he looked around his room before setteling on simply staring at his corner full of books. 'Why am I here?' he asked the voice, and he heard a chuckle before it stopped suddenly.

'To stop the future from happening how I showed you.'

'What's wrong with that future? Voldemort was defeated!' he said. Regulus heard a tutting sound before the voice spoke again, 'That was simply one of the futures. There's plenty more where the light side doesn't win—'

Regulus felt a sharp pain in his head like the one he had back then which shut Sirius up. "-eggie?"

He saw futures like this where he woke up in the past, futures where he did something to stop Voldemort and failed, futures were his older self, joined the order and spied on the dark lord.

"—ggie!"

He saw wins and losses of billions of possibilities of futures of paths he could take. So many yet so little years were crammed inside his little 11-year-old brain. "REGULUS!" Regulus jolted from his spot as memories of other possible futures came to him. He waved out Sirius as he pretended, he was falling asleep hearing him, faking a yawn he said, "You were saying?"

Sirius rolled his eyes before he fondly smiled at him, "Nothing Reggie, you go take a shower before mother comes up here and wake you up herself." Regulus nodded and with that Sirius left him alone.

As soon as he was alone Regulus dropped the small polite smile, he had placed on himself for his brother and frowned as he rubbed his head. It was a miracle he didn't get a headache with the amount of information he got. He was confused on what he should do as he had seen futures of any possibility of everything he could've done. Should he just follow the best outcomes? Should he work in the shadows? Should he build a new side just like he did in his memories?

He frowned more and started to get ready before getting a waterproof journal he got from Sirius and going to the shower and taking notes of everything he saw. Regulus wrote and wrote ignoring how long he spent in the shower, ignoring everything around him as he wrote down everything he ever saw. What he remembered and even about the voice that seemed to connect him in every timeline.

Yes, because apparently that was a thing that now existed, I mean—if magic does what else can exist? Setting everything down he finished his shower and got out stopping when he saw a fist going towards his face.

He dodged the incoming knock and looked at the surprised Walburga as she huffed as she sated at him, "Took you long enough, come along now, we're late for the train." She dug her nails into his arm as a way to punish him. "This is the last time you behave like your brother. From now on you will act like a proper Black."

She let him go.

Regulus ignored the stinging feeling in his wrist and went up to his father, Orion, and his brother. He ignored their looks and entered the flames that awaited them and said, "Diagon Alley!"

A/N: New fanfic while having two other ones that I haven't completed

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