the twigs snapping beneath regulus feet reminded him of his current life. everything around him seemed to be breaking, as well as the young boy himself.
he kept repeating to himself that he shouldn't be scared, this was what his parents wanted, this is what he wanted. it seemed like hours he was telling himself that as the wind howled in his ears.
the moon shone through the trees and reflected on the tranquil lake. the sparking soft waves that formed in the large lake helped regulus calm his mind, he was able to focus and he was able to decide what was important. of course his family was important to him, but was this what he wanted?
throughout the young wizards life the ideals his family had was shoved into his head. he had to be pure, he had to secure purity, that was his life's purpose. all throughout his childhood, all the crucio curses, all the useless lessons on blood purity, everything seemed to be pointing towards getting the dark mark. he's been through so much, it would only get worse if he disappointed his family.
sirius slowly started entering his mind. sirius was always the more rowdy out of the pair. he didn't believe in what his parents did, he fought for the lives of others, he was brave. something regulus was not. that was why sirius got to escape.
his thoughts that conquered his mind along with the roaring winds eventually sent him into a not so peaceful sleep
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regulus awoke next to the lake with a banging headache. he searched for his wand next to him as he tiredly yawned, he cast 'tempus' the time showed to him read 6:00am. he'd been led outside on the dew covered grass for at least 4 hours.
he rubbed his eyes and stood up, every bone in his body aching from the uncomfortable sleep. this obviously wasn't the first time every part of his body was screaming in agony and it wouldn't be the last either.
he made his way to his dorm. roaming through the quiet hallways always made him feel more at home. the echoing exquisite hallways brought a sense of calm to everyone who walked through them, even at the most rowdy times of the day the corridors reminded everyone of home.
as regulus turned into the slytherin chambers he spotted bellatrix discussing something quietly with another one of his cousins narcissa,
"regulus!" narcissa called out to me,
"hello cissy" he responded, his eyes almost closing out of pure exhaustion,
"i hope you didn't forget what today is" bellatrix smiled wickedly.
he shook his head quickly and dread started filling his mind. he completely forgot about today, the day he'd been dreading since he was a boy.
before bellatrix could ask anymore questions regulus ran into his dorm rooms. he shut the door and ran into the bathroom and locked it, he slid against the door his head in his hands.
why couldn't he be more like sirius? why couldn't he be brave? why couldn't he just have someone? that's all regulus really wanted, was someone. sirius had james, sirius was brave. he wishes he was sirius
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eventually regulus dragged himself out of his dorm room and greeted bellatrix and narcissa in the common room,
"ready?" cissy asked, obviously reg was not ready but there wasn't much else he could do.
without hesitation bellatrix apparated them to grimmauld place. the atmosphere in the house was cold. the second you entered the house you got chills, any joy was sucked out of you. the house was like a dementor that haunted regulus.
as regulus walked down the halls, creeks following his steps he began rethinking every decision he ever made. why did this have to happen to him?
the wallpaper on the walls was a shade of evergreen and any single accent the house had was silver. the colours of course of slytherin, the house that the blacks had remained in for centuries.
eventually regulus reached the end of the corridor, he wished he could turn back but of course he couldn't. he had to do this. he couldn't let down his family.
narcissa wished a good luck into his ear and pushed him through the doorway. the room was dark, almost impossible to see. stood before him was the dark lord. his dark lord. the aura that surrounded him was terrifying. his red eyes were piercing and almost enchanting. reg began to pull up his sleeve looking down at the floor, trying to avoid the situation that was happening in front of him.
suddenly an excruciating pain coursed through his veins, his vision went dark. he struggled to stay on his feet. this pain was something like he never felt before, the agony that he was being put through was unimaginable. his wrist began throbbing, he was holding back tears as he ignored the torture he was being put through.
through regs glossy eyes he looked around the room hoping he was done, as he noticed a few people in the room along with him and the dark lord. the death eaters he was used to watched as he writhed in pain, but a face he was not used to caught his eye. he looked familiar.
A/N
THIS IS SO BAD LMAO IM SORRY, back to social media format next chapter but anyways, it's my bday (30th march) so i thought i'd update, also THANK YOU SO MYCH FOR 20K READS ?!? you don't understand how incredible that is, i love you all so much <3
