In Remembrance of those lost

Regulus Black

"In Remembrance to Regulus Black"

"Who is this dude?" Dean Thomas asked.

"My...my brother," Sirius stuttered. "Death Eater last I heard of him. He died though, the tapestry never lies. Unless you count the family members who were blown off it." 

"who died nobly"

"...What?" Sirius wondered. "Reg? He- he died nobly? How?"

"How Are we supposed to know? This Parchment is from the fuuture" Katie said, Making Jazz hands while saying 'fuuture'

"trying to bring Voldemort down."

"Why did he change his opinion on him?" Sirius asked. "And when?"

"As i Said, Fuuture" Katie said Doing Jazz hands at 'Fuuture' again

"He was a hidden hero,"

"No longer," Amelia Bones promised.

Sirius, although he would try (and fail) to deny it later started to cry. Not much or audible, but he did.

The Tonks family also looked rather sad.

Remus, Harry, Iris, Arianna,Suzanne,Ginny and Neville tried to comfort them while attracting as little attention as possible.

George decided there and then that he needed to do something about the sadness about the room. Now he just needed an idea. A good one.

"a victim."

"Well, what exactly happened?" Sirius inquired impatiently.

""FUUTUURE" Katie Yelled Doing jazz hands

The screen reappeared

We see the kitchen of Order Headquarters, or so the members tell us.

In the kitchen are Kreacher and the Everyone in the scene of Peter Pettigrew's  death Minus Peter plus Hermione.

The elf was telling a tale, rocking himself back and forth. He informs us that Sirius ran away, apparently not having proper order like his brother Regulus who seemed to be a bigot, a big fan of Voldemort and he joined before turning seventeen, proud and happy to serve. Around one year later he told Kreacher in the kitchen that 'the Dark Lord' required an elf.

"Voldemort needed an elf?"

The Six of them looked at each other, equally puzzled.

The elf told us/them that Regulus had volunteered him, saying it was an honor for both of them, that Kreacher had to do whatever Voldemort would be ordering him, and that he had to come home. The storyteller was sobbing by now.