belladonna | marauders imagines

Regulus | The Sea

Regulus was always on alert, as if any second something would explode. Each word he said sounded like he had it scripted. You would worry, but you knew what was going on. The question remained, would he tell you he joined the death eaters or would you have to confront him yourself?

He prided himself on being a good liar, and you prided yourself on knowing his lies. Which is why when he said he had to go to the Malfoy Manor for a private party, you decided you had enough.

"Party? Perfect, I always wanted to wear my beige evening gown somewhere!" You said pleasantly.

"It's not that kind of party, and you're kind of not invited," Regulus said apologetically, picking up his coat and pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Why not? I know Lucius doesn't like me, but Narcissa is nice," you stood up from your chair, your eyes daring.

He frowned. "We'll talk about this when I get back."

"We'll talk about this now." All the fake politeness had removed itself from your voice.

"I'm late," He walked off, but the door closed by itself, locking him in. He turned to see your wand was out.

A part of him said to come clean now, while he still had time to apologize. You couldn't be this angry just because you can't go to a party, right? You must know the truth.

"The death eaters can wait," you snapped, and he paled under your hurt expression.

He took a deep breath in. "Why didn't you tell me you knew?"

"Because I thought I was important enough for you to tell me yourself!" You took a step forwards. "Sorry for thinking you'd give me an explanation first!"

"That's where you went wrong, Y/N. There is no explanation, I'm a death eater," Regulus started yelling. "And that's it. End of story. I'm not the good person you made me out to be. I'm not in your side, and I'll never be."

"If that were true, you would have killed me by now."

His eyes widened. "What?"

"I'm not exactly pureblood and you know it. If you're in the death eaters side because you thought people like me are thieves of magic, why wouldn't you have killed me by now?"

He remained impassive. You strode over to him and pulled his sleeve up, exposing the dark mark. A pang of anger hit you in the chest but you kept yourself controlled.

"Did you not yell out when you got the mark?" You asked softly, ashamed at the tears appearing in your eyes. "Didn't you feel like you'd rather do anything in this world than be something you never wanted to be? Didn't you hate yourself?"

"Hating myself wasn't a new feeling."

"How do you think it is to love someone who hates himself?"

"You tell me."

"The man I loved wasn't like this," the words were out of you before you could stop them. The anger in his eyes died out instantly, and the hurt on his face went as quick as it came.

"When I come back," he said in a quiet fury, "you better not be here."

"Reg—"

But he was off, not even bothering to slam the door on your face. He disapparated on the spot, and with that vanished the Regulus you thought you knew.

-

A cup of tea was perfect in late evenings, but the warm feeling felt strange in your throat. You didn't trust anything nowadays, not after you left his house with everything you owned. Even the tea you brewed felt like it might be poison.