Midnight Dreams

Sinking

In 1961, I, Regulus Arcturus Black was born into a h*ll on Earth with no way out except to d*e.

And I did exactly that when I turned 18.

This is the story of the boy who kept his head under the water...

Until it was too late.

I was born to the infamous Orion and Walburga Black, part of the sacred 28. Amazing isn't it...

If they actually cared about you.

My mother is a cruel person who only wanted the "best" for us.

We were raised in her beliefs. With all my heart and soul, I trusted her. I followed her beliefs blindly and never strayed out of line, my brother was different.

He would always defy her even when he knew he would be punished. He never cared and did it again and again. He was strong, until my mother was over him.

One day my mother had enough of my brother and disowned him. Sirius Black was now burned off our family tree along with my cousin Andromeda. They both shared this rebellious quality and our family saw that.

My brother Sirius, who I looked up to with my whole heart, left when the burden was too much to bear. He left me behind even though I begged him to stay, he turned away and refused to face me.

He ran off to the Potter's house, never to return or be seen again.

My brother may have successfully escaped, but now all my parents attention was turned towards me.

I was now the newly joined death eater for the "dark lord". My parents were overjoyed at this fact, I was now placed upon a higher pedestal than I would've ever wanted.

For the family they said.

This family can bloody screw off. I won't be treated as if I have no worth in my life if I wasn't a part of this cult.

My brother may have given up, but I refuse to.

I'll make a name for myself.
I know what I've done is wrong, Voldemort is wrong.
I'll be better.
I'll fix what I'm a part of.
I'll make sure everything is the way it should be.
I'll stop this from going any further.

I'll destroy the horcrux.

I found a weakness that belongs to Voldemort with the help of Kreacher, someone I deem as a great friend. He separated his souls into horcruxes and if they are destroyed, he can finally d*e.

There is a prophecy that has been spread through the death eaters. There's a chosen one who will one day end Voldemort and his rein.

In hopes that one day the chosen one would fully defeat him, I chose to officially start it for him.

I started my task at a cave with Kreacher. We had finally found the locket. I ordered him to take it, replace it with a fake locket, and go to destroy it.

I chose to drink the potion.

I began to feel thirsty, very much so.

As I tried to get water, I was dragged, pulled down into the water.

With some of my last breaths, I told Kreacher to run and destroy the locket. He looked at me and hesitantly ran away. At least he would be safe.

Water filled my lungs.

I struggled to breath.

I kicked, I pulled, I did whatever I could at the inferno dragging me down to try to escape their clutches, but I couldn't.

I suddenly realized I was dying.

Faces of lanky creatures that looked on the brink of death were all I could see.

They stared as they kept pushing and pulling me down.

I stopped trying to breath.
I stopped trying at all.

Then the memories passed through my mind.

My brother, my cousin, my friends.

Oh how I'll miss them, every moment we had.

I never got to apologize.

Whenever something would happen, I would keep my head down and followed what I was taught.

When people were being targeted by the death eaters, I kept my head down.

Even when my parents and Sirius would exchange awful words with one another, I kept my head down and refused to pick a side.

I refused to listen to everything that would happen. I would imagine water surrounding my ears, muffling my ears so I wouldn't hear their words, thinking that would allow me to stay neutral, but now it was actually happening.

Was this the karma I deserved for everything my family and I had done?

Would it have been better if I had known what I believed in instead of what I was taught?

What will my name go down as?
The boy who was part of the death eaters or the boy who tried to end Voldemort's rein?

I didn't want to be known for the first part.

I wanted to make a change, but I'll never be able to do that if I'm dead.

But I had no clue what to do.

What was I supposed to do? Fight?

I was being dragged with multiple infernis who had more strength combined compared to me, I would never be able to fight them off.

Even if I did make it today, how would I face anyone? I would not return knowing that I had failed, so all I could do was hope that Kreacher would destroy it.

I won't make it.

With all my being, I hope my brother knows I don't blame him. I want the people I love to know that I love them so much.

I wish them well.

I could feel the water fully fill my lungs as I began to black out. I struggled a bit to keep myself awake, but I was too far gone. I was too deep in the water.

I would never get out. As I blacked out, I could feel it.

The infernis had let me go.

I felt myself finally sinking.