Regulus Arcturus Black was a silent hero. But what really happened all those year ago? What had lead a timid, pure-blood boy to sacrifice his life for the greater good? Was it for a girl or was Regulus at heart a good person? His brother had always...
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1978
I once again was watching the families on the 9 ¾ platform, but for some reason this time it hurt even more to see them happy. Maybe it was because my dad's last letter was the last piece of evidence I needed, to know that he didn’t really care. He had moved on, found himself a witch to marry and a son to raise while I was left with my mother and John. John, who knew nothing about me, not even that I was a witch. John, who tried to make me feel bad about myself every chance he got. But even though John was the worst, he was still there whereas my dad’s presence was limited to letters on a piece of parchment, empty of any meaning. I wondered what it was like to be an orphan. I imagined it to be excruciatingly hard but at the same time easy, if one has no parents they could also never be disappointed by them. I wondered what it would be like to be a parent, people always talked about this unconditional love. But if my parents didn't love me how was I ever going to know how to love my child. Maybe it will be better for me to never have children, can't screw them up if you don't have them. Besides with the war going on, having children should be the last thing I should be thinking about.
Just like all those months ago once again my eyes fell on the Black family, but this time it was only Regulus and his mother. His mother was beautiful, exactly what you would expect when you look at Sirius and Regulus, but it wasn’t her beauty that caught my eye, it was the look she bore. The best way to describe it was minacious, not something you would expect from a mother. But then again there must be a reason why Sirius left home. Even though Regulus was quite tall next to his mother he seemed so small, almost like a little kid. From the corner of my eye I saw Sirius and James arrive on the platform, followed by who I only could assume were Mr. and Mrs. Potter. I kept my eyes trained on Regulus and his mother, wanting to catch their reaction. Regulus kept his eyes glued to the floor, wanting to look anywhere but at his estranged brother, his mother had a different approach. If looks could kill, the Potters and their adoptive son would be dead. Her already menacing look turned even more evil, if that was even possible. You’d think she’d be sad, seeing her oldest son with his new family, but she looked anything but sad. I wonder if she used to be different, maybe marriage and motherhood made her bitter. I imagined her as a young child, standing next to her parents just as Regulus now. Would she be just as minacious, just as cold?
‘What are you looking at?’ Marlene asked, interrupting my staring. ‘Nothing particular.’ She stood up from her seat next to me and stood looking out the window. I hoped she hadn’t catched me staring at Regulus and his mother. She opened the window, ‘Hey Black, why don’t you come and join our carriage?’ she yelled at Sirius. He looked up and smirked, ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you Mckinnon.’ I looked to where Regulus was still standing with his mother, Mrs. Black was glaring at Marlene, probably thinking she was acting improperly. Regulus had finally lifted his gaze and caught my stare, the look in his eyes indescribable. I wanted to wave at him or even smile just to make him know that what I had meant what I had written, I do care. But instead I looked away. Was I scared of what would happen if his mother or anyone else saw? Would she think me just as improper as Marlene? With all these questions running through my head I realised one thing, I cared for Regulus, without even really knowing him.
