The Journal of Regulus Arcturus Black

Chapter 6. Creating Dumbledore's Army

Severus is a lot better at this Death Eater thing then I. He manages to talk to Lucius almost every day in the medium of a floocall at one in the morning. I don't even understand how he and Lucius have managed to buddy up so quickly. Lucius Malfoy is married to my cousin, not Severus's.

It doesn't stop the fact that Severus finds the need to try and include me with all the Death Eater talk. He likes to boast about what happens in the Prophet and there seems to be an influx of bad news that I can't find the time to clip down each paper anymore. I'll reserve the ones that mean the most to me, I guess.

Like the raids that I've been on. Severus seems to be jealous that I'm always going on raids with cousin Bellatrix and her husband Rodolphus as if that's any better than Lucius. He says that Bellatrix has developed a sort of reputation of being especially cruel to her victims. I wouldn't know of course.

Every time she wants me to put the final strike into the muggles and muggleborns, I just can't. She calls me a coward and once again, my cousin is not wrong.

There's some things that I don't think I would be able to walk away from. Death is one of those things. I don't think I can kill and be Death Eater at the same time, but then, that begs the question. What am I, if I can't even be a Death Eater correctly?

Severus makes a very good Death Eater. He had some stupid argument with that Evans girl and it must have been the final push to fully indoctrinate him to the 'cause' because he told me he actually killed someone over Christmas. It's quite maddening, knowing that I'm peers with a murderer.

He gives me Potions notes but he also killed someone.

R.A.B.

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"Nice work Malfoy," Flint said, slapping Draco's back and then walking past. Draco blinked, staring at the Slytherin Quidditch captain before looking back at his friends with a perplexed expression. Greg and Vincent were positively gleaming as if they were the ones that were being complimented.

"He's not wrong, you know," Blaise said, wrapping an arm around Draco's shoulder now that he had finished showering and was back in his robes. "You were really good out there," he said. "Better than any practice I've ever seen."

"Yeah," Millie agreed, pursing her lips as she turned to squint at Draco. "What are you playing at Malfoy? Got extra practice during the summer did you?"

Draco snorted, "hardly. I was too busy being—"

"The new Lord Black," Theo drawled. "We get it."

Draco blushed as the rest of his friends all laughed, walking away from the Quidditch pitch and towards the castle. Draco had actually started out some new tactics that his godfather liked to practise back when he was a Seeker. Regulus had written quite a bit about different Quidditch techniques and skills he came up with. It seemed like a good way to forget about the Death Eater stuff.

Every night, Draco had read an entry to Kreacher and every night the two had sat up late enough to talk about the man. Draco was envious of Kreacher's relationship with Regulus.

It wasn't fair that Draco never even had the chance to meet his godfather.

"Draco?" a hand was waving into his face and Draco blinked, shaking his head slightly as he looked around at his friends. They were all in the Great Hall, sitting by the Slytherin table and getting out their homework and other necessities.

"You alright?" It was Pansy that had waved her hand. "Poor thing, one compliment from Flint and he's gone into gay panic mode—"

"Kindly, do piss off Parkinson," Draco cringed, he had better taste than Marcus Flint. His gaze wavered around the Great Hall until they caught sight of Potter who simply stared back. Draco looked up when he saw a change in the ceiling, the sun must have started to set because a warm glow spread over the Great Hall and Draco felt himself immediately relaxing.