A tradition that has been carried out through the Black family for centuries is to marry a pure blood. However, you cannot choose who you will marry, that will be your parents decision. Your job is to sit there and look pretty, perfect and proper while your parents make arrangements with the parents of the one you are to marry and 'fall in love with'. It's normally for a large sum of galleons in exchange for their 'precious' child.
This tradition was considered to be an honour. Although, in the eyes of the Black brothers, this was rubbish. They always said (before all hope of happiness was lost) that "if we have to marry someone we don't love, we will run away together and die alone in each others company."
Regulus stuck to this plan. Even after Sirius left him. Well, he didn't want to admit that Sirius had completely abandoned him in Grimmauld Place. But it was the untold truth (his parents had told him this fact but he chose to ignore).
Regulus was alone. This small world; made smaller by the life up above them, made Regulus feel like it was just him. It was just him who felt like he was going to explode with emotion still keeping millions of little dark secrets inside.
He was programmed to do this. His brain didn't function as one of a normal person would. His brain was special. Not in a bad way; he was smarter than the other children, he wasn't psychopathic. He had just been playing at being strong for too long that he now only felt physical pain. Though, he didn't really mind getting hurt, physically hurt. He was used to all that.
He believed the beatings he experienced were his parents way of showing their love, by stopping him from feeling mental pain. Mental pain is the worst type of pain.
He missed the mental pain sometimes. He wished he could feel emotion. That's why he gave himself physical pain; the physical scars filled the gap where the mental scars were supposed to lay.
That's why he liked James. For the first time in nine years, he felt that happy feeling. He felt loved.
(A/n: a REALLY short chapter but I'm sorry I just don't know what to write and I am currently at my friends house sleeping over with my earphones in David Bowie playing and I'm writing this. They're playing Roblox help.
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Where there is a knife, there is a scar {jegulus}
Fanfiction"Look I'm sorry." Regulus said, trying his hardest not to cry. "Sorry isn't going to cut it, Regulus." James fired back, trying (if possible) harder than regulus not to burst out into tears. "Well, I don't know what to say." Regulus had really give...
