The Marauders Era One Shots

Reg Hurt

Important Info: Sirius is 18 and Regulus is 16. Takes place over the summer. Voldemort used Kreacher to drink the potion then he returns to Grimmauld.

Quick summary: Kreacher brings Regulus to Sirius before the inferi drowns him

Regulus Pov

You could see the greenish glow of the basin, beaming against the black shadows of the cave. It was beautiful, and horrifying at the same time.
Though there's no turning back now. It's to late. Voldemort will have heard of my betrayal soon, and that would be worse then this death.

The green glow became brighter and brighter as we grew closer towards it. Somehow, getting to the isolated rock felt like the quickest yet longest moment of my life. As the boat tapped the rock i hesitated before quickly stepping out, Kreature at my side.

"Is Young Master sure he wants to do this? Kreature thinks this is bad idea. Kreature drank the potion, Kreatures insides we burning." 

"Kreature we've been over this. You will make sure I drink the potion then shall hide the locket somewhere no one will find it, and go back to Grimmauld place and act like nothing happened." I replied before sighing. We had been over this multiple times already but the elf still wasn't ready to give up.

"What about Young Master Regulus." Kreature asked though he already knew the answer.

"You will leave me to die. By the time you get the locket I doubt you will have enough time to get me out of here, the Inferi would have gotten to me already. Besides I wouldn't be able to go to Grimmauld." I told Kreature as a stood before the Basin.

"What about Young Master Regulus's brother? Master Sirius would help Young Master, Master Sirius loved Young master as children. Kreature remembers." Kreature tells me, maybe he was right.

Sirius is my brother. Well he was my brother. He hasn't really been since he got sorted into Gryfindoor, bloody idiot, but long before he moved out he stopped being my brother. I doubt he would help me anymore, he would probably turn me in to the aurors. Seeing me get thrown into Azkaban would probably please him.

Either way I wouldn't survive this. That wouldn't be so bad though; my hole life has been a living hell. A line right over life and death. Now my dreams are just becoming my reality. Death.

Sirius is worth it.
James it worth it.
Barty is worth it.
Evan was worth it.

They are the reason I'm doing this. For them, my friends, my real family, my love if only it had lasted longer. They deserve more then this world, they deserve peace and love and happiness. The happiness they can't have, not now. Not yet.

"Kreature, Sirius wouldn't help me anymore. Maybe when we were children, when we were close. But thats no longer how it is." I told him, I felt my eyes draw heavy. Not like I was going to cry, I haven't cried in years, but like I wish I could. Like i wish I could show emotion.

"Kreature promise me that you will not bring me back to Grimmauld if I do survive, you must leave me. You will take the locket and get out of there and don't give me a second thought. If Mother or Father ask where I am tell them you have not seen me. Am I understood?" I asked as I saw Kreature look at the ground avoiding my glance.

"Kreature please." I begged, then saw the elf give me a small nodd.

No turning back now. Not that there ever really was a chance.

I picked up the shell like figure filled with the potion and brought it to my lips before pouring it down my throat.

Shit. Fuck. Ouch.